Yunzhu conjecture is also.

There is nothing to worry about at home, on August 13, Huai'an Hou is about to celebrate his birthday again, and Yunzhu accompanied Cao Xun to the banquet.

On this day last year, Liu Jing was still worried about whether her husband could wait until the next birthday, and now although Zhang Xingjian is getting more and more haggard, it is a happy event that he can spend this birthday in the company of relatives and friends.

This time, Zhang Hu was also allowed by Emperor Qianxing to go home for the holiday.

The young man of Zhilan Yushu made Yunzhu think of her younger brother who was far away in Guizhou, and then looked at the bright moon in the sky, she was worried, so she didn't pay much attention to what Cao Xun, Zhang Xingjian, and Gu Qinghe were talking about.

While Gu Qinghe's wife Zhao went to wash her hands, Liu Jing smiled and mentioned to Yunzhu about Cao Xun's visit here at the beginning of the month, and said softly: "I don't know the specific reason, but I guess that Uncle Guo seems to be trapped by love and has come to learn from our family's Hou Ye." ”

Yunzhu: "......"

Liu Jing: "Don't look at Uncle Guo is a round older than you, because he has been staying at the border before, and he has never touched the relationship between children and daughters, so ah, he is emotionally similar to those hairy boys, it is inevitable that there will be times when he makes stupid mistakes, when his younger siblings should be angry, he is angry, and when he is angry, think about Uncle Guo's kindness to you, and the little things that accumulate over time can actually prove Uncle Guo's intentions." ”

Yunzhu respects Liu Jing and says with a smile that she listened, but she, the person next to her, can't see through Cao Xun, how much can Liu Jing know Cao Xun?

The moon rises higher and higher, and the feast is about to disperse.

This time, Zhang Xingjian didn't have the strength to come out to see him off, and Cao Xun and Gu Qinghe joined forces to help him in.

Zhang Xingjian, who was leaning on the couch, smiled at the two friends: "It's not early, go back quickly." ”

Cao Xun: "Okay, let's get back together after the holiday." ”

Gu Qinghe: "Next time, I'll bring two more altars of immortals to get drunk, so that you can smell more." ”

Zhang Xingjian smiled and nodded.

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This night, Cao Xun dreamed for a long time, dreaming that when he and Zhang Xingjian were at the border, it was also a Mid-Autumn Festival night, the two of them went out of the city after eating, and ran on the grassland for a long time, until the horses were tired, they lay side by side on the vast grass, and raised their eyes to be the bright moon.

Zhang Xingjian talked a lot that night, and almost every sentence was not separated from Liu Jing and his son.

Cao Xun still remembers his friend's raised hand, as if touching that month: "I really want to go back to Beijing, holding Ah Jing in one hand and my brother in the other, I have nothing else to ask for in this life." ”

At that time, Cao Xun no longer had any family in the capital, and he couldn't understand Zhang Xingjian's thoughts about his wife and children.

But he hopes that Zhang Xingjian can get what he wants.

In the dream, a strong wind suddenly rose on the grassland, and black clouds blocked the moon.

The two had to roll over and ride against the wind in embarrassment.

Cao Xun saw his friend turn around, and provoked him with a smile: "Come on, compete again, see who goes back to the city first!" ”

Cao Xun was willing to accompany him, but when he ran to the city gate, he couldn't find his friend anywhere.

Cao Xun suddenly woke up from his dream.

There was silence around, and the little lady next to her was sleeping soundly.

Cao Xun picked up the gauze tent and came to the bedside, and found that the moon was gone, and the sky was about to dawn.

His heart was uneasy.

In the early morning, the Hou Mansion of Huai'an sent someone to report the funeral.

Zhang Xingjian, the Marquis of Huai'an, who became famous as a young man and made countless military exploits at the border pass, died of illness at the age of 33.

Chapter 69 "Hold it a little longer, and then release it when I'm asleep."

When the people from the Hou Mansion of Huai'an came to report the funeral, Yunzhu had not woken up yet.

In fact, if it weren't for Cao Xun and Zhang Xingjian's brotherhood, Liu Jing would not have sent someone over so early.

The chief manager, Zhang Tai, reported the news to Cao Xun.

In front of Yunzhu and Cao Shao, Cao Xun is a restrained and steady elder brother, but Zhang Tai has watched Cao Xun grow from a boy with red lips and white teeth to a grandfather who stands up to the sky, Zhang Tai also remembers the day when Zhang Xingjian ran to find his son with roast chicken, and remembered the figure of the son leaving with Zhang Xingjian.

Such a good son, a general who could have established more meritorious deeds, just left.

Zhang Tai felt sad in his heart, and he couldn't bear to look at Grandpa Guo who was standing under the eaves of the porch.

Cao Xun's expression was calm, and when he looked at Zhang Tai, he ordered: "You go and prepare a funeral, and the carriage is also ready." ”

Such a calm blocked the words of comfort that Zhang Tai was about to blurt out, and he was stunned in place.

Cao Xun seemed to know what he was thinking, and lowered his eyes and said, "He is already ready, and we all know it, so there is nothing surprising." ”

With that, he turned around and went to the backyard.

It seems that he doesn't need to be comforted by others, but Zhang Tai is even more worried, people will naturally cry when they are so sad that they will naturally cry, and it is not appropriate to deliberately endure it.

The maids in the backyard didn't know what was going on, and when they saw that the man had returned, they saluted and went on with what they were doing.

Cao Xun came directly to the inner room.

The gauze tent hung low, she was still asleep, Cao Xun sat by the window, his eyes fell on the tea set on the table, and he poured himself a bowl of tea.

The maids' newly changed tea, the water temperature is slightly hot, and the mist is steamed.

Last night's dream came to mind, and Cao Xun smiled.

Fortunately, he wanted to go home when he was on the grassland, and then came back, after accompanying his wife for so many years, he missed his military career on the grassland, and this time he got his wish, and from now on he didn't have to endure the torture of illness, he rode a horse if he wanted to, and he drank a lot of wine if he wanted to, and he could go back to Beijing to see his wife and children at any time when he was chic enough.

To be honest, Cao Xun doesn't like his friend's skeletal appearance, and it's more comfortable to look at when he was young.

Yunzhu slept until the middle of the morning, sleeping for half an hour longer than usual.

There was no one around, and through the thin gauze tent and screen, I saw Cao Xun sitting by the window.

The officials' three-day Mid-Autumn Festival holiday began today, and it is normal for him not to go to the official office.

The autumn was dry, and last night I drank some fruit wine with Liu Jing and them, and when I fell asleep, Yunzhu's throat was a little dry.

Glancing at Cao Xun again, Yun Zhu felt quite helpless, not to mention that Cao Xun was used to her calling, she was also used to calling him, and sure enough, she could get along with her nature and amicably, and she was comfortable herself.

What is reluctant, don't think too deeply, anyway, she didn't plan that.

"If you're thirsty, pour me a glass of water."

She casually lifted the curtain and said that way.

There was a pot of tea and a pot of warm water on the table, and Cao Xun changed the tea bowl to help her pour water, and then brought it to the bedside.

Yunzhu had already sat up, and when Cao Xun entered the tent, she raised her eyes and looked at it, and found that this person's face was not quite right.

It's not emotion, it's the color of his face, which is usually as warm as jade, but now it looks a little pale.

Yunzhu took the tea bowl and wondered, "How much wine did you drink last night?" ”

Cao Xun smiled, and when she finished drinking the water, he touched her head and said, "Xingjian left this morning, you can simply pack up and go with me to condole." ”

Yunzhu's hand loosened.

Cao Xun caught the tea bowl that almost fell and said comfortingly: "It's okay, I expected it a long time ago, don't be too sad." ”

Yunzhu's heart was heavy.

Zhang Xingjian's appearance did make the people around him anticipate that his limit was approaching, but everyone met last night, and this morning it was gone, how can it not be embarrassing?

Zhang Xingjian is Cao Xun's friend, Yunzhu is not familiar with him, he is sorry, and he can't really talk about sadness, the question is, how can Cao Xun say it so lightly, and even comfort her in turn?

"When did you wake me up, when did you send someone over there?"

Without waiting for Cao Xun to answer, Yunzhu immediately got out of bed, and while opening the wardrobe by himself to choose clothes suitable for mourning, he called Forsythia and them to prepare water.

Hurriedly combing her hair, Yunzhu called Cao Xun to go out, but Cao Xun took her hand and reminded: "Eat something first, this trip will be delayed for a day, and you are afraid that you will be hungry." ”

Yunzhu was still in the mood to eat, and urged: "Let's go!" ”

Walked quickly to the front yard and found that Cao Shao was also there, wearing a dark gray muslin robe.

He looked heavy, looked at his brother and said, "Master Hou is a hero on the battlefield, and my generals and disciples all admire him, and I also ask my eldest brother to allow me to go with me to pay tribute." ”

There are too many soldiers who died on the battlefield, and at the same time, there are many soldiers who have picked up a life but are physically disabled and sick, some of them have won glory, some are still unknown and only receive a little pension, and there are also Zhang Xingjian, who was originally like the scorching sun and became famous, but he can only retire gloomily at the most glorious time.

Although Cao Shao took the path of a civilian official, he still longed for the golden iron horse on the battlefield in his bones, and he also wanted to remember a general who died early and pay his respect.

Cao Xun bowed: "Let's go." ”

Because he brought Cao Shao, Cao Xun also chose to ride a horse.

Zhang Tai and Yun Zhu didn't have a chance to say the words of comfort, but Cao Shao said it and persuaded his brother to mourn.

Cao Xun still looked calm: "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

Cao Shao: "......"

How can it be okay, don't look at the fact that he used to treat Xie Lang as a rival in love, if Xie Lang is suddenly gone, he will definitely cry, not to mention the friendship between his brother and Huai'an Hou.

But in front of such a calm face, Cao Shao said that nothing was superfluous.

Yun Zhu heard the brief conversation between the two brothers in her ears, and suddenly remembered when her grandfather died of illness. She didn't talk to her mother, her father cried so much that her brother suddenly choked up several times, pulling his sleeves to wipe his tears. Although Zhang Xingjian and Cao Xun are the same generation, Cao Xun will not cry so badly, but his current appearance is too wrong.

The Huai'an Hou Mansion soon arrived.

Because Yunzhu didn't come over for the first time, there were already a lot of people who came to mourn in the Hou Mansion, not to mention Gu Qinghe and Zhao's husband, Li Yong and his wife, and Gu Min all arrived, Gu Min leaned on his mother Zhao's side, and couldn't stop crying.

Then, Yunzhu saw Liu Jing, who was choked up in white, and saw Zhang Hu, the son of the world who was crying bitterly.

At this moment, Yunzhu's tears also fell, no matter how unfamiliar she was, they were all the gentle people she had in this year.

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The Zhang family has a simple population, Zhang Xingjian has no other uncles and brothers, and Liu Jing's maiden family is also far away.

Cao Xun and Gu Qinghe stayed here with their respective wives to help.

During the three-day holiday of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the two couples almost stayed at Zhang's house, and Cao Xun and Gu Qinghe accompanied Zhang Hu to keep a wake at night, and they entertained male guests during the day, and Yunzhu didn't have the opportunity to get along with Cao Xun for a long time.

Early in the morning of August 17, Zhang Xingjian was buried in the cries of his wife and children.

On the way back to the city, Yunzhu and Zhao sat in Liu Jing's carriage, and Zhao helped hold Tuan Tuan.

The little girl didn't know what was going on, and her little hands were holding on to the window, babbling to look outside.

Liu Jing wiped her face with a wet handkerchief, except for her haggard look and swollen eyes, she looked much calmer, and looked at Zhao and Yunzhu softly: "Thanks to your help in the past few days, I have cried to my heart's content, but don't worry, I have actually been ready for a long time, and it will be okay if I cry enough, and then I will focus on raising my children and will not indulge in the past." ”

Those who should be comforted were comforted, and Zhao didn't say those words anymore, hugged Tuan Tuan and said: "Yes, you want to raise a big Tuan Tuan, and in a few years, you should marry a daughter-in-law to your brother, and if you have a daughter-in-law, you will soon hold your grandson, how many things and blessings are waiting for you." ”