Zhu Hai read the letter, and he had not cried for many days, and he began to cry again.

He thought that it would be good if Zhu Xianggong's letter came a few days earlier.

A few days earlier, would the master father let go of Wei and the King of Wei and really go to Southern Qin to plant lychees with Zhu Xianggong?

Zhu Xiang's messenger was next door, listening to Zhu Hai cry all night.

On the second day, the two were in good spirits. Zhu Hai's mood also returned to normal.

He carried the letter in his bosom and said that when Xinlingjun was buried with him, he would bury the letter and Xinlingjun in the soil together.

Maybe it was when I read the letter that Zhu Hai's deeply suppressed feelings in my heart were released a little, and Zhu Hai's words were a little more.

He sighed to the messenger about yesterday's extravagant hopes: "It would be good if Zhu Xianggong's letter arrived earlier, maybe the master father could listen to Zhu Xianggong's persuasion." "

But the messenger did not comfort Zhu Hai.

"When the King of Wei said that because of Xinlingjun, the Wei Kingdom was in danger, what face did Xinlingjun have, and when he saw the ancestors of Wei, Xinlingjun would have to die." The messenger said indifferently.

His words were strangely broken, the broken words were very short, but there was a magical rhyme in them, which sounded sonorous and powerful.

"As the prince of Wei, the king of Wei said that he had no shame to see his ancestors, which was more embarrassing than directly killing him." The messenger paused, a slight self-deprecating sneer on his face, "If King Han says this about me, I can only die to make my will." "

The messenger took a deep breath, picked up the bamboo tube, and drank the cold water in the bamboo tube, as if to extinguish the depression in his heart: "It's a pity that it's better than it, Xinlingjun and Chunshenjun." The king of Wei and the king of Chu know that they are talented, they will use them, and they will be jealous of them. And King Han can't see me at all. "

"May I ask what the public is......" Zhu Hai realized that the identity of the messenger might be unusual, and hurriedly made up the inquiry.

The messenger said indifferently: "I don't dare to call the public." I am a side branch of the Han Sect, Han Fei. "

In order to try his best to persuade Xinlingjun, the messenger sent by Zhu Xiang was actually Han Gongzifei.

South Korea has no way to save the country, and knows that South Korea will perish. After he was persuaded by Zhu Xiang, he wanted to "hide in the court" in the Qin State, and after the fall of Korea, he took on the important task of taking care of the Korean clan and continuing the Korean sacrificial incense.

So Han Fei will not seek death.

Zhu Xiang thought that Han Fei's situation might make Wei Wuji empathize, so that Wei Wuji could also follow Han Fei's path.

But after all, Zhu Xiang is just a concubine, and he is still a concubine from two thousand years later, so he doesn't know what kind of words are the sharpest knives for these dignified clan disciples.

King Wei's words spread too widely, and it was surprising why the words of King Wei, who was far away in Daliang, had reached the ears of the people of Chu so quickly.

When Han Fei heard what King Wei said, he felt sad.

As Han Gongzifei, he knew that Wei Gongzi was unscrupulous, and he would probably die.

Wei Gongzi Wuji is different from him.

He is just a side clan, although he can cheekily call himself "Han Gongzi", in fact, he is far from the relationship with King Han.

If he is thick-skinned, he can actually abandon relations with South Korea. It's just that he cares about South Korea and doesn't want to turn his back.

Wei Gongzi Wuji is the younger brother of King Wei and one of the people closest to King Wei. Naturally, his responsibilities are heavier.

The monarch is the "patriarch" of a clan.

Even if King Han said to Han Fei, a side branch clan, that Han Fei had no face to see the ancestors, Han Fei would be able to die Mingzhi, not to mention Wei Wuji?

Therefore, as long as Wei Wuji is still Gongzi Wuji, and he is still the Xinling Jun who is glorious and beautiful, he can only die.

Zhu Xiang can't save him, and no one can save him.

Unless Wei Wuji doesn't want to be a son, Wuji.

But how could Wei Wuji not be Gongzi Wuji?

Zhu Hai listened to Han Fei's words and was silent for a long time before he smiled: "Yes, a son is a son." "

His smile didn't have much of a shadow of depression, but he seemed a little relieved.

His master father and son Wuji must have the only choice of this path. He lamented the death of his father, hoping that he would regret it, but he insulted his father's character.

Zhu Hai said: "I didn't expect the Zhu Xiang Guild to send Gongzi Fei to be a messenger."

He really didn't expect it.

Han Gongzifei's virtuous name has spread to the ears of people all over the world, and Zhu Hai knows that Han Fei is an arrogant talent. He didn't expect Han Fei to be such a small role as a messenger.

Han Fei said: "Zhu Xianggong is like my teacher, and the division commander has words, so he doesn't dare to disobey." What's more, I also want to talk to Shinling-kun. "

It's a pity.

Zhu Hai and Han Fei both sighed in their hearts.

Han Fei did not comfort Zhu Hai, and said to Zhu Hai that Xinlingjun would die, and no one could save Xinlingjun. Zhu Hai's heart was more smooth than listening to other people's comforts.

Now that he has seen Zhu Xianggong's messenger, there is no need for him to be false with the people on the road.

Han Fei didn't deliver the letter alone.

Even if he expressed confidence in his ability to travel alone, Zhu Xiang also gave him a team of guards, and by the way, he acted as Xinlingjun's guard.

Zhu Xiang really hoped that Xinlingjun could go south.

Han Fei sent people to return to Zhu Xiang quickly, and then traveled with Zhu Hai day and night to escort Xinlingjun south.

Only five days later, Zhu Hai and Han Fei met Zhu Xiang.

In ancient times, the actual control area of the government was very narrow, and it was basically a circle of land near the town, and there was wilderness between the cities.

After the Southern Chu Jun moved the Chu people north, there was a large area of wasteland between Guangling City and the city of Southern Chu as a buffer zone, and the garrison was only at important checkpoints.

This wasteland does not mean desolate. There are people, but there is no government to manage them.

Zhu Xiang led a team of cavalry and left Guangling City for a hundred miles to greet him, and the Southern Chu State turned a blind eye and did not make any reaction.

They didn't dare to react either.

"Zhu Xianggong ......" only saw that white hair, Zhu Hai would not recognize the wrong person.

After Zhu Hai saw Zhu Xiang, he cried again.

Zhu Xiang did not hold hands with Zhu Hai and look at each other with teary eyes, but hugged this stout man in his arms: "It's hard, it's hard." "

Zhu Hai is not only a commoner, but now he is dirty and smelly.

He served by Xinlingjun's side, and when he was wearing gorgeous clothes, the scholars showed their liking for him, and they would pull hands at most. Being hugged by a high-status scholar is the first time in Zhu Hai's life.

Zhu Hai was at a loss.

But he didn't break free, but buried his face on Zhu Xiang's shoulder, and the whimpering became louder.

A tall and strong man curled up in Zhu Xiang's arms, like a child, looked very weird.

But Zhu Hai is really tired and can't take care of his image.

Zhu Xiang's hug was just right for him who was tired.

Zhu Xiang patted Zhu Hai on the back, and after Zhu Hai had cried, he continued: "I'll change the coffin for Wuji." "

Zhu Hai stood aside with his hands down, allowing Zhu Xiang to open Xinlingjun's coffin.

Although the weather was cool, for more than half a month, Xinlingjun's body had already shown signs of decay.

No matter how light the wind and moon are, after death, they will rot, insects, and turn into a pool of foul-smelling corpse water.

Ying Xiaozheng also followed Zhu Xiang to greet Xinlingjun.

Although he had seen Xinlingjun when he was young, he didn't have much memory of Xinlingjun.

Seeing the corpse of Xinlingjun with a blue face, and smelling the stench in the coffin, his expression was very unsightly.

Zhu Xiang and Xue Ji looked the same as before.

Perhaps the couple had seen too many corpses and were already immune.

When Zhu Xiang decided to invite Xinlingjun to Southern Qin, Xueji asked the weaver girl in the family to arrange clothes for Xinlingjun.

When Han Fei sent someone to deliver the letter, Xue Ji ignored Zhu Xiang's obstruction, and personally sewed the clothes for Xinlingjun day and night, saying that she would give them to Xinlingjun and let Xinlingjun be buried in new clothes.

The husband and wife, who were probably the most disrespectful of the etiquette among the nobles of the Warring States period, stripped off the old clothes that had been fused with the corpse of Xinlingjun like the funeral makeup artists of later generations, washed the maggots on the corpse with spirits, and then wrapped Xinlingjun's body in a white cloth and put on new clothes for Xinlingjun.

The self-hanged person did not look good, and Zhu Xiang also used the adjusted "paint" to make up for Xin Lingjun.

In the end, Zhu Xiang and Xue Ji helped Xinlingjun tie up his dried hair and put on a crown before Zhu Hai carried Xinlingjun to another coffin.

The bottom of the coffin was covered with bluegrass and wormwood, and after Xinlingjun lay down in it, the stench of the corpse on his body was covered.

Zhu Xiang put some belongings to press the coffin for Xinlingjun, and spread silk on Xinlingjun's body.

Yukihime picked up a basket of picked peach blossoms and poured them into the coffin.

Zhu Xiang ordered someone to close the coffin and said: "He once said that among the many fruits, peaches are the most delicious. Now the peach blossoms of Nanqin are blooming, and without peaches, I will reluctantly pay tribute to him with peach blossoms. "

At this time, there are very few types of fruits, and peaches are one of the most delicious fruits.

In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there were many allusions to peaches, which shows how much the nobles loved to eat peaches.

Even in myths and legends, the fairy fruits eaten by the gods in the sky must have fairy peaches.

Zhu Hai didn't expect that Zhu Xiang would actually send Han Gongzi Fei to be a messenger to persuade his master father to go south; Now I didn't expect Zhu Xiang to do such a thing for his master.

Even close relatives will be disgusted by the rotting corpses of their loved ones.

Zhu Xiang didn't cry like the scholars who worshiped Xinling Jun along the road.

He kept his brow furrowed, and he didn't even shed a few tears.

But Zhu Hai thinks that Zhu Xianggong's friendship with his father is indeed the deepest among all his friends.

So at the last moment of his life, the master father still wanted to drink the last jar of wine with Zhu Xianggong.

After Zhu Xiang finished everything, he said to Zhu Hai: "Are you going to guard the tomb of Xinling Jun in the future?" "

Zhu Hai nodded: "Yes." "

Zhu Xiang said: "When Qin destroys Wei, you have to escort Xinlingjun back to China." So take care. "

Zhu Hai nodded: "Yes." "

In his heart, there was no fluctuation in his heart about the destruction of the Wei State.

Xinling Jun is dead, how can Wei not be destroyed.

He is still alive now, so he doesn't need to gouge out his eyeballs and hang them on the gate of Daliang, so that he can see the moment when the Qin army breaks through the gate of Daliang.

He could go to see it in person, see it with his own eyes, and then personally help Xin Lingjun's coffin into the girder.