The Great Tang: World Martial God

Bang bang bang.

Three applause came from the end of the corridor.

A faint voice swept over.

"Master Qi really loves the people like his son, abides by the law and loves the country!"

"When the catastrophe is imminent, still guarding the boundary of Yicang for the Tang Dynasty?"

Hearing this voice, Qi Feng's heart shuddered, and a feeling of fear surged into his heart.

He raised a blood-red eye and stared at the end of the corridor.

Wearing a purple official gown, Tang Hao strode forward with a line of silver armored soldiers.

The person beside him is particularly conspicuous.

On the top of the head is a golden crown, decorated with east beads, inlaid with a vermilion gem in the center, wearing a dazzling golden python robe, majestic and solemn.

The prince?

Tang Hao came here with the prince?

Qi Feng's heart trembled suddenly.

Originally planned to use Wei Wang's name to do some struggles to frighten this reckless court commander.

However, at the same time that he saw the prince accompanied, the idea was suddenly broken.

On the plump face, the muscles were not twitching much, Qi Feng opened his mouth in horror, hesitated for a long time, and squeezed out a few words.

"You...you are not afraid..."

The forward sound suddenly stopped at a step in front of him, his burly body leaned down, his cold eyes staring at Qi Feng's hair.

"What are you afraid of? The master behind you is still in the imperial city, and you still expect him to come to Qingzhou himself for you?"

As he spoke, the voice pulled out a scroll from his arms and stood up and unfolded.

"See clearly! This is the crime committed over the years!"

"These accusations are not enough to copy and slash the whole door."

Qi Feng's pupils suddenly dilated, reflecting Tang Hao's stern face.

An icy chill came from the front, and the crime seemed to be at this moment, and it seemed to have become the life-death life-death in Yan Luo's hand.

Ahhhhh.

The dry throat roared like a dying beast.

Qi Feng kicked his legs, and generally wanted to struggle to stand up and walk away when he lost his soul.

However, these soft legs didn't need any energy for a long time.

Tang Hao raised his hand slightly and waved lightly.

"take away!"

"Waiting for it."

The soldiers with soldiers behind them came out, picked up the heavy body, and dragged them all the way.

Staring at the plump cheeks that looked like ashes, Li Zhi glared fiercely and spit.

"Corrupt officials! Such people are more than guilty!"

Having said that, his immature face raised his brows, and looked at the figure beside him in doubt.

"Sister-in-law, who is the master of the imperial city?"

With a big hand patted Li Zhi's back, Tang Hao let out a long sigh of relief.

"In the future, you will understand."

One wave just flattened, another wave started again.

Tang Hao, who had just arrived at the mansion with Qi Feng, was startled by the tearful Zhao Limin.

After some cross-examination, Zhao Limin finally raised his tearful eyes and cried out in pain.

"Lao Zhang... Lao Zhang has passed away!"

The news was so sudden that Tang Hao's heart suddenly sank.

When he was in the imperial city, Tang Hao couldn't bear to go against the will of the king of Tang. What he thought about was to handle the dissolution of the great Confucian family peacefully.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xian passed away at this time.

With a few instructions, Tang Hao hurried to the Zhang family mansion with Li Zhi.

In the open door, people are no longer coming and going, bustling.

The little servants, dressed in white, with red eyes, stood solemnly at the gates of the palaces with their heads down.

Passing through the front yard of the huge mansion and the long winding corridor, Tang Hao and Li Zhi went straight to the main hall.

The servants at the entrance of the main hall bowed and saluted them one by one.

A servant put on a white cloth belt and gently tied it on the shoulders of Tang Hao and Li Zhi.

As the saying goes, the dead are the greatest.

This cloth belt is not only a courtesy, but also a respect for the deceased.

The pitch-black coffin in the main hall As for the middle of the hall, pale chrysanthemums are clustered, and the long white cloth wraps the beams and hangs down very long.

The candlelight is placed in front of the coffin, adding a bit of bleakness to this hall.

An old figure knelt in front of the candle, burning paper money, sobbing, an incognito language came.

"Old Zhang, the old man lost his mind for a while... he was using those wicked ways."

"The original intention was good... for the Qingzhou people to seek peace and tranquility... But the relationship behind this... I really don't know..."

"The old man hurt you..."

His back undulates violently, seeming to wipe away tears, and throw away a lot of paper money.

The light reflected on the coffin was suddenly bright, the light and shadow floated, and the old man's voice came again.

"Lao Zhang, you can go with peace of mind."

"The old man's last wish has been done for you... The great Confucian family has since been disbanded... Our descendants of the Zhang family... Eternally, we will only open lecture halls in the countryside..."

He put his hands on his back, and a sad voice came out softly.

"The deceased is dead, sorrow."

Before turning his head, Tang Hao already knelt on the ground, grabbed a stack of paper money, and threw it in the basin.

"I was thinking of Zhang Lao Neng spreading the classics of Confucius and Mencius to the public and enlightening the people of the Tang Dynasty."

"I didn't think that the imperial city will be farewell. When I see you, it is already yin and yang."

After a pause, paper money spilled out.

"rest in peace."

After the memorial ceremony, Tang Hao got up, turned and walked outside the door.

There was a voice in front of the coffin.

"King Jin, Lord Tang wait a moment, Zhang Lao has a letter to send to both of you."