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Fu Tinghan didn't expect that there were so many twists and turns. He opened his mouth, lowered his head and said, "Yes, my grandson will go to Wang's house now."

Fu Zhi warned: "Avoid Wang Yan. This man seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. He definitely doesn't want the Wang family brothers and sisters to get involved."

Fu Tinghan agreed.

Before dawn, the bell rang outside to announce that the curfew was lifted, and Fu Zhi changed into his official robe and went out. .

Fu Tinghan waited for him to leave, then went back to the house and poured all the cash into a cloth bag.

Fu An was stunned for a moment, "Lang Jun, what are you going to do?"

"To clear the way, all of this requires money," Fu Tinghan thought for a while, opened the makeup box, and poured all the jade jewelry, gold and silver jewelry inside into the bag. "

Fu An turned pale with fright and hurriedly stopped him and said, "Lang Jun, there is no need for these. It's enough to take care of the servants."

Fu Tinghan glanced at him and showed no compromise. He was not just going to Wang's house. He went out with a bag of money and said, "Let's go to Wang's house first."

Not to mention him, even the original person is not familiar with the capital. He was only eleven years old when he left Kyoto, and it has been five years since he left. Many of his former friends are no longer in Kyoto, and those who are there are not familiar with him. After thinking about it, he is now The only ones who could ask for help were the Wang family siblings.

Fu Tinghan took the money bag and went straight to Wang's house.

On the other side of the Zhao family, just after Fu Tinghan left, Zhao Zhongyu had someone open the warehouse and take out the mourning clothes, linen clothes and white banners that had been prepared earlier.

This was prepared by the Zhao family in advance. Zhao Changyu had been ill for a long time. He was seriously ill more than half a year ago. At that time, Emperor Hui had prepared a posthumous title for him, but maybe he was worried about the young Zhao Sanniang and Zhao. Erlang, he came through again.

It was at that time when things got better that he began to think about marrying Zhao Sanniang.

He didn't reveal it until he and Fu Zhi got to know each other and both of them had this idea. As a result, something went wrong before he could even tell Wang and Zhao Sanniang which house they had chosen.

The linen cloth and white flags were taken out, and the servants were panic-stricken, so they hung up the linen cloth and white flags as quietly as possible.

Qinggu brought some mourning clothes with her, stepped forward to support Zhao Hanzhang, who was still kneeling beside the bed, and whispered: "Sanniang, please change into your mourning clothes first."

Zhao Hanzhang retracted his gaze from Zhao Changyu and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who will replace my grandfather's shroud?"

"Your Majesty will be here with Da Lang in a moment."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded, then stood up by the edge of the bed, and went down with Qinggu to change into clothes.

The genius was slightly bright. Zhao's house had been replaced with linen and white banners. Zhao Hanzhang called Zhao Erlang and asked him to take the cut white linen. When he went out, he saw the ju stick placed by the door and couldn't help but stop. .

When Zhao Dalang saw it, his face turned red and he quickly took the cane in his hand, "Father is changing the shroud for my great-uncle. I will give it to my father in a moment."

Zhao Hanzhang stepped forward and took the Juzhang from his hand, and said nonchalantly: "Give it to Erlang and me. Erlang and I will give it to you."

"this……"

Zhao Hanzhang took the bamboo stick in his hand with a little effort, turned around and handed it to Zhao Erlang. She took the remaining stick by the door, "My uncle and your father are still here, uncle and you." It’s inappropriate to hold.”

Zhao Dalang's face turned red as he watched her take the cane and leave. He quickly chased after her and said, "Third sister, don't you wait for your grandfather and father?"

Zhao Hanzhang stopped and said, "Then let Da Lang go and ask for your uncle."

Zhao Zhongyu had aged a lot overnight, and his hair had turned gray on his temples. When he came out, he saw Zhao Hanzhang holding a cane in his hand, and frowned slightly. He looked at Zhao Dalang, "Where is your father?"

Zhao Dalang lowered his head and replied: "Father is changing into mourning clothes for my great-uncle."

Zhao Zhongyu's expression softened a little, and he said to Zhao Hanzhang: "Give your uncle the bamboo stick and ask him to wear linen to honor your grandfather. Since he has inherited the title, this is the responsibility he should fulfill."

Zhao Hanzhang's face looked better, he handed the stick to Zhao Dalang, turned around and took the white linen strip from Zhao Erlang's hand, straightened his back and said: "Uncle, please."

Zhao Zhongyu did not move, stared at her and asked: "Sanniang, you have to think clearly. Do you want to go in person?"

He said: "You can let your uncle do this."

Zhao Hanzhang: "There is no one more suitable than our siblings. Uncle, let's go."

She didn't know that they were actually afraid, and didn't want to open the door and face the soldiers outside. After all, if one of them was not good, the other party would really take action, and death would only be a matter of seconds.

The memorial has been sent out, so they can stay at home and wait for the news. There is a high probability that the King of Donghai will withdraw his troops and pretend that nothing happened.

But why?

Her grandfather died because of the Zhao family, because of the Jin Dynasty, and because of the infighting between the King of East China Sea and the Emperor.

She wanted everyone to know why Zhao Changyu died.

Zhao Hanzhang walked out with firm eyes.

Zhao Zhongyu could only keep up.

The door of Zhao's house opened heavily to both sides. When the soldiers guarding the outside heard the movement, they turned their heads with solemn expressions and tightened their grip on the swords and guns in their hands.

The door slowly opened, and the soldier guarding the door stared at the door with burning eyes. He held the handle of the knife at his waist, as if he was slashing with the knife.

Zhao Hanzhang, who was dressed in shabby clothes, took the lead in crossing the threshold, and raised his snow-like face to look directly at Joining the Army.

Joining the army was stunned for a moment, looking at the decline of their clothes in surprise.

Joining the army with keen eyes saw that Zhao Zhongyu, who was one step behind, also had a piece of linen tied around his waist, and his forehead jumped.

In Zhao's house, there was only one person who could make Zhao Zhongyu tie up sackcloth in mourning.

Sure enough, Zhao Hanzhang raised his head and glanced at him, then knelt down, raised the white hemp in his hand above his head, and said loudly with red eyes: "Sanniang Zhao, my younger brother Erlang went to the King of Donghai to report his funeral, my grandfather Zhao Shiqiao Died last night!"

Joining the army swallowed nervously, and tightened his hands as he looked at the white linen handed to him, whether he accepted it or not.

Zhao Erlang knelt down when his sister knelt down. Seeing that his sister would continue to kneel down if the other party didn't pick up Baima, he couldn't help but stare at the other party with wide eyes.

Zhao Zhongyu stood behind the two siblings and said: "The deceased is the eldest. My brother worked hard for the Jin Dynasty all his life, even if he had no merit, he still worked hard. Now he has passed away, leaving only this pair of young siblings to join the army." Do you even want to stop me from reporting my funeral?"

Joining the Army tightened the handle of the knife in his hand and said, "Your Majesty has an order. No one in the Zhao Mansion is allowed to leave until the matter is investigated."

Zhao Zhongyu said: "You can't make the decision. Why don't you invite General Ma? I don't believe it. He dares to stop my family from announcing the funeral. Isn't he afraid of the public opinion in the world?"

Zhao Hanzhang raised the white linen strip in his hand and shouted with choked sobs: "Sanniang Zhao, my younger brother Erlang wants to announce his death to all relatives and friends. My grandfather Zhao Baqiao passed away last night! Please join the army to pick up the hemp."

Joining the army stared at the linen in her hand without saying a word, his face stern, his fists loosened and then tightened, then tightened and then loosened.

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