Wei and Jin cooks

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the mansions on the left and right. Someone secretly opened the door and poked his head out to take a look. When they saw Zhao Hanzhang and his brother kneeling in mourning clothes at the gate, they were all shocked. This is what the Zhao family is doing. Is there a funeral?

The two sides were in a stalemate when a voice came from a distance, "I'll pick it up!"

Everyone turned around and saw that Fu Tinghan and a group of people were coming here quickly, followed slowly by several horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts.

Fu Tinghan caught Zhao Hanzhang's gaze, kicked the horse in the belly to speed up, and only reined in the horse when he reached the gate.

He jumped off the horse and strode forward. He raised his hands and stopped him in a meaningful way. Didn't you see that there were so many people cheering behind him?

There are men and women, and these people are all nobles at first glance. He can afford to offend one or two, but there are so many of them. He is not arrogant and naturally knows the current affairs.

Fu Tinghan walked up to Zhao Hanzhang in three steps and then took a piece of linen from her hand and tied it around his waist after giving her a fixed look.

Wang Xuan and Wang Siniang were one step behind.

Wang Siniang jumped off the horse and ran over, with a concerned look on her face, "Sanniang, are you okay?"

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at her, lowered his head and held up the linen in his hand, "The third wife of the Zhao family would like to announce her funeral to all the relatives and friends who came here. My grandfather, the Zhao family, passed away last night."

Wang Siniang's eyes were red, and she stretched out her hand to take a strip of linen.

Wang Xuan came up slowly and said to Junjun: "Not to mention Mr. Zhao's achievements, even for ordinary people, the dead are the most important. The two Zhao family members are here, so they must be allowed to go out to report the funeral. Your Majesty and the prince should also do it. Notify others."

He said: "If you can't decide, you might as well go and ask General Ma now."

"Zhao Gong lived a simple life. How can you humiliate him just by touching his upper and lower lips? You can't even announce the death of a person. What do you ordinary people want to do?"

The people following Wang Xuan arrived one after another on horseback, horse-drawn carriages, or ox-carts. When they saw Zhao Hanzhang and his brother being stopped holding linen in their hands, they couldn't help but become angry.

They were all in their prime, when they were young and vigorous, when they were most dissatisfied with the current situation of their country and their country, and when they were most ambitious. For a moment, their hearts were agitated, and they couldn't help but point at the generals and soldiers and curse them.

There was a down-and-out middle-aged man who came over on a donkey carrying a wine bottle and simply sat down on the steps. He cried and laughed at the door, "The world is declining, morals are gone, the country's nobles are being insulted, and the country is being lost. Hahahahaha, This is all retribution, Zhao Changyu, Zhao Changyu, you persuaded me to become an official, saying that I am a good man who aspires to the country, you are loyal, but what will happen to you?"

He pointed at the door and cried and cursed: "You worked hard for the Sima family and worked hard for the Jin Dynasty, but you almost died at the hands of the Jin family twice. At the end of the day, you are still dead, but even your descendants are protecting you." If you don’t stop, why bother coming? Why bother coming?”

Then he pointed at the general and scolded, "He is a dead lackey with no heart. The Jin Dynasty has lost Zhao Changyu, just like losing a mansion. You still have time to put the Zhao family under house arrest. Just wait. Given time, even your master will be unable to set foot in Luoyang." ."

After hearing this, Zhao Hanzhang raised her head and looked at him with piercing eyes. Tears rolled down her eyes. She held back her sobs and asked Wang Xuan, "Who is he?"

Wang Xuan, "This is Mr. Zhang Jingyang."

Zhao Hanzhang: "Did you invite him here?"

Wang Xuan smiled bitterly, "How can I do that? Mr. Zhang refused the emperor's conquest again last month, saying he was ill. Not to mention me, even my father couldn't see him. I didn't expect him to come today."

Zhao Hanzhang understood. She held the linen cloth in her hand and walked forward, knelt down at the foot of the steps, kowtowed and offered the linen cloth, "Thank you, sir, for coming to express condolences to my grandfather."

The soldiers and soldiers were scolded until their faces turned purple, but they did not dare to take action against Zhang Jingyang, nor did they dare to stop Zhao Hanzhang.

Zhang Jingyang looked at the white cloth in front of him in silence, tears falling down his cheeks. He shook his hands and took one, clenched it in his hand, and fell down on the steps crying, "O Chang Yu, O Chang Yu, where are we going back? Where, woohoo, woohoo, Dajin woohoo..."

Zhao Hanzhang bowed deeply to him, then stood up, looked back at Zhao Erlang, and said with tears in his eyes: "Erlang, come with me to report the funeral."

Zhao Erlang hurriedly got up and trotted to follow. A soldier took a step forward. Fu Tinghan and Wang Xuan stood aside and looked at them with firm eyes.

Joining the army pulled the soldiers back and said, "Let them go."

Damn it, the people above are good at hiding. He has stopped them for so long and no one has come. If they stop them again, even if they are not scolded to death by these scholars, they will be accused and hacked to death later. In this case, it is better to let them go.

Zhao Hanzhang led Zhao Erlang down the steps and walked towards the street step by step. Zhao Zhongyu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, it was done.

The two siblings, one holding linen cloth and the other holding a cane, walked out along the street. As long as they were familiar with the Zhao family, they would stop and kneel outside the gate to announce the funeral, and wait for the people inside to come out to pick up the linen strips.

Fu Tinghan and others followed them slowly, then stopped and watched.

He watched Zhao Hanzhang kneeling down in front of the gate, holding up the linen strip in his hand, and loudly reported: "The third wife of the Runan Zhao family came with her younger brother Erlang to report the funeral. My grandfather Zhao Baoqiao passed away last night..."

The first time, the people in the room didn't hear it correctly. Tao Wei stopped the pen in his hand and pricked up his ears to listen, "What are the people outside shouting? Why does it sound like a funeral to me?"

Soon the housekeeper ran in and said urgently: "Master Lang, the Zhao family has come to report the funeral, saying that Zhao Zhongshu went away last night."

Tao Wei stood up suddenly, pointed at the pen in his hand and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Zhao Zhongshu, go to Uncle Cai, he disappeared last night!"

Tao Wei picked up his robe and ran out, "Is it the work of King Donghai?"

This was the question shared by all the people watching, as well as those who received the news. Was Zhao Changyu's death the result of the King of Donghai's hand?

The door opened and Tao Wei walked out quickly. When he saw Zhao Hanzhang and his brother kneeling in front of the door, tears fell instantly.

He stepped forward to take the cloth from Zhao Hanzhang's hand and choked with sobs: "I will definitely go to express my condolences."

Zhao Hanzhang led Zhao Erlang to kowtow, got up and left.

Zhao Changyu had many acquaintances in Luoyang, not only relatives and friends, but also old colleagues. Zhao Hanzhang followed Zhao Changyu in handling letters and documents during this period, and knew who to contact to report the funeral.

Fortunately, although she didn't quite know the way, Zhao Erlang knew it.

They reported funerals, some went out to pick them up in person like Tao Wei, some sent servants from the housekeeper to come out to pick them up, and some stayed behind closed doors.

No matter what situation he encountered, Zhao Hanzhang would take Zhao Erlang and kowtow, just as a way of thanking the world for Zhao Changyu.

The young people following behind couldn't help crying. Wang Siniang even cried like a tearful person. When she arrived at the gate of Wang's house, she saw that their house was closed. She was so angry that she stepped forward and tried to smash the door. "What on earth is Father thinking?"

Wang Xuan hurriedly stopped her, "My father is not at home, and the servants in the family may not dare to make the decision."

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