Yan Yunge stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at this scene, feeling sad.

She walked forward, came behind Xiao Yi, and put her hand gently on his shoulder.

"Yuan Jia and Yuan Chu are both on the way back, so there must be time."

Xiao Yi wiped his face and felt very heavy.

He doesn't want to say anything now, he just wants to be by Mr. Ji's side in silence.

Yan Yunge understands him.

He is an emotionally restrained person and rarely reveals true feelings.

When his eyes were filled with tears, he must have encountered the most painful scene in his life.

He held her hand tightly and refused to let go for a long time.

It seems that in this way, you can gain strength, move forward bravely, and not be afraid of any difficulties and obstacles.

But……

My heart still hurts very much.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are destined to life.

At this moment, manpower cannot defeat nature, everything has been arranged.

He whispered: "I have worked hard to deal with the government in the past few days. I want to spend more time with Mr.

"good!"

...

Xiao Yuanchu rushed back first.

During the day, Mr. Ji spent most of his time sleeping.

When he woke up occasionally, he was very happy to see Xiao Yuanchu and was energetic to say a few words.

only……

Every time, as I talk, I fall asleep.

I don’t know that it’s day and night, and I’m confused.

At some noon, he shouted in his dream, "Save me, save me. Don't take me away..."

He was entangled in nightmare and could not wake up for a long time.

Xiao Yi and his son called in his ears, and the imperial physician used silver needles and finally woke him up from the nightmare.

After waking up, Mr. Ji was confused for a while, and then said with a clear mind: "I haven't had enough time. Is Yuan Jia back?"

"Yuan Jiazheng rushed back with a quick horse. Don't scare yourself, you will definitely live a hundred years of life."

Xiao Yi endured the bitterness and said as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Ji shook his head slowly, "Just in my dream, I dreamed of evil ghosts plaguing me. Many evil ghosts were pulling me on my legs and trying to pull me into the eighteenth hell. Alas, I have done too many evil in my life, and falling into the eighteenth hell after death is no exception."

"No. I will not allow any evil ghost to hurt the gentleman. If any ghost does evil, I will raise the Three-Shaped Qingfeng and kill him without leaving any armor."

Mr. Ji laughed.

He whispered: "The emperor has the heart. With you, my heart will be calm in an instant. After I die, the funeral will be simple.

If I don’t believe in Buddhism, please ask Master Wu to perform a ritual for me. I will be mourned for three days after stopping my spirit. Don’t stop my spirit for too long.

The emperor must agree to me, otherwise I will die with my eyes open."

Xiao Yi said, "How much three days is enough, you must stop the spirit for at least seven days, or even fourteen days."

Mr. Ji insisted: "No! In this life, I first followed the old prince around, then followed the emperor, and finally followed the Saint Yan.

I have never killed anyone with my own hands, but countless people died because of one suggestion.

I am guilty of being very sinful and I am not qualified to enjoy too much incense after death. I can only rest in peace when I am buried early. Emperor, you must promise me..."

"Okay! I promised that sir, I will stop the spirit for three days and ask Master Wu to do a ritual in person."

Mr. Ji smiled.

He smiled satisfied.

"I did too many evils, so that my wife and children die early and have no children. After I die, if I have the intention, I can burn an incense stick every year during the Qingming Festival. It doesn't matter if I forget it. People like me are not worthy of incense sacrifices."

"Don't worry, every Qingming Festival, the two brothers Yuanchu and Yuanjia will worship on time. As long as people are alive, this matter cannot be stopped."

Xiao Yi was serious about the matter.

Sacrifice after death is a major event, so how can you not forget it?

He will remind his descendants to worship every year and not forget it.

Mr. Ji was satisfied and fell into a drowsiness again.

He is tired!

I don’t know what he dreamed of, but his eyebrows were not allowed to stretch when he was sleeping.

Xiao Yi couldn't help but sigh, and his heart became more and more sad and sad.

No one can tell that Mr. Ji has no time to do so, and that’s all these days.

Sad!

Sorry!

...

Xiao Yuanjia rushed back and finally returned to the capital.

However, God does not follow people's wishes.

He was still an hour late.

Failed to catch up with the time and failed to send Mr. Ji for the last trip in person. Xiao Yuanjia knelt in front of the bed and cried loudly.

The servant had already put on a mourning dress for Mr. Ji and was about to be buried, and moved to the mourning hall.

When he cried, the servants were all at a loss, not knowing whether to continue or to pause.

Xiao Yuanchu pulled up his younger brother Xiao Yuanjia, "Sir, he was very pleased to know that you were rushing back. The gentleman left in his sleep and left peacefully. The gentleman had a last word and only stopped his soul for three days. Don't delay the burial time for the second brother."

Xiao Yuanjia cried so hard that he could not help himself. With the help of his brother, he barely stood up.

"Why didn't sir wait for me to come back? It's all my fault, why did you go out for a trip."

"Don't blame yourself! The gentleman knows that you are thinking about him, so he is already very satisfied. When the gentleman leaves, he has no regrets. Let's go, put on his filial piety clothes and keep mourning for his filial piety."

Xiao Yuanjia was completely out of his mind now, so he would do whatever his elder brother said.

The mourning hall is well arranged.

Xiao Yi and Yan Yunge and his wife walked into the mourning hall to worship.

The two are emperors. Master Wu specifically reminded him that he would not be able to perform great gifts, for fear that Mr. Ji would not be able to bear it.

Xiao Yi was dissatisfied.

"To me, I am both a teacher and a father, and I should have performed the great gift of a filial son."

"If the emperor has not yet proclaimed himself emperor, it doesn't matter if he performs great filial piety or even keeps filial piety for Mr. Ji. However, now that he has been proclaimed, he cannot perform great tribute for his boy, as he may not be able to make peace underground."

Yan Yunge pulled Xiao Yi's sleeve, "I just listened to Master Wu's last words. The funeral was arranged by Master. As juniors, we should fulfill Mr. Wu's last wish."

Xiao Yi was dissatisfied, sad, and sad.

He was taken out of the mourning hall by Yan Yunge.

Looking back, the court officials were entering the mourning hall to worship.

He asked, "Sir, are you not satisfied with me? I used to be a sir and mourning man, but I refused to accept it."

Yan Yunge said, "The spirit of the emperor sounds extremely majestic, but it is a double-edged sword. Mr. Ji only wants happiness. The emperor wears mourning for him, but he cannot be happy. As juniors, we should fulfill his long-cherished wish."

Xiao Yi covered his eyes, afraid that tears would fall.

He pretended to be strong, "Okay, I will fulfill him. I will be a cruel and ruthless emperor."

...

Xiao Yi is sick!

In so many years, Yan Yunge saw him sick for the first time.

The condition is coming in a fierce manner and the high fever does not subside.

Everyone understands that he is heart disease.

He felt depressed and could not relieve it, so he had this fever.

Yan Yungeyi was not untied and stayed by his side, wiped his body for him, and cooled down with alcohol.

He was sleeping for three days, as if he was entangled in dreams and could not wake up for a long time.
To be continued...