The whole world thinks that I am trying to usurp the throne

On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, the assassination case of Han Shi was closed. Meng Yu, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, found out that the murderer was Wang Blacksmith who was forging iron in the market. Mrs. Yu was hot and eloquent, and he said that blacksmith Wang was useless, but blacksmith Wang was clumsy and clumsy, unable to refute, in a moment of anger, he didn't even remember to put down his well-wound dagger, so he went out.

Blacksmith Wang passed by a wine shop cursing, bought a jar of spirits, and ate while walking.

Han Shi, who had just left Yan Xun's mansion, accidentally bumped into Blacksmith Wang who had eaten most of the jar of wine, and was stabbed twice by Blacksmith Wang before he could apologize.

Tiejiang Wang bluntly said that he was so drunk that he passed out at the time, and he didn't know why he stabbed him twice. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly saw Han Shi throwing himself on the ground, covered in blood, and ran away without thinking.

On the same day, Wang Tiejiang was sentenced to beheaded in public.

On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, Han Shi was buried. Before dawn, he beat and beat all the way, and the coffin was carried by the servants to the Han family cemetery.

The Han family cemetery is located outside the capital city. Since the Han family settled in the capital more than a hundred years ago, all the Han family members who passed away have been buried here. Therefore, this huge cemetery is full of graves at a glance. It is densely packed and cannot be seen at all. side.

Right now, there is a thin line of white belly in the east, and the surrounding area is in darkness, only a faint light is emitted by the white paper lanterns.

Yan Xun walked at the end of the funeral procession carrying a white lantern, he staggered, but fortunately Xiao Yuebai who was beside him supported him so that he would not fall to the ground.

White light came out through the paper, and because of Yan Xun's drooping head, the white light hit his hair, while his face was completely hidden in the darkness.

Following his footsteps, the white lantern kept trembling, and so did the white light, and finally a beam of white light hit his face, and he saw his eyes were red and swollen, his complexion was pale, and he half bit his lips as if he was crying.

After crossing an unknown number of graves, Han Shi's coffin finally landed safely on the ground.

After the boy put down the coffin, he began to dig the soil. After a while, the pit was already big enough to accommodate Han Shi's coffin.

Han Shi's coffin was carried into the earth pit. Under the sound of Mrs. Han's crying, the coffin made of golden nanmu was gradually buried in the earth. Soon, there was no more to be seen, only a huge earth The bag stood upright, and a tombstone was erected in front of the earthen bag, writing the name, birthplace, time of death and the person who erected the tombstone, Han Shi, the owner of the tomb. It shook so much that it almost collapsed.

All the members of the Han family gathered around, their expressions were calm, at most they were just lamenting that Han Shi's life was too short and his fortune was shallow.

Han Shi's father, Han Yun, stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless and silent.

Mrs. Han Er was originally standing. As soon as the tombstone was erected, she rushed to the cold tombstone, stroked the word "Han Shi" on the tombstone with her fingertips over and over again, and then clasped her hands together again. Hugging the tombstone and weeping.

Everyone knows that she only has one son, Han Shi, and once Han Shi dies, she will have no hope. Moreover, she has always loved Han Shi very much. Even if Han Shi made a mistake, she is reluctant to touch Han Shi's finger.

Han Shi was early wise and proficient in the Four Books and Five Classics. The Han family believed that he had a bright future, so they sharpened their heads and sent him to the palace to be Yan Yu's companion when he was ten years old. Because of insulting Yan Xun, he had an argument with Yan Xun, and even fought with Yan Xun, which caused him to be expelled from the palace by Emperor Wen.

After Han Shi returned to the Han Mansion, he was punished by Hao Sheng, so that he could not go to the ground for a whole month. The second wife of Han was also flogged to protect Han Shi, and was fined and banned for half a month because of her inability to teach her children well. , behind closed doors.

Now that Han Shi has passed away, the rest of Mrs. Han with white hair and black hair is really pitiful. The female family members of the Han family next to her heard the heart-piercing cry of Mrs. Han's heart-piercing cries, and couldn't help but turn red. He talked a lot, but seeing that he couldn't dissuade her, he let her go.

Yan Xun glanced at Mrs. Han Er, handed the lantern in his hand to Xiao Yuebai, then knelt down and burned paper money beside him.

The paper money was thin and flimsy, and was blown by the cold wind by chance, and scattered away. Yan Xun took a piece of paper money and put it on the white candle beside the tomb, lit it, and then threw the paper money into the pile of paper money. Layers of paper money It ignited instantly, and the white smoke curled up, piercing Yan Xunfu's eyes, which were already hurting, and his eyes were red again. He endured and endured, and it was hard not to shed tears.

At this time, the wind turned, and the white smoke that was originally flying towards the grave turned all towards Yan Xun. Yan Xun immediately coughed uncontrollably, and curled up into a small ball.

Xiao Yuebai stood three steps away from Yan Xun, seeing this, felt distressed, but Yan Xun was close to Han Shi, Yan Xun would burn the paper money before getting up, so he simply kept silent.

After a while, most of the paper money was burned, Yan Xun took a stick of incense, and fiddled with the paper money that was pressed under the ashes, in order to burn the paper money more cleanly.

Before the paper money was burned, Mrs. Han's second wife was already crying hoarsely, but after a while, it didn't look like crying, but like ghost crying and wolf howling, which made people get goose bumps all over their bodies.

Han Yun wanted to pull Mrs. Han from the top of the tombstone. The second Mrs. Han was born in the south of the Yangtze River and had a delicate body. At this time, she didn't know where the strength came from. No matter how hard Han Yun tried, she would never leave the tombstone.

"Dier has passed away, why are you doing this, isn't it just that you can't feel at ease in the ground?" Han Yun said helplessly, "Just get up, if you cry to death on the grave of Dier, the first seven, Who will manage the five or seven and one hundred days?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Han Er struggled a little, but Han Yun helped her up in the end.

Han Yun ordered a maid to send Mrs. Han back to the mansion, and then said to Yan Xun who had burned all the paper money: "Second Highness, the deceased has passed away, so don't be too sad."

Yan Xun stood up, glanced at the summoning banner that was almost torn apart by the cold wind, and said indifferently: "Master Han, Xingzhi respected you very much when he was alive. It must be very reassuring.”

Han Yun heard the sarcasm in Yan Xun's words, and didn't bother to pay attention to it, and heard Xiao Yuebai say: "Master Han's condolences, Your Highness and I will bid farewell."

Xiao Yuebai finished speaking, walked to Yan Xun's side, and said softly: "Your Highness, let's go back to the residence."

Yan Xun shook his head and said, "Sir, I want to accompany you here."

"Di'er was very close to His Highness during his lifetime, so I trouble His Highness to accompany Ji'er here." After Han Yun finished speaking, he looked at the tombstone for a long time before walking away.

A moment later, only Xiao Yuebai and Yan Xun were left in front of Han Shi's grave.

"Sir..." Yan Xun glanced at the tombstone, and then softly called Xiao Yuebai.

Just at this moment, that gleam of fish-belly white spread rapidly, and the bright sunlight broke through the clouds immediately, pouring down, and the sky was reddened by the morning glow again.

A little sunlight fell on Yan Xun's face, clearly illuminating the corners of his slightly raised lips.

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