Spring and autumn

It was late at night, and there were only two hours before the funeral at Maoshi announced by Mihu himself. The lights in the hall covered with white cloth were always on, and none of the ministers standing solemnly dared to rest. The chanting of condolences had stopped, and it was humid and hot In the empty air, only the desperate breathing of the crowded people could be heard.

It's been a long time since the inner hall has been called in, and everyone doesn't know what the new king is plotting when the building is about to collapse. Jing Yang and Mi Fu haven't come back since noon. The door of the inner hall is closed, and Mihu is inside. Did not dare to knock on the door.

Mi Feng entered the inner hall directly from the harem, and did not go to the outer hall, and no one saw her.Repelling the maid, she only carried a wine jug, and with a slight push, the half-hidden inner hall door opened without a sound.

The candle was dimly lit, and Mihu raised his head from the flickering, worried that he was not allowed to disturb him, and was about to scold the visitor who didn't know what to do, but when he saw it was Mifeng, he was taken aback.

"Sister?" She came over and sat down next to him, Mihu hurriedly moved away and called her in a daze.

Putting the jug in his hand on the table, Mi Feng frowned as if acting coquettishly: "My brother is really busy these days, I have been guarding the hall, and my brother didn't come to say a word to me."

"I'm sorry..." Dazed in a hurry, even my sister ignored it, Mihu sincerely apologized, thinking of the plan that was about to be implemented, the apology became stronger, he raised his head, and wanted to say something, "I..."

"Brother, you don't need to apologize." Mi Feng stretched out a finger to cover Mihu's lips, stopped his hard-to-dispel apology, instead smiled, and said in relief, "Brother has been ambitious since he was a child, and now he has inherited this from his father." Jiangshan Sheji will definitely devote himself to this. My brother has to believe that my sister is not an ignorant person, I understand everything. It's just... thinking that my brother will dedicate everything to be a good king in the future, and my brother will never be alone again Brother, I still feel a little sad..."

What she said was both reasonable and affectionate, and Mihu's heart throbbed. The younger sister didn't know, how could he have any future, and tonight might be the last night.Mihu gently held the little hand on his lips. In the scorching summer, that hand was so cold, he put it in his heart to suppress the unbearable pain, and tears wet his eyes uncontrollably.

"Sister, it's my brother who is sorry for you!" Swallowing her throat broken, Mihu could only say so, "I will bet my life and glory on this one time, just because I am not only your brother alone, I am still the king of all the people of the Chu Kingdom, and the inheritor of Duke Chu's blood. However, I have not done well in the three most important roles..."

Mi Feng had already caught a glimpse of the armor hanging on the wall over there. She had never seen her brother wearing armor.It was the Chu Gong embroidered armor used in military parades, which was flashy and unreal, and brocade was used instead of iron.In fact, Mr. Guang and his elder brother had the impression in her heart that they were literati and romantic, and they were never insulated from the cold iron armor, and it was even more impossible to draw out the saber that was just a courtesy to charge into battle.The folk customs of the entire Chu State are like this, the tenderness is like the Jin River in spring, murmuring alluringly.But now, my brother has to deal with iron and blood. The long-time peaceful Chu State is immersed in smoke and dust. Mi Feng is not afraid, but it is difficult to control the chill that permeates his heart.

Seeing that her eyes had drifted towards the embroidered armor, Mihu also looked back. The candlelight shining on the armor reflected the complicated embroidery on the armor, which made people feel dizzy. Maybe it was because she had little rest recently, Mihu tightly He squeezed his forehead and gave a low wry smile: "Sister, do you want to see me wear armor?"

"No..." Mi Feng murmured unconsciously, his eyes were neither on the armor nor on Mihu's body, "A armor is not as good-looking as a long robe, my brother has such a charming face, it is still suitable for wearing a robe as light as a spring peach." A pink shirt."

If he had heard such words in the past, Mihu would have laughed wantonly, but today he felt sad no matter what he heard, his frowning brows trembled, and he reached out to hold Mi Feng's shoulder: "Sister, you promise me, no matter what happens , you have to live well!"

Mi Feng smiled but said nothing, Mihu was startled to realize that it was the gaze she had always given only to Jin Guang, extremely gentle.Still in a daze, Mi Feng had already broken free from his grip, stretched out his hand to take the wine he brought on the table, set aside two small cups, and said while pouring the wine: "Although you can't drink alcohol during the funeral, but brother I've been too tired for a few days, I heard that I can't sleep well, there are still two hours until Mao, there is nothing to do in between, I can take a break, a glass of wine can help sleep."

She actually bypassed such an important promise. Mihu felt that she would not be reconciled to death, so she aggravated her tone and repeated eagerly: "Sister, you promise me!"

"What's the hurry, brother? If brother falls, who else in the state of Chu can hold back?" Mi Feng said that for no reason, raised his wine glass and respected him, and seeing that he didn't respond, he stepped back and said, "Brother After drinking this glass of wine, I promise my brother."

Mihu took the wine glass suspiciously, that small glass of wine would never get drunk, even though he would know nothing after death, but he wanted his sister to give him a promise that would let him rest in peace. In exchange for a promise, it would be fine, but it happened to be the beheaded wine sent by his favorite sister.Mihu pondered for a while, then drank the wine in the glass, looked up to ask Mi Feng, but saw that Mi Feng was holding the wine and did not drink, and within a short while, there seemed to be countless figures in front of him.

Mihu shook his head, feeling very dizzy. The darkness was like a ruthless and strong hand pulling him down the abyss, unable to escape the shackles of dizziness. Holding on and refusing to fall down, the eyes staring at Mi Feng changed from panic to despair.

"Sister...you..."

He couldn't say anything, and fell headlong into Mi Feng's arms.

Putting down the cup full of wine in his hand, Mi Feng hugged his brother tightly, and a tear fell silently on Mihu's hair.

"Brother, I didn't keep Young Master Guang, but I can't help keeping you." Her voice was clear and shallow, and the pattern of embroidered armor became blurred in front of her eyes, and the firmness in her eyes could not be concealed under the tears, "You are the one It is to live well. You are a good brother, and you will be a good king in the future. My sister is also the blood of the office. If it is God's will, how can my sister survive? So even if something really happens, you don't want it, brother Blame myself, my sister is not going on behalf of my brother, but to maintain the dignity of the office, my sister must also fight side by side with my brother. In this life, I can fall in love with Mr. Guang and be pampered by my brother all the time, my sister has no regrets."

When it was almost Mao, the funeral procession had finished. Jing Yang and Mi Fu came to the closed door of the inner hall together, knocked on the door and reported nervously: "Your Majesty, the time has come."

The door of the inner hall was opened from the inside, and a man in armor came out from inside. Feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Jing Yang raised his head boldly and was taken aback.

"male……"

Before the "princess" was called out, Mi Feng glanced back. Jing Yang looked inside and saw Mihu sleeping on the couch inside.Instantly understood what had happened. Since the established plan could not be changed, no matter how shocked he was, he could only go ahead with the original plan.Mi Feng's small body was wrapped in ill-fitting embroidered armor, but fortunately the helmet was relatively large, covering her at least from a distance would not be suspected.Jing Yang hurriedly closed the palace door, wrapped a circle of white gauze around his armor, tried his best to cover his face, and winked at Mi Fu.

The princess was still able to go to die for the king, Mi Fu had been stupefied for a long time, turned around and tried to hold back his sobs, and shouted loudly: "My grandfather is going to the funeral!"

The team of white flowers gradually drifted away, submerged in the crowd and could no longer see Mi Feng's figure, the crowded crowd around the main hall had already left, Jing Yang knelt down straight in the direction where the crowd left, I bow deeply.

Crying loudly, I don't know which is fake and which is real. Mi Feng walked in the front, with an indifferent expression showing no emotion.Mi Fu followed carefully, and the forward scouts kept coming to report.

"Report—the forward of the Yizhou Army has crossed the Jin River!"

"Report——Most of the Yizhou Army has broken camp and marched!"

"Report - the vanguard of the Yizhou Army was found outside the city!"

Mi Feng didn't do anything about it, but continued to march towards the city gate at an even speed. When Mi Fu heard the report, he just waved his hand to signal to investigate again, but the people in the city who came out in full force started talking.

"Your Majesty is truly courageous, yet he still does not change to the funeral of the late Duke when the soldiers approach the city."

"Your Majesty is a filial son, and he also has the ambition to live and die with Jinghua. We should follow such a Majesty!"

"The Yizhou army is a rebel army! You still have such courage, anyone who wants to escape and surrender will be sorry for you!"

Seeing that the public opinion camp is about to be formed, the coffin of the late Duke stopped in the urn, Mi Feng climbed up the tower with the support of Mi Fu, and the people in the city spontaneously rushed to listen to the lecture.

Mi Feng nodded to Mi Fu, and Mi Fu had to cheer up and take a step forward, leaning on the battlements with one hand, overlooking the waiting people and soldiers of the Imperial Guard.

"Everyone! You must have known that the former Xiangguo rebelled, and the rebel army is now outside the city. Your Majesty came to the city without fear of danger. He wanted to speak to the people of Chu State from the bottom of his heart! I want to tell everyone in person, but I have been in grief for a long time and I am too dumb to speak, so I am here to tell everyone!"

As soon as the voice fell, the city had already knelt on the ground spontaneously, and tens of thousands of people filled the streets and alleys. Mi Fu knew that this was not the effect of the declaration, and his voice could not be transmitted to the back. It was just that the king appeared in front of everyone. It has already shown the determination of the office.

Unfolding the prepared oracle, Mi Fu read aloud: "It's not good luck for me. I was trapped by evil spirits. The Chengyou Temple was hit by such a catastrophe within ten days. The army is not strong enough, and the remote relief is difficult. Lost, I am really a widow who is negligent, and the crime is immeasurable. I know that it is useless to die, and I am willing to live and die with Jinghua, but what is the crime of Jinghua's people? I can't bear to see the souls of wronged people slaughtered. I am sending you a message. I can help the old and the young to go away. To make a living, the officials passing by must not stop you, and do not hurt any of the people!"

After reading the book, the city, which had been silent for a long time, became commotion. Everyone's emotions were easily ignited by this decree. No one wanted to leave the hometown where their ancestors lived for generations. stand aside.

"We're not leaving!" Someone stood up and shouted.

"Yes! We are all from Jinghua, from the state of Chu. We have always been favored by the government. There is neither war nor heavy service. No one with a conscience will abandon such a government!"

"We also want to live and die with Jinghua!"

Satisfied with the aroused public outrage, Mi Fu shouted an order: "Team! Keep going!"

There was movement in the Wengcheng, the city gate was wide open, facing the vanguard of the Yizhou Army who had already set up a posture at the gate, the Jinghua people spontaneously protected the coffin of the late Duke in the middle.The Yizhou army was at a loss for a while, and sent decent people to report to Mi Hua who was still on the road, but a team came out from nowhere in the oblique stab, rushed into the crowd and started hacking.

A Liu arrow hit the city wall, and the funeral procession was thrown into chaos. Mi Fu hurriedly protected Mi Feng to go down the city, but there was an arrow aimed at it, and when the arrow came, Mi Feng covered his chest and fell backwards. .

"Sister!" The chaotic voices could not distinguish between the enemy and us, but this heart-piercing call was very clear, and Mi Fu felt a flash beside him, flashing past Mihu who ran to the city desperately.