The happy life of the devil and the devil

The funeral rites in Hudi are not the same as in China.

That's not to say they didn't have funeral rites.Ling Yucheng once read from history books that they usually hang the corpse on the tree. After three years, the bones are recovered and cremated, and the cremated remains are buried in Montenegro—that is, the annual winter solstice ceremony, where Yuan Shao leads civil and military officials Look to the north to worship the mountain.They will not seal or tree, and they will not mourn for three years like the Central Plains people, but they will face with a knife, blood and tears...

Back then, when Yu Xia hadn't moved south, a concubine princess who was sent to the grassland was also forced to face her husband with a knife at her husband's funeral. .

After Yu Xia moved to the south, the Tie Le tribe occupied the Central Plains, and the etiquette and customs were gradually influenced by the Central Plains.Cremation has become a burial, and the body will not be hung on a tree for three years in advance. There will be a mausoleum like the Central Plains, and the filial piety system will be obeyed like the Central Plains people.The Xi clan living on the grasslands, especially the upper-class nobles of the Xi clan, also have customs closer to the Tiele clan, so what Ling Yucheng saw was the white prince Xi who was kneeling and weeping like a filial piety. ladies.

The snow in the four fields was deep and deep, but in front of the king's tent, it was untenably hot.The big witch with a bare upper body, a messy bone ring and long teeth is holding a tambourine, and his face is painted so hard that he can't see his true colors. He is dancing and singing in front of the king's tent. Sprinkle in the fire.Every time you raise your hand, there will be a strange spark of blue or white, or blue or green.

Twelve wizards dressed in simpler clothes followed behind the big witch, jumping up and down with great joy.Further back, there are witches with still childish faces, carrying long wooden frames in groups of four, pouring one thing after another into the tents that have already been set up in front of the tent. fire.

"A set of armor for the king to use in battle—"

"A pair of the king's usual saddles—"

"A roll of the King's favorite tapestry—"

The ritual officer was sweating and sang hoarsely by the fire.When Ling Yucheng arrived with Yuan Shao, the burning ceremony had been going on for several hours, and the ceremony official standing by the fire was changed to the third one, and the voice of this one was too hoarse.

Even though he deliberately walked over from the upper air outlet, Ling Yucheng resisted so much that he didn't frown—most of the clothes outside the fortress were made of fur, and by this time, the scene was completely scorched and smelly.The white snow was covered with a thick layer of black ash. Around the fire, flakes of black flakes kept falling down with the wind, hitting people's clothes and faces one after another.

The filial sons and filial daughters in front of the spirit, their white robes have long been stained black and white, and even their faces are not spared.Seeing Yuan Shao come in, the cry suddenly became louder, and everyone scrambled to knock their foreheads on the ground.Yuan Shao sighed, and helped up Prince Xi's son first, and after a few words of comfort, he was interrupted by a particularly sharp scream from behind.

"what--"

In the low tone of the horn trombone, the ceremonial officer's chanting voice was raised again:

"My Majesty's favorite beauty——"

Ling Yucheng quickly turned his head and took a look.At this moment, the four witches walked up to the high platform beside the fire, and dumped the wooden frame carried on their shoulders down.What fell into the fire was a large roll of felt blankets, long for one person, and at the same time as it fell straight down, thousands of strands of black hair rose high above the felt roll, and quickly burned under the licking of the flames...

Then, as the screams gradually faded, they quickly turned to ashes, no longer the bright luster just now.

Sacrifice...

It's just that concubine Ji is not bad. In the past history books, I even saw the record of the queen throwing herself into the fire...

Turning his head and looking around, Ling Yucheng didn't see any reaction to such a death.Those on duty are still on duty, those who cry are still crying, and the wizards who are singing and dancing are still continuing with the work just now.

But next, King Xi's beloved mount was slaughtered on the spot, and when it was pushed into the fire, more than one person had a look of pity on their faces.

This funeral ceremony lasted for three full days.Previously, when King Xi was critically ill, the news spread to all directions. By this time, not only King Xi’s direct territories, but also the subordinates of General Fei Xiong and General Baotao were constantly coming, and the gifts brought by all parties were also constantly coming. was thrown into the fire.

For three days and three nights, the fire never went out, and the mourning never stopped.

Such funerals are extremely exhausting.Prince Xi's son was dragged in front of the mourning hall from beginning to end, knelt and kowtowed in return, and could only take a quick nap in the mourning hall when he was sleepy.His brothers, sisters, nephews and nephews could take a break in shifts, but as for the servants, etc., it was much easier. The masters went in to cry, and when they were resting outside, they were still in the mood to gossip.

Relatives or Yu Bei, others have also sang.

No way.

From the back of the king's tent, three or four large tents pass, which are small tents connected in a row.King Xi's sons, sons and daughters, and even the grandsons of each king and King Xi's grandsons, everyone has at least three or four, as many as a dozen servants waiting to serve the master all the time. Need a few extra tents.

The only exception was Baren, the blue-eyed boy who had just been pulled out of the dust.

Since his biological mother died of illness, only his grandmother and granddaughter, Ayi Duo, who has always been dependent on him, have been with him.It was impossible for Lei Yong to send someone from the Jinwu Guard to serve him, and the son of King Xi was dragged before the coffin, and he never thought of sending some more people to his cheap brother.In the most remote small tent, only Ayiduo was guarding, lighting the fire and adding charcoal, serving tea and water, so that he could take a rest when he came back from watching the grown-up Barener.

The fire went out again.Aida poked the dim ashes in the brazier, and sighed faintly.The tent of Prince Xi's son was as warm as spring. Even if the son never came back, there was still the best white charcoal burning day and night, and there was no smoke.But when it was Barenel's turn to tent, there was only a pitiful amount of black charcoal and a small pile of dried horse manure...

Even so, it burnt out quickly.

Getting up and walking to the door of the tent, Ayiduo listened to the crying in front of her, and decided to ask for some charcoal.Hurry up and go back, you should be able to catch Barenel back.In such a cold day, at least, let him drink a sip of hot water.

"Ah yo!"

Holding a small basket of black charcoal that he had so hard to beg for, the preoccupied Ayiduo lowered his head and sprinted away. Suddenly, he collided head-on with a person.Even the person with the basket fell onto the snow, before he could see who it was, the obvious charcoal marks on the chest of the opposite person came into view.

"Bold servant girl!"

The one who collided with Ayiduo was the eldest son of King Xi's son.

In terms of age, Prince Xi's son is older than Yuan Shao.But firstly, Prince Xi's son was not so spirited, and he let the women around him have children at the age of thirteen or fourteen; secondly, the concubine Shizi was a fierce girl, and before she had a son, no vixen around him was allowed to have children.Even if they were born secretly, daughters are fine, boys count as one, and they are all sent to Montenegro to meet the gods.

This kind of back and forth delays time, so that the eldest son of King Xi, the eldest son, is a few years younger than the prince, and he is only fifteen or sixteen years old.Or because she offended the gods with too much means before, the next few births of the concubine were either daughters, or they were not raised at all. After ten years of tossing, there is only such a son left under her knees.

In this way, it is conceivable how favored the little Wang Sun is. If he wants to have King Xi's white beard, he will never give one that is half black and not white.Fifteen or sixteen year old boys are just at the time when they are lawless. After three days of kneeling and mourning, they are so restrained that they will be kicked at any stone on the side of the road. How can a big living person be bumped into him?

Seeing the girl fell into the snow, Xiao Wangsun glanced sideways, and the word "beat" was already on the tip of his tongue.If it's a guard who doesn't have eyesight, even if it's an unfavored cousin, he will hit him if he hits him, and he will kill him.The majestic king and grandson, the future His Royal Highness King Xi, why can't you afford to kill someone?

However, at a glance, it was a young girl who rolled down in the snow. Leaving aside her appearance, she only had a pair of terrified eyes that were full of moisture, and she had a charming and charming flavor. Seven or eight points of her anger disappeared immediately. One step later, he actually wanted to reach out and pull.

If the master is like this, the followers who follow naturally wink, and put down their raised fists, forming a circle in twos and threes, surrounding the girl in the middle.Ayiduo screamed, but there was nowhere to hide, so she had to hug the charcoal basket tightly to her chest and curled up into a ball as hard as she could.Little Wangsun touched the edge of the basket with his outstretched fingers, and frowned involuntarily when he saw a bit of charcoal rubbed against by his fingertips.

"Why, I'm so kind to pull you, so you treat me like this?" Little Wangsun took another step with a dark face, "I've rubbed my clothes all over the place, how do you pay for it? Come here, and wipe it clean!"

"Slave, slave..."

In just one sentence, the charcoal basket was snatched away.Ayi Duo scratched her bare hands covered in charcoal dust, and tears rolled in her eyes. In the end, she knelt down and kowtowed, grabbed a few handfuls of snow on the spot, endured the biting cold and rubbed it with snow water Clean palms.Carefully approaching, the fingertips have not touched the front of Xiao Wangsun, the collar has been grabbed firmly.

"How dare you touch Grandpa with such dirty hands? Wipe it with your clothes!"

There was a muffled uproar.Even though it was the time of mourning, no one dared to laugh, but someone still teased him: "Master, my little one sees that her clothes are also dirty - why don't you just let her lick them clean for you?"

"That's a good idea!"

"Anyway, she should learn..."

The cheek was almost pressed to the man's chest, Ayiduo struggled desperately, but how could he overcome the man's strength?What's more, there were at least seven or eight people around, and the noise came one after another, and every sentence made her feel ashamed.When the embarrassment reached the extreme, she finally yelled out:

"Stop, stop! I belong to Master Ballener!"

Barrell?

The hand pulling the girl's skirt didn't stop.Little Wangsun glanced sideways, and immediately someone answered, "The one with the blue eyes..."

Before the word "bastard" could be uttered, a roar suddenly sounded from beside him!

Roaring like a lone wolf, like a wounded leopard.Accompanied by the roar, Xiao Wangsun seemed to have received a heavy hammer in his ribs, and fell heavily to the side.The girl's soft body has been pushed out of her embrace, replaced by a fist that is getting bigger and bigger in sight...

And, those blue eyes, burning with rage.

"Sister, run! Run!"

While shouting, Barenel tightly held the little Wangsun who was a full head taller than him, and punched him with the other fist one after another.No matter how the people around pulled and beat them, the two of them were still tumbling and entangled.Although Xiao Wangsun practiced martial arts since he was a child, he was not familiar with such street fighting tricks at all, and he couldn't get rid of them for a while.In desperation, he also punched Baren in the face, followed by punching and kicking, and smashed down hard with all his strength.

The uproar grew louder.When the crying people in front were startled and followed the sound, what they saw was a bruised face, swollen clothes, and two tubes of nosebleeds, one big and one small, still hanging on their faces.

"...So, just three days after the grandfather died, your son raped his uncle's maid and beat his uncle like this?"

Prince Xi didn't dare to say a word, he just kowtowed again and again.Yuan Shao rubbed his forehead with one hand, his face was full of tiredness, he watched his forehead turn from red to green, from blue to purple, and then he sighed leisurely:

"In this way, how can I safely hand over Xidi to him in the future. ——Forget it, your son is growing up, let him work as a guard in the Jinwu Guard, and I will spend a little time teaching him for a few years! "

Prince Xi suddenly raised his head.However, facing Shang Yuanshao's sharp eyes, he didn't dare to argue even a single word.

It is a common thing, even a kind of honor, for noble children to serve as Yuan Shao's personal bodyguard.Prince Xi's son also came from this road back then, but sending his son out at this time, he always felt gross...

Not to mention protons and non-protons, there is still that kid's uncle in the Jinwu Guard, who has made enemies with him...

"His Majesty……"

He opened his mouth, and just as he uttered a word, Yuan Shao let out another heavy sigh.

"Your father just passed away, and his son was bullied like this. Sigh, I have been friends with your father for decades, and I really can't bear to see that his sons don't even have a place to eat..."

The author has something to say: Xiaoling: Actually, I am looking forward to seeing them marinate the corpse and hang it on the tree...Ah!It stinks!

Your Majesty: What are you thinking! 100 years ago!

Hostages are always useful...

ps: There are so few book reviews, I'm not happy...