The identity of the direct son - Xu I's prosperous world

When other people's families are welcoming the new year with joy, the Zhao family is going to have a funeral.

Zhao Zhili did not attend the New Year's Day ceremony, but Ding Guohou did.

Later, when discussing the funeral for Yang Qinxuan, the Zhao family meant that it would be fine to bury it casually, but Zhao Zhili requested that Yang Qinxuan be buried according to the specifications of the wife of the eldest son.

Because of this, on the night of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Marquis Dingguo called Zhao Zhili to scold him.

"Wu Wang's rebellion is a thorn in the emperor's mind. In addition, this year the emperor got married and took charge of the government. Our family let him commit crimes during the Spring Festival, and buried the criminal woman according to the specifications of the wife of the son. What a matter."

Zhao Zhili put on a serious face, "I mean, let the burial be according to the specifications of the wife of the prince, but not according to the specifications of the princess. Isn't this the right thing to do?"

Ding Guohou's face darkened to the bottom, "You deliberately rebelled against me, didn't you?"

Zhao Zhili looked at him, "It's my wife. Let her be buried according to Mrs. Shizi's specifications. Why is it rebelling against you?"

Dingguohou said categorically, "That's not acceptable. Just bury it at will. If you were buried according to the wife's specifications, you would have to stay for five to seven thirty-five days. You would have to invite the eminent monks from Zhenguo Temple and inform your relatives and friends. But your daughter-in-law It's a body of guilt, and it's not suitable for anyone to pay attention to her now. Our family is already on the cusp, shouldn't you think about it. "

Zhao Zhili frowned and said nothing, thinking that it was these people who used her as a tool to marry her back then, and they were the ones who drove her to death. Now that she is dead, it is impossible for her to have a good funeral.

Marquis Dingguo walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Okay, don't be stubborn. Let's do it simply. This pair of princesses, you, and the Houfu can only be good." .”

Zhao Zhili sneered, turned around and left without saying a word.

Marquis Dingguo frowned and looked at his back, feeling that the older Zhao Zhili was, the less he would be taken seriously, and he was used to being lawless.

Distraught, Zhao Zhili went to Dexin Courtyard to see Yang Qinxuan who had not yet been coffined. Yang Qinxuan's left wrist had already been bandaged, and several bracelets were worn on it. Her body was covered with a white cloth, and only this wrist was still exposed.

Because Dexin Courtyard put out the fire in time, only the kitchen yard burned down, and the main courtyard was not affected, so Yang Qinxuan was placed here.

Zhao Zhili walked to Yang Qinxuan's side, put her left hand away, and covered her with a white cloth.

Speaking of which, Zhao Zhili had never touched her like this before, the one skin-to-skin kiss that Yang Qinxuan had had was when Yang Qinxuan got him drunk with wine and drugged him. After being angry for a long time, Yang Qinxuan scratched Xiaolingxian's face and broke his hamstring, and he also caused Yang Qinxuan to have a miscarriage. .

Zhao Zhili was too unfamiliar with his first wife, he only had one impression of her, that was her arrogance, savagery and viciousness, and he didn't want to know more about her.

Now that Yang Qinxuan was no longer angry and was lying on the bed, Zhao Zhili wanted to take a good look at her.

He removed the cloth from her face, and she was so well made up that she didn't look like she was dead, but just asleep.

Speaking of which, the look on her face was calm, and she did not die with regret. Perhaps, this was a relief for her.

Zhao Zhili thought, although what he wanted was to let Yang Qinxuan live a peaceful and stable life of confinement, but with Yang Qinxuan's arrogant and uncompromising character, she was definitely not willing, she would rather choose death so resolutely.

Thinking of Yang Qinxuan asking him to accompany her for a night, Zhao Zhili felt that she might have thought about dying a long time ago, but he didn't understand her thoughts and didn't fulfill her last wish.

Zhao Zhili touched Yang Qinxuan's cold and stiff face with his fingers, and then covered the white cloth again.

Because the specifications for Yang Qinxuan's burial have not been determined before, so even the coffin has not been finalized.

Zhao Zhili went out, and said to the maidservants and the woman in charge who were guarding outside, "Take care of me well, if there are people who are lazy and fail to do well in this last matter, then I'll go directly to guard the tomb for the rest of my life."

His eyes were so cold that the maids and mother-in-law were all terrified, and quickly knelt down to accept their orders.

Zhao Zhili went to find Marquis Dingguo again, and said, "Then let's bury it with common people's ceremonies, but, no matter what, you have to stop for seven days, and use the nanmu left over from the grandmother's coffin. I know that wood is Enough. Otherwise, I will go to the emperor to ask him to agree to bury her according to the specifications of the wife of the prince of the Marquis."

Ding Guohou knew that his son was a single-minded person, he could do what he said, so he had no choice but to accept his threat, so he had no choice but to agree.

So the Hou's Mansion kept silent, and Yang Qinxuan's funeral was held in Dexin Courtyard, while the front yard and Liufang Garden still entertained the guests who came to visit during the Spring Festival.

Yang Qinxuan's funeral was held so quietly. The coffin had actually been there a long time ago. The wood left over from the old lady's coffin was then made into a coffin. The paint was painted every year. It was prepared by Ding Guohou for himself. Yes, I always knew that there was a horse leather shroud in the battlefield, but now, this coffin was given to my daughter-in-law.

Early in the morning on the eighth day of the eighth day, the Marquis of Dingguo's Mansion carried out the coffin from the side door, loaded it in a four-horse carriage, and sent the coffin out of the west gate. Yang Qinxuan was buried in the family cemetery.

Zhao Zhili was the only one who followed the whole process. He rode on the horse and sent his first wife out of the city to be buried with a blank mind.

Back from Xishan, he didn't go home directly, he was so depressed that he couldn't think about anything, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he went directly to the gate of Jifu.

It was already night at this time, two big lanterns were lit in front of the gate of Ji Mansion, Zhao Zhili did not go up to knock on the door, but the concierge sent the guests out, he was very surprised when he saw Zhao Zhili riding on a tall horse, and asked, Zhao Zhili He replied, "I'm looking for your son Ji Junqing, is he here?"

The concierge said, "The young master is here, let the young one go in and report."

Zhao Zhili had almost never been to Ji's mansion, and the concierge didn't know him, but seeing the horse he was riding, although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, but had an extraordinary bearing, he knew that this man should be treated favorably, so he invited Zhao Zhili in.

Ji Heng's body has recovered a lot, but Xu Shi still doesn't let him go out, only let him rest in the house.

Longan entered the room and said to Ji Heng who was sitting on the kang flipping a book, "Master, just now I came to report that a young master surnamed Zhao came to visit you."

Ji Heng was stunned for a moment, even Lizhi, who was serving Ji Heng's tea, was stunned for a moment, and said, "Why come to visit so late."

Ji Heng asked, "Didn't you say your name?"

Longan said, "There is no greeting card, but it is said that his name is Ji Yong."

Ji Heng was even more taken aback, and quickly said, "It must be something important for him to visit so late, please come in quickly."

Longan went out, and Lizhi said, "Master, do you want to change your clothes?"

Ji Heng looked at the clothes he was wearing casually, and wanted to change into something more solemn, but in the end he gave up, "That's it, he's just a casual person anyway."

Zhao Zhili was quickly invited in, and Ji Heng was very surprised to see that the always high-spirited Prince Zhao was dressed in civilian clothes, with a filial scarf tied on his head, haggard and panicked.

When Zhao Zhili saw Ji Heng casually leaning on the kang and the pillow, for some reason, his tightly gripped heart relaxed.

Seeing him like this, Ji Heng quickly got off the kang, put on cotton slippers, walked up to Zhao Zhili, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you? Who passed away?"

Zhao Zhili shook his head, not knowing what to say or what to say.

Ji Heng had no choice but to stop asking, and quickly pulled him to sit on the kang, because he touched Zhao Zhili's hand, and found that his hand was cold, so he asked again, "Look at you, you haven't eaten, have you?"

Zhao Zhili sat down on the kang and nodded his head.

Ji Heng said to Li Zhi, "Go and prepare some food, as well as hot water, towels, and handkerchiefs."

Lychee has always been too extroverted and lively, but since she is liked by Ji Heng, she must have something to offer. She knows how to wink, so she hurriedly prepared it. Not only did she get someone to prepare something to eat, but she also mentioned something to nourish her. To warm her stomach, she asked the little maid outside to prepare hot water towels, and even brought soft slippers and cotton socks, because she saw that Zhao Zhili's boots were covered with mud, and it was cold inside the shoes.

Zhao Zhili sat on the kang, pulled off the filial scarf on his head, and washed his face and hands in the copper basin carried by the servant girl. When Lizhi put the wooden bucket for soaking his feet in front of him, he was stunned for a moment. , but soon let Lizhi take off his shoes and soak his feet for him.

Ji Heng leaned on the pillow, just looked at him and didn't speak.

After Zhao Zhili tidied up, sat on the kang again, and had dinner at the small table on the kang, Ji Heng asked, "You look like you haven't slept for a few days. What's wrong with you? Who passed away."

Zhao Zhili still didn't answer while eating, he just said, "I'll stay at your house for one night, can I stay here with you?"