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The morning bell was far away, as if it came from the sky. At the foot of the mountain, Ji Mo looked up and seemed to be able to see the cornice of the Taoist temple hidden in the mountains and forests. The wind blew the bell.

Holding the painting scroll in his arms, Ji Mo quickened his pace. It was rare for him to come so early, but he stayed up late yesterday to paint, and he didn't feel sleepy after painting all night. Looking at the dawn of the sky, he simply took the painting scroll he just painted Come over and let Wang Zichu give advice.

The inspiration came, and he couldn't stop it. So far, he felt that he painted the best yesterday. Although it was the result of hard training, it also made people feel gratified, and he still paid off the hard work.

I don't know what advice Wang Zichu can give after reading it.

There is some pride hidden in my heart, if I can be praised a few times, even if it is an ordinary compliment, it is also worthy of joy.

When I climbed halfway up the mountain, the Taoist temple was already in front of me. The door opened early was not to welcome visitors, but... a white color from the inside to the outside, and Xiao Daotong came out with a white cloth tied around his waist. After being startled, he recognized him as a regular visitor of the Taoist temple, and handed him a white cloth strip.

Nowadays, white is often used in funerals, Ji Mo was surprised: "This is..."

"Brother Changhe, who lives in this view, became immortal yesterday..."

Taoists call death "emergence" and "emergence into immortality". Pupas become insects, butterflies and flies, humans become immortals, and wings fly.

There was a "hum" in his head, if the aftermath of the bell's vibration appeared at this moment, Ji Mo's hand stopped, and the white cloth strip that was about to fall into his hand fell straight to the ground. He ignored the white cloth and walked inside quickly, Wang Zichu The guest yard, he knows, he often goes, he...

Mr. Xuan Yang is standing in front of the courtyard. In the courtyard, those guards and a few Taoist boys are doing some things. The whole courtyard is white, like a layer of frost and snow. with distinction.

"Sir, Master, he..."

When Ji Mo saw Mr. Xuanyang, his face was happy at first, as if he wanted to ask someone for proof, but seeing the other person's eyes were dark, and there was a sense of surprise in his speech, he didn't care to ask any more, and hurried into the courtyard. Among the crowd, those who knew his identity didn't stop him, and those who didn't know his identity dared not stop him when they saw him being so aggressive, but let him rush directly into the room.

Prince Chu Fangruo, who had already been tidied up, was sleeping peacefully, with his hands folded on his abdomen. The Taoist robe on his body should have been extraordinarily chic, but at this moment it seemed frozen and rigid.

There were still people in the room cleaning up the surrounding debris, and they didn't stop because Ji Mo entered. Ji Mo rushed to the bedside, first tested his breath, then felt the pulse of his neck, and finally pulled the already stiff and stiff neck. His hands felt icy cold, and he didn't know what to do all of a sudden.

The coffin had already been transported into the room. In the middle hall, a lot of ice cubes were placed under the bed boards including the coffin.

There was no injury on his body, nor did his face change color or bleed, and he couldn't see how he got there. Ji Mo took his hand, but after a while, he was pulled away by Mr. Xuan Yang, "A teacher for a day, a father for life. He only has you as his disciple, so you should be a filial son and give him a ride."

Those who become monks don't care about these things at all, but Mr. Xuan Yang feels uncomfortable and refuses to wrong his nephew at the funeral.

"……it is good."

Ji Mo didn't refuse. When he got up, the picture scroll fell and spread out directly. The scenery above the clouds is extraordinarily moving. There is a faint halo in the sky, or the sunrise and dawn, or the future, who knows the fairy in the sky, the lovely scenery in the world .

This painting was supposed to be shown to Wang Zichu, but now, with his eyes closed, he couldn't see it.

Ji Mo hurriedly took a scroll of the painting, picked it up again, put it down again, and put it in Wang Zichu's palms together, in front of him, "I want to show Master this painting."

"Then let's put it in the coffin together."

With a word from Mr. Xuan Yang, two guards lifted the bed board one after the other and placed Wang Zichu in the coffin. Eyes with thousands of emotions, but they will never open to see people again.

"Master, how did he...meet you yesterday, and he was fine..."

Looking at Wang Zichu's remains, Ji Mo was puzzled, why did it happen so suddenly?He is still so young, his paintings are not yet known to the public, he...

There are too many reasons not to die, including that the old affairs of the Wang family are over, he should have a better tomorrow, enjoy the fragrance brought by freedom to the fullest, why, why...

It should not have been murdered, otherwise Mr. Xuanyang would not be so calm, so, could it be that the stepmother of the royal family was unwilling to reconcile and murdered again?

After all, the Wang family refused to let their own affairs become a joke, and all they knew about the follow-up treatment was that Wang Zichu got a fortune and ended this relationship.Needless to say, the two successor families of the Wang family, the eldest son's successor family, since she died by accident, it is considered a deal.The royal father's stepwife, that woman who is not too stupid, has her own son, who is still relatively good. is dead, but there is no successor.

The successor who was supposed to be locked up in the nunnery until she died, because she gave birth to a good son, got the freedom to live, and was not abandoned and went home. In name, she is still the successor of the prince's father, even though her reputation has been ruined. As far as her son is concerned, the origin of the Wang family is still there.

And once the prince's father died, he might have been criticized by rumors, and the stepson, who was so humiliated, got some attention instead, and the treatment seemed to return to the way it was before.

Is it these people?Slow down to get revenge?

Another insider trick?Poisoned?

Thinking in his heart, Ji Mo looked persistently at Mr. Xuanyang, asking for an answer. This Mr. Xuanyang had poisoned Wang Zichu once before. , fell twice in a pit again.

Mr. Xuan Yang seemed to see what he was thinking, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's Tunjin. ——You saw him yesterday, did you see anything wrong?"

"No, not, it seems, nothing."

Ji Mo tried his best to recall, he didn't come as early yesterday as today, and he didn't see anything at that time, so, what tricks did the Wang family really use?

"Master's mind is sensitive, and I'm afraid that people's words are scary."

There is an inference in my heart, and there is no mercy in Ji Mo's words. Those people, if they are really those people... Wang Zichu's performance yesterday, and the unhappy look before coming to the capital, there seems to be something wrong, but At this moment, Ji Mo was so angry that he couldn't think about it.

The members of the Wang family have the face to ask Wang Zichu to be buried with his father?

Mr. Xuan Yang and Ji Mo looked at each other, and they seemed to feel the same feeling in their eyes. The light spots that turned into anger were on the verge of breaking out. Both of them needed to find an outlet for their sadness and anger, and they needed to find an object of revenge.

The Wang family, that is.

Compared with revenge, funerals can be appropriately simplified. Neither Mr. Xuanyang nor Ji Mo value funerals. Funerals are just comforting the living and bringing an end to the life of the dead. Through this ceremony Feelings allow people to accept this passing, but the real important thing is not to die in vain.

Do not please those who harm others.

Originally, the death of the prince's father put the scandal in the Wang family to rest for a while, and no one talked about it for a while. After a while, it might be gradually forgotten, so as not to delay the wedding and funeral of the Wang family.

But now, Wang Zichu's death is vaguely said to be forced to death by the Wang family, and the death of the king's father is the premise. It is not that no one knows about the recovery of the treatment of the step-son's son. In this way, the biggest benefit The biggest winner is undoubtedly the step-wife and his son.

Even if the son also belonged to the Wang family, in order to preserve the reputation of the Wang family, the two had to be separated, because the second wife had time to spare, and the son must have harmful means.

Ji Mo didn't participate in this period of revenge. He was too young. Mr. Xuan Yang didn't need to show up, and he took care of everything. The Wang family couldn't argue with each other, even if they wanted to find someone to reason with, what could they say?Wang Zichu is dead, and he is suspected of being forced to death. If the Wang family wants to say that it has nothing to do with him, it seems to be shirking responsibility.

I don't know how the stepmother in the nunnery reacted when she heard about this incident. It is said that she also died, as if she was hanged. His eyes were red, and he actually made a big funeral. After being subdued, it seemed that he had been convicted of the crime. Everyone was dead, but he was forced to face him. It was truly abominable.

How can you be so careless about life and death?

"I didn't do it, it wasn't my mother's doing, you guys, how could you be like this... He is dead, so you have to force us to die? An unfilial son who forced his father to death should die early!"

There is resentment, grievance and resentment in the red eyes, the big pot is falling from the sky, it is rare to justify, how old is Wang Zichu, he is younger than Wang Zichu, and he is just a young and impulsive person, but these words have passed.

Ji Mo raised his eyes angrily at this remark, and walked in front of Wang Jiazi who had been pinned to the ground by two guards. To this day, he still doesn't know the name of the other party, and he doesn't need to know.

"Slap", a loud slap was thrown on the other party's face, and Wang Jiazi, who was crushed to kneel on the ground, was in front of Wang Zichu's coffin, "Kowtow! Apology!" Ji Mo pressed his head to the ground, The other party was so stubborn that he refused to bow his head and kowtow to him, Ji Mo was so weak that he couldn't do anything about it for a while.

The two were at a stalemate, and Ji Mo was about to get angry, when Mr. Xuan Yang came from the side, took Ji Mo's hand, without his effort, and said indifferently: "Not only refuses to apologize, but also is so rude, small punishment, big warning, Break his hands."

Following his order, the two guards directly twisted Wang Jiazi's shoulders and twisted their joints deeply. With each other's screams, the funeral continued, and the coffin passed over the collapsed Wang Jiazi's head and continued on. OK.

Ji Moban was walking by the side of the coffin, and he still felt shortness of breath in his chest. He had never done anything wrong with Prince Chu, how could he be insulted and treated like this, he was not a person like him, he was not... it seemed What can no longer be announced, one by one, all the details flashed in the mind like a lantern, and the coherent fault was his, Mr. Xuanyang's, but not Wang Zichu's.

I was wrong, I was wrong, but it was too late, if I knew he was like this, why... why did I come to this capital?The justice that comes from revenge is insignificant again compared to his life.