Jiaohua

Chapter 1150 Funeral Queue
The dawn is approaching, and the pale white light rises on the land in the east.

Xia Zhaoyi led the horse and stopped by the stone bridge. The lights in front of her were brightly lit. People from every household came out and stood restlessly outside their own house, and many people were running around.

Behind Xia Zhaoyi, the sound of the wind and the sound of the water roared in the sky and the earth together.

After a long time, several middle-aged men ran up to her: "Miss Ali, I have asked all over the place, and those families with girls have not lost any of them!"

Xia Zhaoyi's beautiful face was cold and indifferent under the morning light: "Are you sure? But as I said, I saw it with my own eyes?"

Another man said: "I know all the people in this area. I went through them one by one, and I really didn't miss them!"

"Then when I came over, you were shouting outside to catch thieves, but someone lost something?"

"No," the leading man shook his head, "It was a woman who yelled to catch the thief, or she was crying, and we ran out."

Xia Zhaoyi lowered his eyebrows, leaned slightly, and said, "Go back to sleep."

She turned around and got on the horse, and drove the horse away.

The earth's water is rushing, coming continuously from the Dianqing River. Xia Zhaoyi walked down the river embankment. More and more people got up early, sweeping water, carrying burdens, grinding tofu, because she was riding a horse, Many eyes looked at her.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at them as he walked, and turned his eyes from time to time to look at the houses on both sides of the bank.

As the morning light became brighter and brighter, the visibility of the field of vision also increased. Suddenly, Xia Zhaoyi reined in the reins, and his eyes fell on a stone pier.

She dismounted from the horse and picked up a piece of rag beside the stone pier. The rag was about the size of a palm, and it was stained with blood. The blood was not completely black, but judging from the color of the blood, it was within two hours.

Xia Zhaoyi took out the small oil ball lamp, and soon found a bloodstain on the ground.

She stretched out her hand to pull the rein behind her, holding a small oil ball lamp in one hand, and followed along the road.

The bluestone slabs are uneven, with water-logged low-lying areas and slightly higher terrain. Xia Zhaoyi found bloodstains and faint footprints on several flat stones and mud outside the slates.

The pace is chaotic, there are a few places where it seems to stay in place and walk slowly, and there are a few places where the distance between the footprints is uneven.

Based on these traces, it can be seen that the owner of the footprints was injured and exhausted, and that the injury was definitely on the right leg, which is exactly the same as what Wang Fengnian said about Chuzheng being injured.

Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums sounded in the distance.

Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyes and looked, the distance was a little far away, about one mile.

The sound of gongs and drums shook the sky, mourning and joy, accompanied by the wailing of several women.

Xia Zhaoyi thought for a while, then led the horse towards the source of the sound.

Neighbors who heard the mourning all gathered around, and those who hadn't woken up opened their windows one after another and looked down.

According to Hengxiang's funeral custom, the coffin must be carried out of the city before the hour of the hour.The funeral of this family is not small, and there are two bands before and after.In the tear-jerking vocal music, the paper money was raised all the way and spread all over the ground.

Xia Zhaoyi doesn't like the bustle, but the bustle can make people hide in it.

She tried her best to capture every face in her eyes, but unfortunately the mess of paper money really interfered with her sight.

After the funeral procession had gone away, and the mourning and joy gradually faded away, the voices of passers-by on both sides could be heard.

"Where did you bring it out? I didn't hear the sound just now."

"Yes, it seems to have popped up all of a sudden."

"Hey, do you know which family this is from? Why are they so unfamiliar, it seems like I have never seen it before."

"I haven't seen it either, I thought you knew."

……

Xia Zhaoyi stood behind the crowd and listened for a while, then led the horse to look for the place where the mourning and music came from.

I inquired with many people along the way, and found an open space along the way, but no one knew where the coffin was carried out.

A big banyan tree was planted next to the open space, and Xia Zhaoyi found blood stains on the soil under the banyan tree.

Judging by the appearance of the bloodstains, Chuzheng had stayed here before.

Xia Zhaoyi got up, looked towards the direction where Ai Le left, and counted lightly with his slender fingers.

All her hexagrams are only for good or bad luck, and she rarely leads them as guides, but this time, she is determined to obey.

Xia Zhaoyi tugged on the reins lightly, lightly mounted the horse, and chased in the direction of Ai Le.

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"What?" Du Xuan, who had just returned to Qingyue Pavilion, said in surprise, "The young master didn't come back, Wu Shaoning didn't come back, Wei Dongyou didn't come back, Zhu Chang didn't come back either?"

Dai Yu frowned: "I still want to ask you, didn't you go with the young master?"

"The young master said to go to the yamen, so he left a long time ago."

"What is the young master going to the yamen for?"

"Look for Ali."

Dai Yu raised his head and looked at the sky: "It's so early, don't talk about going to the yamen, it's time to go to the Chen family's ancestral hall outside the city..."

"Master, I'm not worried," Du Xuan said nervously, "Wu Shaoning and the others, how long has it been... they haven't returned yet."

"Hou Rui didn't come back either." Dai Yu said.

The more Du Xuan thought about it, the more uncomfortable he looked at Ye Zheng and the others: "Go and rest first, I'll send someone to the yamen to talk to the young master."

"Hey, let me go!" Dai Yu shouted, "I fell asleep anyway, you all go to rest!"

After speaking, he walked away quickly.

Du Xuan watched his back leave, his heart fluttered, and he didn't even want to sleep.

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The paper money was flying all over the sky, and when it landed, it was stuck to the wet ground, and then stepped on by the footprints of passing pedestrians, making this winding road out of the city muddy and muddy.

No matter red or white, as long as there are gongs and drums, the roadside is always full of people.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the funeral procession carried the coffin and slowly left Hengxiang.

Xia Zhaoyi didn't follow closely, the farther the distance was, the more clearly she could see how many people were in the funeral procession and whether they had left.

After leaving the city, the long line kept going south, and many people also surrounded the suburbs of the city.

The women who had cried all the way in the city, their tears had dried up now, their voices had become hoarse, and they were walking wearily.

The men who were hired to raise the flags were also tired. In this case, they were allowed to hang their arms temporarily.

Those who played the mourning music also put down the instruments they had carried all the way.

It's paper money, and no one spills it.

When approaching Ruan's house, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around, and a group of people appeared, and the long line gradually stopped.

This group of people was headed by a woman in her forties, she was not tall, she was wearing sackcloth, her face was mournful, and her whole body was cold.

She walked slowly to the coffin, stroked the coffin with her fingers, and slowly slid over the coffin lid.

A young man behind the woman called out worriedly: "Auntie..."

"I'm fine," the woman said.

The voice was too flat, and although the face was mourning, there were no tears.

After a while, the woman said again: "Except for those who raise the flags and throw paper money, let everyone else go."

"Ah."

Chen Yunqi tightly held the small bamboo basket with a little paper money left, and looked at Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng was expressionless, and the wound was bleeding from the long walk, which didn't make her frown halfway.

The people behind the woman came over at this moment and took over to carry the coffin. The woman also walked beside the coffin and said coldly: "Paper money."

(End of this chapter)