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Chapter 360 Xinzhou Monument
Due to heavy snow blocking the road, the news of Qinzhong County did not spread to the outside world.

The only remaining county magistrate in the county, braved the howling blizzard, walked to the Xinzhou government office on foot, knelt down at the door, and cried that Duke Yang had passed away.

This news is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Xinzhou, which is swaying in the disaster. There are only two prefects in Xinzhou Xinli. , At a loss, they didn't have time to think about it, they were still dispatching the disaster relief work in the entire new state.

They could only interrupt the tears frozen by the cold winter, and continued to devote themselves to disaster relief.

The county magistrate returned to the county seat, but he didn't dare to move Yanggong's corpses without permission. However, their corpses were not covered up. Every day, people spontaneously came to clean up the surrounding snow for Yanggong. An altar was placed in front of Duke Yang, and the only remaining food and meat were placed on it, and worshiped day and night. The county magistrate anxiously waited for the officials to come, and he waited for seven or eight days in a row.

Fortunately, the wind and snow were extremely severe, and Duke Yang's body hadn't rotted and smelled yet.

Finally, the old cow wrapped in cotton pulled the cart and rushed to the county with difficulty. The county magistrate immediately led people to meet him. Disaster relief was also carried out from the east side, which made He Xinyou's situation better for three weeks. Hezhou was the first to receive relief supplies from the temple.

Then came Xinyou Erzhou.

A strange man jumped down from the bullock cart, standing over the age, with a short beard and long lapel, and several attendants came down one after another. The man was trembling all over, his face was flushed, and he looked at the county magistrate below. The county magistrate did not know who he was. He Ren, however, seeing the yellow crossbow carried by his entourage, he still went to meet him first, and then asked about his identity.

"Hezhou Inspector Lu Zhi."

The county magistrate hastened to meet again, but he was a little puzzled. He thought it would be the prefect or master book, but he didn't expect that the governor of Hezhou would come in person. However, he heard that he and Yang Gong The relationship has never been good, so why did you brave the wind and snow to come here in person today?
Lu Zhi raised his head, covered his brow with his hand, and asked, "Where is Mr. Yang?"

"Just ahead. In the avenue"

"En." Lu Zhi nodded, then looked to the back, and said, "This time, I brought a few chariots and horses, and I want to send Mr. Yang back to his hometown for a good burial. You don't have to come with me, just here Waiting for the chariots and horses to come, take them there"

"Thank you."

Lu Zhi smiled at him gently, and then walked forward. The servants behind him hurriedly followed. The county magistrate didn't know why the affairs of Xinzhou should be carried out by the governor of Hezhou. Perhaps it was because he was the governor of Hezhou. The nearest two thousand stones from here, the county magistrate thought so, so he ordered people to guard the city gate, and when they saw horses and chariots, they came to report.

The entourage looked at Lu Zhi, who was silent and unhappy, and felt a little confused. After Lu Zhi and Yang Qiu were appointed to two newly established counties at the same time, they began to wrestle with each other. Lu Zhi couldn't understand Yang Qiu very much. Qiu Qiu's many cruel practices also despise his policy of ruling the state with harsh laws. Of course, Yang Qiu also despises Lu Zhi's moderate policy, always criticizing Lu Zhi, writing poems and prose, but not enough for being an official.

Normally in the mansion, Lu Zhi would often speak ill of Yang Qiu to his followers. He would often angrily tell those around him that he would definitely find a warrior in Hezhou to kill the thief Yang Qiu.
However, unexpectedly, Duke Yang died in this ruthless winter without waiting for the assassin sent by Lu Zhi.

The entourage still clearly remembered the mornings of the previous few days.

A follower, Xinyue, went to the government to report, and was overjoyed that Yang Qiu, the thief, was dead.

However, he didn't get the reward he longed for, instead he brought himself a fatal disaster. Lu Zhi, who was originally excited by the arrival of the relief supplies, froze his smile for a moment. He first asked what happened , after learning the reason, he angrily executed the attendant who came to complain, how can you criticize the great sage of the country?
Afterwards, Lu Zhi personally went to the temple to tell about the events in Xinzhou, and proposed that in order to prevent Yangqiu's body from being damaged, he wanted to go to Xinzhou to dispose of Yanggong's body. Afterwards, he arranged for disaster relief in various counties and counties of Hezhou. After the incident, he came to Qinzhong County, also known as New Qinzhong, which was the worst-hit area in the north. Lu Zhi also suffered a lot during his visit.

In the middle of the road, there was a group of people guarding them. When they saw someone approaching, they stepped forward to stop them, cupped their hands and said, "There is a great sage who died here, and I hope to take a detour." The followers behind Lu Zhi stepped forward and wanted to reprimand Lu Zhi waved his hand, making them retreat helplessly. Lu Zhi said gently: "I am an old friend of Duke Yang, and I was ordered to come and dispose of his body."

The few people looked at each other and then gave way.

Lu Zhi squeezed in from among the people. The road in the middle was swept clean, and the snow was pushed to both sides. In the middle, a group of seven people maintained a forward posture, carrying packages on their backs, motionless. Lu Zhi's heart trembled suddenly, he walked over and looked at the last person, he recognized this person, he was Yang Qiu's chief bookkeeper, an old official.

At this moment, he turned into a monument.

Lu Zhi bowed his hands and bowed to him, and many followers behind him also bowed quickly.

See you one by one, rushing to the front, one person clutching his leg in pain, this man is only twenty years old, he is Yang Qiu's proud disciple recruited in Xinzhou, at the front is Yang Qiu, turning his head, looking Holding back his disciples without moving, Lu Zhi struggled to hold back his tears and took off his coat. The followers wanted to stop him, but they didn't know how to speak.

Gently hanging the coat on Yang Qiu's body, Lu Zhi looked at him, speechless for a long time.

"Mr. Yang, you have suffered so much, please be gentle."

Lu Zhi whispered, stretched out his hands, and prostrated himself in front of Yang Qiu. In his heart, he was still extremely disgusted with Yang Qiu's actions, but this disgust had dissipated with Yang Qiu's death. Now In his heart, there was only missing. The two of them had created countless miracles in these two newly established states in less than ten years.

But now, Yang Qiu is gone.

Who would proudly slap his chest and shout: "Please behead your ministers"?
Ugh.
There was a commotion in the city, and the chariots and horses of Duke Yang who came to greet him finally arrived.

Lu Zhi wanted to get up, but staggered suddenly and almost fell, his attendants hurried forward to support him, his eyes were full of tears, looking at the unmoving monument, he still cried, "Mr. Yang, I'm here to pick you up go home"

The emperor was just happy because the disaster was under control, and then he received the bad news from Xinzhou. Yanggong died heroically on the way to the disaster relief. Lu Zhi had already gone to Xinzhou to dispose of his body. The emperor heard the news and sat in the seat Going up, I sat there for a long time, my eyes were a little confused, Mr. Yang is still strong, why is this so?
He already had a belly draft, and once the cold winter was over, he let Yang Qiu enter the palace to replace the present court lieutenant.
"Alas. Alas."

The emperor didn't say anything, just sighed three times sadly, didn't eat, just sat there for several hours in a daze.

(End of this chapter)