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Chapter 626

In June of this year, it snowed heavily in Chuzhou City.

Thick sheets of paper money obscured the road and the sky.

A huge black lacquered wooden coffin slowly walks in the long mourning procession.

Qu Ya and Bandelu were wearing linen uniforms with silk around their waists and foreheads, standing on both sides of the hearse, holding the silk to lead the coffin.

As an old member of the Jin family, Xu Younan has followed and accompanied Jin Yanchen for many years, so it is impossible to be absent at this time.Even though he was sick, he still insisted on carrying a huge silk banner to attract souls right in front of the hearse.

The disciples of the two palaces of heaven and earth all held white banners, and followed closely behind, holding the coffin.

The sky was completely white.

Mu Dianke held Yao Yi in one hand, and held the spirit tablet in the other. His whole body was covered with hemp cloth, his head and face were wrapped in white linen, except for his empty eyes.

One big and one small walked slowly at the forefront of the line.

The woman is numb, and the child is weeping.

At first glance, it looks like a pair of orphans and widows who have lost their support and their mother.

Although Mu Dianke covered her face, she knew Wang Xuan with her eyes.Quiet as a cold pool, cold as ice, calm and indifferent, condensed with extremely firm hatred.

Wang Xuan is a murderer, so he is more sensitive to killing evil spirit than ordinary people.

Mu Dian didn't cry or feel sad, but convinced him.

"It seems that Jin Liu is really dead." Wang Xuan sighed, a big stone fell from his heart, and he was filled with infinite regret.

"Congratulations to the commander, the head on the neck is stable." Chen Ning said with a smile.

Wang Xuan could only respond with a wry smile.

Although the epidemic has been brought under control, there are still a large number of plagues in the city that have not been completely cured.The four doors are still tightly closed, guarded by heavy soldiers, and no one is allowed to enter or exit.

Under Chen Ning's ingenious arrangement, the funeral team will arrive at the south gate together with the convoy escorting Fang Xian back to Beijing.

Chen Ning only needs to send someone to inform the guard that the person lying in the coffin is Jin Yanchen, so there is no need to hint anything.

Who would have to make trouble with his own wealth and life for such an idea.

This time, it was Su Minghan's eldest son Su Pengju who came to announce the decree and escort the criminal back to Beijing.

Not long ago, he just came here to pick up the coffins of his second brother Su Zhihu and brother-in-law Qiutang back to Beijing for burial.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.

Su Pengju deliberately reined in his horse and parked his car, waiting for a group outside the city, watching the funeral procession slowly leave the city gate, the wailing and howling were loud, and he felt very happy.

"The way of heaven is clear, and the retribution is not good. You Jinliu also has today."

With red eyes, Su Pengju gritted his teeth and said harshly.

Fang Xian thought: Sumen's misfortune today is not the retribution for the Jin family's massacre?
Without Su Minghan's acquiescence, would Jin Caimo really be able to steal the secret and secret heirloom Moxiang?
Due to his status, he was not allowed to go forward, but nodded to Mu Dianke from afar.

Su Pengju saw it, and said with a sneer, "When did the general have such friendship with the witch of the Ming Palace?"

"Why don't we kill them now?" Fang Xian replied stiffly: "If you have a grudge, you have a grudge. I will take the lead for my lord."

Su Pengju choked, and felt endless embarrassment after his anger.

The whole court said that Rong Yi is a poisonous snake that eats people without spitting out bones, with a spring breeze on his face and a snake and a scorpion on his heart.

However, Su Pengju felt that even Rong Yi's fake smile was much cuter than Fang Xian's stinky face.

Of course Su Pengju would not fight Mu Dianke desperately.He is not crazy!
The mourning team from the Ming Palace left the city smoothly all the way, traveled several miles along the ancient road, and turned southwest.

A thin line of hemp sticks to the ground and disappears at the far end of the sky.

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In front of the mountain gate of Guangfu Temple, there is a simple ox cart parked.

Two cypress coffins of seven feet three inches were placed side by side on the cart, made of high-quality red heart wood, with delicate pictures of deer and cranes engraved on the top plate, which is luxurious.

Gui Ruotong was sitting on the bullock cart with his mace in his arms, his face was dusty, maybe he was tired, and his expression was a little dull.

Bo Xiao went up the mountain alone to find Xu Tian's ashes.

Mu Dian had set him a trap once, and he might still lie to him this time, but he had to believe it.

He wants to find Xu Tim's ashes and take him home.

In the Jialan Hall, there is a row of flat peach trees running from east to west in front of the hall. The flowers are gone in spring, and the branches are full in summer.

Bo Xiao knelt under the peach tree to dig the soil.

The monk who came to dissuade him from this idea after seeing the Wu hook sword that cut iron like mud and the thick callus on Bo Xiao's hand.

"Ding——" There was a crisp sound of gold and iron touching porcelain, which was particularly refreshing in the chaotic and low-pitched chanting.

Bo Xiao threw away the Wu hook, digging the soil with his bare hands like crazy, his ten fingers saw blood, and stained the jade-white lid with a tinge of red—it wasn't the pottery urn that Pei Ji said, it was a porcelain pot.

Porcelain is dense and tightly sealed.The ashes in the jar are neither damp nor decayed, and are well preserved.

The off-white powder is wrapped in a piece of bone that cannot be burned through, and a silver ring is placed on it, and a hibiscus jade engraved in the shape of three overlapping peach blossoms is inlaid on it.

——This is Xu Tian's ring!

Mu Yueting loves peach blossoms, Xu Tian loves Wu and Wu.

When Mu Cangping made a silver ring for Ba Jun, there were many kinds of gold, jade, and diamonds to choose from, but he chose the purple-pink jade that was not very suitable for him.

Has anyone ever had this kind of experience, embraced a persistent idea, and decided to travel all over the world to realize it, but never thought that it could be realized, but it came so unexpectedly.

What kind of mood was that?
In Jiangnan in June, the sky is blue and clear.

Under the hot sunshine pouring down like rotten silver, Bo Xiao hugged Xu Tian's ashes, knelt on the ground, and cried like a night rain in nine cold days.

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This is a section of waterway from Chuzhou to Qingzhou Road.

The mountains stand tall and the shore meets the sky.

In June, summer azaleas bloom all over the mountains and plains.It's like the land fairy on this side has stolen the most beautiful brocade and the most gorgeous glow in the whole world, and poured them all on this lush and gloomy Daishan Mountain.

Mooring and sailing at the foot of the mountain.

An egret perched on the vermilion window frame.

The window is a bay window with vermilion lacquer and rhombus pattern, supported by round forks of the same color.

A medicine stove was set up under the window.Sitting on the short pier was a beauty in a scarlet gauze dress, holding a small round fan painted with black bones and painted gold, blowing air into the furnace cavity.

It's really hot this day, next to the stove, no one is not hot.

While wiping the sweat with a thin tissue, the woman did not slacken her hands, staring intently at the jar of bitter medicine that was turning out.

Finally the medicine was cooked, and the woman wrapped the handle of the pot with water-red silk and lifted it up.

Filter the residue, divide the medicine, turn your fingers over, and the cloud sleeves hang down.A simple action of pouring medicine was made by her very much like the tea art kung fu in the south of the Yangtze River.

The medicine is still hot and needs to be cooled for a while.

The woman turned around and glanced at the compartment in the cabin, frowning, lowered the fan, and sighed softly.

The compartment is spacious, with tables and chairs, and a large bed carved with pear wood.

The bed was obviously still not long enough.

The man lying flat on it had his head and feet resting on the railing, and his figure was unusually strong and slender.The eyebrows are handsome, and there is a beautiful peak on the forehead, which adds femininity without losing masculinity.

"Boom——" the egret flew up, knocked off the fork pole and fell into the clear green lake water like a piece of sapphire.

The window sash hangs down, "slap" and "slap" hit the window frame indiscriminately.

As if woken up from a midday nap, the man with his eyes closed on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)