Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 511

The twilight is coming to an end, and the night is sweeping in like a tide.

The streets and alleys were extraordinarily quiet in this pattering spring rain. Under the door plaque that read "Chen Mansion", the guard guard rubbed his arms and shivered. Hearing the faint voices coming from inside, a servant sighed. tone.

That was galloping on the battlefield, the prestigious old man had been seriously ill for a long time, and everyone in the house would be stared at wherever he went under his shadow, now that the old man was about to pass away, everyone couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Master Hou, I'm afraid I won't last tonight, alas."

"Compared to your crow's mouth."

"It's also true to scold me. Who in the mansion doesn't hope that Lord Hou will be healthy? It's just that this man is old, and he will leave sooner or later..."

The sighing servant stopped talking, tilted his head, interrupted his companion who wanted to scold him, raised his fingers and hissed, "It's getting dark, who else is coming so late."

The Chen Mansion is located in a remote place in Jiankang, even if there are families around, most of them are official families, and their work and rest are quite clear, so it is impossible for anyone to come here.

Could it be that he came here to inquire about the news when he heard that Master Hou was dying?
ding ding ding...

"Father……"

Chen Zhao and everyone in the mansion rushed forward to stop them, and stopped in unison the next moment, with horror in their eyes, looking at the Hou Ye who was walking in the rain, his silver hair faded one by one, turning into black, and his rickety body also faded away. Gradually tall and straight, the loose armor was braced to be mighty and majestic.

Chen Zhao hesitated while crying, and was suddenly reprimanded by the old man: "Hurry up, don't make your father and friend wait for a long time."

Thinking about it, the nose and throat were sore, and the tears were unbearable, and the family members of the Chen family knelt behind them and cried.

He said softly: "Zhao'er is talking nonsense again, how can you add or subtract life at will... After your father leaves, you should be good at managing your family and treat your servants well. No daughter and no one to support, you should treat them kindly...don't let their hearts be cold... cough cough!"

"To be honest, this old man is waiting for someone here, waiting for him to come out, and leave with me. Otherwise, when the business trip comes later, this old man will have to spend a lot of effort to ask for it."

"My father is going to leave me and my mother, how can I not feel sad. If possible, the child would rather reduce his life and add more to the father, so that the child can fulfill his filial piety at the father's knee."

Chen Zhao also showed horror on his face, and hurriedly got up to help his father, and said in a low voice: "Father, there is an old man outside, but he is..."

"Father!"

The old man sitting on the steps looked at the old cow who raised his head to lick the rain in the rain, and said with a light smile, "Don't worry, if you drive me away, your Lord Marquis will be angry. Wait a little longer, I guess he will come out soon." .”

Under the watchful eyes of the two guards at the gate of the Chen Mansion, the old man riding the bull swayed over, then stopped in front of the stone steps, slowly got off the old cow's back, went to the eaves and took off his bamboo hat, revealing his beard and hair. With a white face, he smiled and bowed his hands towards the two guards at the door.

Lord Hou?

This time, it is the last farewell.

The old man nodded and went forward to cup his hands, then held Chen Qingzhi's hands, led him away step by step, and walked straight to the rain curtain outside.

The two servants became a little timid. They said that the old man was a good friend of Lord Hou. They didn't believe it. The other party was weird, and he was not afraid of his family's wealth, which meant that he was not an ordinary person.

"Why are you crying...crying..."

He also said that Master Youhou would come out soon, otherwise he would be arrested by Tolerance... Hiss!Thinking of this, the more the two looked at the back under the eaves, the more their scalps became numb.

The two who could not make up their minds stumbled and ran into the mansion. At this moment, there was some exclamation and shouting in the back room. The maids and servants were holding washbasins for washing, and the family members of the mansion brought a pair of white robes and silver armor to the inside. Room.

The servant who drove him away still didn't do anything. After all, the rules of Chen's house are still very important. The servant and his companion surrounded the old man, rolled up his cuffs, and pretended to be vicious.

"I'll go back to the mansion and tell the master..."

He knew that his father was coming back.

The old man smiled and stroked the head of his crying son, and then looked at the old wife who was secretly sobbing.

"Zhao'er, you are also a person who stands in your thirties... Some things will be open to you. Everyone has a lifespan. Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural, so don't mourn for me."

However, the old head over there didn't seem to have heard his words. He picked up his bamboo hat, shook the water stains on his coir raincoat, and just sat down on the stone steps under the eaves.

"Father." Facing the most respected and dearest person in his life, and the closest person to entrust his funeral, even at his current age, Chen Zhao cried so hard that he hugged his father's thin legs and pressed his face tightly.

Chen Zhao looked at the scene in front of him. It was the young father he saw when he was young.

The old man walked up to the eldest son Chen Zhao, and the servant obediently moved the chair over and helped Master Hou to sit down.

"I've been waiting for the general for a long time, it's time for the general to return."

"If you are waiting for someone, go to another place to wait. What is the tolerance? Even if you get here, the messengers in the yamen have to dismount and bow respectfully in front of the Chen Mansion before they dare to leave. This old man is so unreasonable, hurry up." Let's go, or my brothers will not be polite."

"It's him."

"Ha ha."

"...Fighting for my father all my life... Killing countless times, being able to die in the company of everyone, is already a good end...Come on, you stand up for my father...It should be my father's friend outside...I should too went."

Chen Qingzhi looked at the neatly combed silver hair on his head, nodded with a smile, dragged his armor and got up from the stool, his cloudy eyes became bright again, and he suddenly returned to the famous general galloping on the battlefield.

Wow...the nail leaves rubbed against each other softly.

At the moment, no one in the mansion was in a good mood, seeing an old man of unknown origin, the servants were even more reluctant to have strangers approaching, and waved their hands to drive away.

"Go, go, go... This place seems to be sheltering people from the rain? There is another family not far ahead. It is inconvenient for the Chen residence today."

As the eldest son, Chen Zhao knelt on the ground, looked at his father who had washed up, was full of energy, and asked his servant to help him cover his armor with a flushed face, the sadness in his heart was much stronger.

Chen Zhaocai called out, and the father who was supporting him broke free from his hands with some strength, and slowly opened his feet, walking towards the gate of the house step by step, and said in a choked voice: "Zhenjun... Qingzhi is here."

At this time, a servant stumbled and ran from the outside, first went to the steward and said something softly, the latter's face suddenly showed astonishment, he glanced at Hou Ye who was sitting crookedly on the chair, hurried over and whispered in Chen Zhao's ear A few words.

A group of people followed the father and son in front to the gate of the front yard. Amidst the pattering rain, an old man in a coir raincoat and with silver hair was sitting there. When he heard footsteps, he slowly got up and turned around. Come here, with a long beard and silvery white face, with a kind face and a smile.

The old man smiled and nodded, as if he was impatient. He was being held by his son, but he staggered but walked quickly. The family members of the family who were kneeling together looked at me and I looked at you, and hurriedly followed.

"An old man riding a bull..."

"I'm tired, I want to sit on the stone steps of your mansion, is it convenient?"

Sitting on the chair, Chen Qingzhi spoke slowly, coughing violently, his face flushed, maybe the armor on his body was too heavy, he swayed twice, couldn't support himself and leaned against the back of the chair, and he spoke weakly after a while.

"You old man didn't hear or something!"

At the end of the spacious long street, in the drizzling rain, accompanied by the sound of a crisp bell, an old cow came slowly in the rain. Above was an old man wearing a bamboo hat. He was dressed in gray and plain clothes, with a coir raincoat on his shoulders, walking slowly along the back of the cow. ups and downs.

He couldn't help but rushed over, followed behind and stood in the rain curtain, and towards the back of the street on the other side, he shouted again: "Father—"

Then, with a bang, he knelt down into the stagnant water, and a group of family members ran up from behind Wu Lala, who knelt down after him.

"Haosheng took care of the family business and left for his father!"

The figure in the rain turned around and turned his head. It was the handsome general, waving his palms, saying goodbye to everyone. The figure gradually disappeared into the rain curtain with the ringing of the bell.

(End of this chapter)