Yue Ji

Chapter 150

The next night, Lord Yixin's mansion suddenly became busy. Swordsmen from the mansion were dispatched one after another, and doctors from the city were invited in one after another.

This hustle and bustle came to an abrupt end at midnight.

On the third day, all Linzi people found that the atmosphere was different!
The atmosphere is really different.

Pedestrians on the road all had sad faces, especially rangers from various countries, who were even listless.

Everyone in Lord Yixin's mansion came and went in a hurry, and everyone did not hide his sadness.

While some passers-by were still stunned, a wail came from the center of the street, "The heavens are cruel, and the fate of a beauty is unlucky! The past is in a hurry, like morning dew!"

The crying sound was very loud and sad, and when it reached the back, it was very neat.

Everyone looked along.But I saw five Chu people, dressed in robes painted with various colors of lakes and mountains, various strange fonts or sun and stars, barefoot, with a hemp belt around their waists, and their hair loose, weeping bitterly while singing and singing. Row.

These five people each hold a white plain belt, which is being held in the palm of their hands, and it is blowing away with the wind.

The steps of these five people were neat and orderly, and tears were streaming down their cheeks, which was extremely sad.

They sang and walked all the way towards the Yixin Lord's Mansion.

There were only five people in this team at the beginning, but it has grown in number since then.

Chu people are romantic and sentimental by nature, so the Chu people were the first to join the mourning team.

Gradually, Lian Qi also joined the team, but the team is still dominated by rangers.

At the back, there were hundreds of people in this team.They sang in unison, and what they sang was not the words of mourning in the past, but a temporary compilation.However, this kind of extensive singing of "Heaven is cruel, beauty is not lucky! The past is in a hurry, like the morning dew!", full of endless regret and grief, makes everyone, in this world where life and death are impermanent, for this beauty of today. , the bones of the Ming Dynasty, today's rich and powerful, tomorrow's beggar's world, gave birth to an inexplicable grief.

Because of the grief, the team gathered more and more, and finally, there were thousands of people walking with songs, and the city was full of sad songs.

As soon as Qi Gongzi Zhi entered the city, he met such a team.The size of the team was so large that it blocked the streets and prevented his convoy from moving.

He opened the curtain of the car in astonishment, and looked at these weeping and inexplicable people.After looking around for a while, he couldn't find a familiar face among them.

This made him a little surprised, if the famous dignitaries died, the team couldn't be so messy and full of untouchables.It's not the rich and famous, in the world, in the entire Qidu, who's death can cause so many people to mourn?
Qi Gongzizhi frowned, stretched out his hand to attract a swordsman, and said, "Inquire."

"promise."

After a while, the swordsman came to Prince Zhi's carriage, crossed his hands, and said with emotion: "The deceased is the concubine of Lord Yixin!"

"what?"

Qi Gongzi Zhi paled in shock, he quickly raised his head and stared at the swordsman in disbelief.At this moment, his handsome face turned pale a lot.

The swordsman also had a look of regret, he sighed again, and said: "I can't believe it either. When I first saw this concubine in Xintian, she was very handsome, magnificent, and extremely wealthy. Such a beautiful woman, how did she die like this?" gone?"

Young Master Zhi looked at the swordsman with a pale face, and watched his mouth open and close, but he didn't hear a single word.

At this time, his heart and face were full of those dark jade eyes of that luxurious and beautiful woman.

Although it was a hasty glimpse, during that glimpse, the woman looked at herself gently with those rare black eyes that were very similar to her old friend.

How could such a woman die like this?
Thinking of this, he swished open the curtain of the car, strode up to a swordsman, and said in a deep voice, "Give me the horse."

"Of course."

The swordsman looking around hurriedly jumped off his horse and gave it to Prince Zhi.

As soon as Young Master Zhi stepped up, an old minister hurried over.He crossed his hands at Young Master Zhi and asked, "Where do you want to go, Young Master?"

"The Mansion of Lord Yixin!"

After Young Master Zhi uttered these words, he stopped talking and rode his horse through the gaps between people. The horseshoe disappeared in front of everyone's eyes after a while.

The old minister shouted: "Follow up quickly!"

"promise!"

There are too many people on the street, and they are all really sad.He had only run a hundred paces when he saw a man from Chu lying on his back in the middle of the road ahead.The man from Chu just collapsed in the street with his upper body naked, tears streaming down his face, looking hopeless.He stared straight at the sky, and was crying loudly, "Heaven is not kind! Life is like morning dew! Such a stunning beauty, such a stunning beauty, I have never seen it before, how can I die? Woo hoo hoo. How could she die like this?"

That sadness, that crying, somehow infected Young Master Zhi, his handsome face became even paler, and his eyes were also astringent.In his mind, those bright black jade eyes reappeared.

Along the way, some people cried bitterly, some were naked and yelled, some poured their wine upside down, and turned upside down in the street. It seemed that all of them shared the horror of death and the nostalgia for beauty. , let it out at this moment.

Because there are so many such people, it seems that the whole city is in grief.Therefore, Gong Zizhi's horse galloped smoothly.

He avoided left and right all the way, and it took nearly half an hour to finally arrive at Lord Yixin's mansion.

Lord Yixin's mansion was very lively.Carriages were densely parked outside, and the nobles came in and out in a hurry. Although they dressed up as before and did not intend to mourn for Ji Daixiao, their expressions were filled with endless regret.

Young Master Zhi jumped off the horse in a big stride, without even tying it, he just threw off the steed and hurried towards the gate of Yixin Lord's Mansion.

He is extraordinary after all.

Therefore, when Young Master Zhi appeared at the gate, a swordsman hurriedly shouted loudly: "Young Master Zhi is here—"

"Young master ranks—"

The mourning of the whole courtyard fell silent for a while.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at him, but at this moment, Young Master Zhi had no time to pay attention to these people.He just wanted to know if that Meiji with black jade eyes was really dead.How could she die so easily?

Unknowingly, his handsome face turned pale, his lips were pursed into a line, and his eye sockets turned from astringent to red.

Because the one who died was just an ordinary beauty with no name or identity, the mourning hall was placed in the most inconspicuous corner of Lord Yixin's mansion.Before Young Master Zhi got close, he heard a ringing bell, amidst the rapid and distant ringing, accompanied by Wu's hoarse singing, "Soul, soul, return to hometown..."

The ringing of the bell was accompanied by a dance with a strange rhythm.In that corner, white silk was hung on the trees and eaves.

Looking at those white silks and listening to those witch songs, Young Master Zhi paused, and for a moment, he felt a sense of fatigue.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps, and then a few familiar voices rang out, "My lord, you are the son of a majestic Marquis of Qi, and the deceased is the concubine of a mere jester. How can you get close to this filthy place?"

"Young master, please go back!"

"My lord, please go back—"

Amidst the neat, slightly suppressed pleas, Young Master Zhi raised his head dumbly. He stared blankly at the white silk fluttering in the wind. Mr. Yixin came up.

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The second one arrives, please ask for a pink ticket.

(End of this chapter)