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Chapter 1477: Who are you mourning for? (Part 1477) [Seeking monthly votes]

"What kind of distinguished guest is this, coming uninvited?"

Shen Tang put down the brush in his hand.

Work makes people sleepy, but she becomes energetic when she talks about fighting.

"Logically speaking, they are bad guests, but they made a special trip here to pay their respects, which shows that they put a lot of thought into it." Chu Yao was really mean when he spoke, and he teased his enemy with just a few words.

"Mourning? Whose mourning?"

Shen Tang couldn't stand hearing this word.

Chu Yao smiled but said nothing.

Shen Tang said unhappily: "To mourn your death? It's really unlucky!"

Chu Yao was a living man, but first his brothers wanted to put him in a coffin, and then a group of ignorant enemies wanted to travel thousands of miles to attend his funeral. Even if he wasn't unlucky, he would be made unlucky.

Chu Yao said: "It's the master."

Shen Tang was almost stunned: "...Who spread the rumor about me?"

Although I'm not spreading rumors about Chu Yao, I can't do that to her either. She's not afraid of running into real ghosts and monsters when she goes to the funeral late at night.

Chu Yao couldn't help but smile, and gave Shen Tang some key information as a reminder: "Master, do you remember Huangchangtichou?"

Shen Tang: "..."

As smart as she was, she immediately understood where the misunderstanding came from.

As everyone knows, Huangchangtichou is used in the coffin chamber of the imperial mausoleum. A few meritorious officials and nobles can also use it under special circumstances. There is only Shen Tang in the royal family of Kang State, so there is no possibility that any other royal family member can use it, and all the officials of Kang State are still alive.

Ever since——

"The enemy concluded that I was dead, right?"

No, isn’t this judgment a bit too hasty?
Chu Yao couldn't help laughing and asked a question that was ignored: "I'm afraid the master didn't ask Yuanyuan and the others what they did these days?"

Shen Tang said: "I didn't ask. It would be troublesome if I asked."

She pretended to be deaf and dumb about the incident and wanted to turn the page quickly.

As long as she, as the lord, is firm in her attitude, those who have a problem with Wei Shou and the others will really stop. Once Shen Tang shows a little concern, it will be difficult to turn the page on this matter, and it may even become a handle to criticize Chu Yao. Even though Shen Tang is confident that she will not be provoked by a few words, she does not want this matter to be brought up many years later to disgust Chu Yao.

In her opinion, managing the imperial court and the harem are similar. A bad man or woman who cannot provide a sufficient sense of security will lead to twists and turns in a relationship. In this regard, we should emulate Duan Zhengchun, who falls in love with every woman he meets and has never fallen out.

Providing sufficient sense of security to subjects is also a compulsory course for the monarch.

In this regard, Shen Tang considers himself qualified.

Chu Yao knew she didn't ask: "Before Yuanyuan came, I ordered people to go to the southwest to urgently purchase high-quality cypress wood, regardless of the price."

Shen Tang: "..."

"My Lord, I don't know. Many lords have a lifelong wish to use Huangchangtichou. It would be best if the coffin chamber could be built with golden nanmu, but golden nanmu is not easy to obtain and ordinary nanmu is not stable, so we can only use cypress as a second choice. Cypress mostly grows in the southwest continent. Although it is not as precious as golden nanmu, the high labor and transportation costs also make the cost of Huangchangtichou high."

"...In other words, in principle, the nobles can use the Huangchangtihui under special grants, but the purse does not support the principle?"

Chu Yao: "Neither money nor time supports it."

Huangchangtichou has not appeared for more than a hundred years.

It's not that those countries didn't have the financial resources, but it took a lot of time to build a royal mausoleum with a yellow-colored inscription. In troubled times, small countries changed so frequently that they were often destroyed before their mausoleums were even half-finished. A typical example is Wu Xian, whose royal mausoleum was not even a semi-finished product.

"As far as I know, the last Huangchangtichou that can be found was the king of the Wu State. His royal tomb was not completed until seven or eight years after the fall of the Wu State." These can be verified with Wei Lou, they are absolutely true.

"…Is this thing so valuable?" She suddenly understood the thoughts of those people who were trying to deceive Wei Shou and Chu Jie. They were not targeting Wei Shou and the others purely, but the specifications of Huangchangtichou were indeed out of line in their opinion, and they would not be happy if they did not say a few words.

Chu Yao said: "Yeah."

Shen Tang: "Then I am willing to give it to you."

A good lord should be willing to spend money on his subjects.

Chu Yao was a little amused by her sudden words: "It is because of this that the Central Alliance began to suspect that the Lord had passed away. In addition, Yuanyuan came here regardless of everything, which they saw as a subject going to the funeral. The Lord has entered the perfect ceremony these days, which is equivalent to stepping into the world outside. Naturally, the allied scholars who are good at fortune-telling cannot find out whether Kangguo Ziweixing is alive or dead."

The secret of Ziwei Star has been obscured.

These coincidences together create a huge misunderstanding.

"...If I wasn't the person involved, I would have been fooled too. It's the Huangchangtichou that hasn't been seen for a hundred years, the general with military power rushing to the funeral, and the secret of Ziweixing being deceived... Put it all together, isn't it me who is going to die?"

_(:з　∠)_
What's this called?
Who is the last person to know that he is dead?
Chu Yao said: "May he live as long as the universe and thousands of years."

"Wuhui, that sounds nice."

"No, I saw it." Chu Yao's voice was light but firm, as if it could penetrate the thick fog and point directly to the void. "When I first woke up, Yao even thought it was a punishment."

Shen Tang realized that Chu Yao's tone was wrong: "Punishment?"

“A future that is visible at a glance is uninteresting.”

Because they had seen the best ending and had enjoyed the ultimate pleasure in advance, their threshold was infinitely raised, and after a short period of pleasure came a long period of emptiness. Chu Yao had to admit that the voice during the completion ceremony was right, and the human race was very strange.

When the future cannot be seen, one feels anxious and confused.

When I could see the end at a glance, boredom began again.

So contradictory, and so stupid.

[You can pick any flower and go out now. Even if you are crazy and can't tell whether it is real or fake, at least you won't feel any pain. If you insist on going out, Chu Wuhui, that will be the beginning of your misfortune in life.]

I didn’t understand what it meant then, but now I understand.

Shen Tang shook his head: "That's not right."

Chu Yao lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Shen Tang thought of the cross-stitch and puzzle paintings she bought in some unknown year. These things were still unopened until the end of the world. She couldn't help but say awkwardly, "It's like a puzzle. You already know what it will look like when it's put together. So what? As long as you don't work hard to piece it together bit by bit, it will remain in fragments and can't become a painting. Seeing it doesn't mean you own it, and knowing the answer doesn't mean you can get full marks. What if the answer sheet is broken? No one's future is certain until the last moment."

The first time you see the future, it no longer exists.

There are countless mysteries contained in it. Even the gods cannot fathom the mystery, let alone mortals who glimpse a corner of it?

Chu Yao exhaled the foul air: "Yao is obsessed." He seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden from his shoulders and looked a lot more relaxed.

After coming back to his senses and thinking about his previous decadent mentality, Chu Yao was also shocked and broke into a cold sweat - the enchantment that he would not fall into at ordinary times could actually make him fall into a paranoid state at this moment. If it weren't for the Lord's awakening, he didn't know how long he would have been immersed in it.

"Once you get too obsessed, it's unthinkable."

Shen Tang: "...I'll take care of everything."

How is this not considered an aggravation of mental illness?

This time, I accidentally became a psychologist.

After the psychotherapy session, she asked people to prepare to open the door to welcome guests: "They are kind enough to come to the funeral, so we should also do our best to be the hosts."

Because Shen Tang is good at night attacks, she is more strict in this regard. The three armies are always on guard against the enemy coming in the middle of the night. Chu Yao reminded them in advance, and the patrol arrangements did not need to be changed.

Everything remains the same, just be prepared.

"Attending a funeral?"

However, Gu Chi and the others who were woken up were somewhat resentful.

"Is there something wrong in the Central Region?"

Let's not talk about the fact that the master is fine. Even if he is in trouble, who would take advantage of the national mourning to launch a sneak attack? Even if the Central Allied Forces are corrupt and like to take advantage of the national mourning, they shouldn't choose to attack when the guests are gathered. Why not choose any other time? It's just as outrageous to have blood splattered in the mourning hall as it is to have blood splattered in the wedding banquet.

"The thugs even kick widows' doors at night." No one would kick a widow's door when her parents, brothers, sisters, husband, wife, and children are all around.

Shen Tang: "It's a rough statement, but it's too rough."

Yin and Yang Who is the widow?
Gu Chi's morning grumpiness turned into a creepy resentment: "I am a widow, and my master is the husband who can't wake up."

Shen Tang: "..."

The enemy came to her funeral, and the widow was indeed someone else.

The white banner that had been torn down from the camp was hung up again. Shen Tang even lay down on the coffin with great interest. As everyone knows, military commanders all like to collect coffins. This coffin was contributed by Wei Shou. It was a golden nanmu coffin, second-hand. "Fuck, second-hand?"

"What happened to second-hand?"

Wei Shou, who was wiping his weapons, refuted unhappily.

Emphasized: "This is made of golden nanmu."

Wei Shou emptied out his private savings to buy this from a tomb raider, using the original wood and his own wood to rebuild it. He would take it with him when he went to war, and if he died in battle, he could just lie down in it.

If Chu Yao wasn't his brother, he would still be reluctant to let him go.

"What's wrong with golden nanmu? I have one too." Shen Tang leaned against the edge of the coffin, remembering that he also had a coffin made of precious wood as a sacred object. Although it was very old, it was a first-hand coffin he had used after all, and it was much better than Wei Shou's.

Wei Shou: "..."

Gong Yang Yongye knocked on the coffin lid in annoyance.

He couldn't stand it any longer and said, "What's the point of arguing about this?"

I have seen people showing off their wealth and competing for wealth, but I have never seen people competing for coffins!
"Be a good corpse. Who has ever seen a corpse speak?"

Shen Tang pouted unhappily and turned over in the coffin. It must be said that the coffins of military commanders are spacious, the smallest size is 1.5 meters by 2.8 meters, which is enough for two of her to lie in.

Near the main tent where the coffin is kept.

The white banners that had been removed were hung up again in a hurry, and other areas far from the main tent were left untouched - after all, it was "secret mourning", so it was normal to wear mourning clothes in a small area, and if all areas were done, it would arouse the enemy's suspicion - so several generals wore mourning clothes and burned paper. Fortunately, Wei Shou and the other two were eager to shout about Huangchangtichou, so everyone was able to find usable mourning clothes so quickly.

Shen Tang lay there for a while and felt like something was missing.

He stood up suddenly and said, "Cry, why don't you howl a little?"

There is no mourning atmosphere, it feels so fake.

Everyone: "..."

They are very familiar with the procedures of national mourning.

But this doesn't mean they can act without any psychological barriers.

Gu Chi was silent for two seconds, thinking back to the several books he had written about miserable rural widows. He twisted his thigh hard and muttered to himself, "You bastard, you died miserably." His eyes suddenly turned red.

In a few seconds, tears flowed like rain.

The novelist's emotions are so rich.

Shen Tang: "..."

Everyone: "..."

There was a young general who didn't know if he was really stupid or too nervous. When he heard Gu Chi's howl, his mind went blank. He subconsciously knelt down and whimpered, "Damn it—hiccup—"

Shen Tang: "..."

She put her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes in despair.

When will these people stop turning themselves into widows?
Gong Yangyongye said disdainfully: "You are really sick."

What the leaders do is common, and everyone from top to bottom is suffering from serious illness.

“Puff—woooo—”

Some people snickered but were afraid of being retaliated by Gu Chi's pettiness, so they quickly changed their sobbing tone. Others who really couldn't cry lowered their heads and wiped their eyes with their sleeves and howled dryly. The main point was to participate.

Shen Tang said: "Louder."

She was anxious as she looked at the coffin, wishing that everyone had a loudspeaker.

He might as well crawl out and keep vigil and mourn for himself.

"Paper money should be burned like this, and crying should be done like this..." Demonstrate it yourself, for example, hug the coffin and cry like a ghost with real emotion, and at the same time direct others, "Don't just stand there and watch, stop me for a moment."

Others: "Oh? Oh."

Gu Chi was almost defeated by her.

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This chapter is relatively short. I'm going to take a leave at the end of the month (I don't know why, or maybe I've eaten too much preserved egg and tofu recently, and I've had a headache for three days in a row... I feel like my head is being tightly clamped when I cough. That doesn't make sense, I've only eaten two meals.)