Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 203: Carrying the coffin back to Youzhou

The mourning hall was located in an old house on the outskirts of the city. It was built temporarily, hastily and simply, just like the mourning hall where Shi Xuanling's mother-in-law once lay in Shi's mansion.

Lan Yubai has asked Emperor Yun for a decree. After the first seven days, he will carry the coffin back to Youzhou and bring Ning Jiuniang's bones home.

The reason he gave for his wife’s death was just eight words——

Argument on New Year's Eve, accidental fall from the tower.

After all, this was a family matter, and Emperor Yin didn't interfere too much. He just agreed with Lan Yubai's suggestion. No matter how Yue Wujiu tried to stop it, he couldn't even keep his sister's bones... after all.

Yes, Yue Wujiu went to see Emperor Yun, wanting to seek justice for Ning Jiu Niang and the Yue family, wanting to overturn the case, and severely punishing the real culprit behind the scenes, but he had no real evidence, even if he told the New Year's Eve Everything that happened was told to Emperor Yin truthfully, but what he received was still a thunderous rebuke from Emperor Yin. The "uncle" who once loved him the most even overturned the table and roared at him to get out. The case of escaping from home should never be mentioned again!
The enemy was right in front of him, but the Yue family had no hope of overturning the case, and he lost his sister overnight. After all, Yue Wujiu couldn't bear this huge blow and fell completely ill. He developed a high fever overnight and kept talking nonsense. Just like when he was exiled to Yunzhou Island, he fell ill on the ship, hugged Shi Xuanling in a daze, and kept calling her "mother".

This time, it was still his "little bell" who took care of him with all his clothes on, staying by his side all night long, constantly thinking of ways to reduce his fever.

But the hurt in the young man's heart was too deep, and the pain he experienced was too painful. On the cold snowy night, his whole body was as hot as if he was in Shura purgatory. He just hugged Shi Xuanling and his only wife who was by his side. , repeated in her ears over and over again:

"I will not, never...let Lan Yubai leave the imperial city alive."

There was a blood feud, and no one would let it go easily. Every murmur of Yue Wujiu's sleep was like a sharp knife, cutting bloody marks on Shi Xuanling's heart.

All the words she originally wanted to say to him could only be swallowed at such a moment. She did not dare to provoke him any more, and did not dare to let him know more unbearable truths. She could only tell him when he said When he was talking nonsense, he hugged him tightly, stroked his hot forehead, put it against his cheek, and said to him softly:
"It will pass, it will pass, Ah Yue, I know you are in pain, hold on, everything will be fine. This snow will stop soon, and no one will die again, no... "

I don't know if these murmured words were comforting Yue Wujiu or coaxing herself. Before she knew it, Shi Xuanling's face was filled with tears.

Her heart seemed to be following Ning Jiu Niang, and kept falling downwards. She didn't know when it would fall into pieces, and she would no longer be able to put it together, and she would no longer be able to recognize herself... The look of the road.

After finally feeding Yue Wujiu the medicine and watching him fall into a deep sleep, Shi Xuanling wrapped herself in a cloak and quietly went to the mourning hall on the outskirts of the city.

That old house belonged to Pei Shixi, and even the mourning hall was prepared in a hurry by Pei Shixi. Yue Wujiu couldn't even find the place where her sister's coffin was laid, and Shi Xuanling knew it but couldn't tell it, so she could only I can go to the funeral of Yue Wujiu to offer a stick of incense to Ning Jiu Niang, and also go to see Lan Yubai and persuade him.

But Shi Xuanling didn't know that someone had already spoken to Lan Yu in vain long before her.

Pei Shixi had a fight with the Lan Yubai brothers, and the Feng family and the Helan family had a hundred-year alliance, and their friendship was really good, but privately he felt that Ning Jiu Niang had died long ago, so although he prepared a mourning hall for Ning Jiu Niang, He himself had never gone to the mourning hall to pay homage once. He just sent Xiao Mo to bring Lan Yubai a Buddhist scripture and a few words - "A person who loves and desires is like holding a torch, walking against the wind, his hands will be burned." "

If Ning Jiu Niang knew about this, she would probably ask Meng Ye Ye to scold Pei Shixi. Before her body was cold, Pei Shixi had already begun to persuade Lan Yubai to let go of his old love and wait until his great career was accomplished. What kind of woman did he not have?
But the red candle can be lit again, and the glass of wine can be drunk with the newlyweds again, but can that unforgettable love be repeated again?

There is no love between men and women in Pei Shixi's heart, only the great cause of the Feng clan, so he doesn't understand it and doesn't bother to understand it.

When Shi Xuanling came to the mourning hall on the outskirts of the city, everything in the courtyard was quiet except for a silent figure sitting in front of the coffin, like a stone statue, unmoving for a long time.

The fourth son of the Lan family, who is famous in Youzhou, is still as handsome as a bamboo, and his elegance has not changed, but his black hair has now completely turned white, like the white snow flying in the sky, and it is as cold as the bones.

It turns out that a person is so sad that he will grow old overnight. As Shi Xuanling stepped into the mourning hall, he looked at the slumped figure standing vigil in front of the coffin with complicated eyes.

She had mixed feelings in her heart, and inexplicably, she asked: "Is it worth it?"

Lan Yubai's figure remained motionless, as if nailed in front of the coffin. Shi Xuanling sighed, lit incense in front of the coffin, knelt down again, and then turned to look at Lan Yubai next to him, lightly He spoke softly from the bottom of his heart:

"You, the Helan clan, don't actually have to make...such a big sacrifice for the Feng clan. It's not worth it, not at all."

She took a deep breath, and the ends of her eyes turned slightly red. Thinking of the red shadow that jumped down from the pagoda that night, her chest felt tight, and the words buried deep in her heart simply came to Lan Yubai's head. It came out authentically:

"You clearly love her deeply, but for the sake of the so-called covenant, you use her, hurt her, and let her die in despair with her children. You are obviously a living person with flesh and blood, emotions and desires, why do you want to become a member of the Feng clan? Where is the knife for revenge? Have you lived your whole life just for others? Will every generation of your Helan family lose their soul, lose their true heart, lose themselves, and become the puppets of the Feng clan? "

The bell on the wrist swayed slightly due to the owner's excitement, and the crisp sound it made seemed so ethereal in the huge mourning hall, and so touching.

Shi Xuanling took a deep breath, and seeing that Lan Yubai was still unmoved and unresponsive, she couldn't help but sigh, moved closer, and said in a slower tone:
"Lan Yu... Mr. Helan, hundreds of years have passed since those grudges. The dead are gone, but the living cannot be trapped. This is true for the Feng family, and even more so for the Helan family. For the sake of an illusory dream of restoring the country. , Is it really worth giving up everything and sacrificing so many innocent lives?”

This time, Lan Yubai's figure paused. He finally turned around and stared at Shi Xuanling. After a long while, he smiled faintly, as if sarcastically——

"Descendant of the goddess? Lord of destiny? Great savior of the Feng clan? Is it really you?"

(End of this chapter)