Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 288 Death of Li Jing
Xia Lin followed her a few steps and came to the entrance of the medical school. She had just counted to two when a burst of crying suddenly broke out inside.

Dong Niang stopped and looked up, letting out a long sigh.

Xia Lin thought she was sighing because someone had passed away, but she almost tripped over her words: "You didn't learn the skills well enough to make me sigh like this."

"oops……"

Xia Lin stood at the door with his teeth bared and his hands on his hips: "What do you say now?"

Dong Niang silently threw the medicine to the medical student who was walking in, then turned to Xia Lin and said, "I'm hungry."

"Go, go, go, eat."

The two of them actually got along quite well, because Dong Niang basically only talked to Xia Lin and Sun Simiao, and she had no communication with anyone else except for daily work matters.

The two of them sat down on the second floor of a small shop diagonally opposite the medical school and watched the soldiers from the medical school coming in and out, bringing in funeral supplies and moving yellow paper, funeral clothes and other things.

After all, Li Jing was a duke and the commander-in-chief of the Shanhai Iron Cavalry of the New Taipei Prefecture Army, so his death caused quite a stir.

"The story of a military god ends here."

Xia Lin sighed with emotion. He had missed this most legendary general before he even met Li Jing. He was gone after all. It must be related to the completely different trend of history. According to the time, he should be fighting against the Turks in the northern border at this point.

If that were the case, he could have lived a few more years or even twenty more years, because the northern Xinjiang is dry and not as cold and humid as it was in Shanhaiguan. The environment aggravated his illness, and even Doctor Sun was powerless to save him.

Now, the only person of the previous generation in the Wei Dynasty who can be called a military god is Lao Guo. I think he will be quite sad after hearing this news.

"What's the big deal? Everyone is going to die eventually. In the end, they're all buried in a small box. There are differences. For someone like him, there should be three layers, while ordinary people only have one layer. If you come across someone who died of poverty, they might just be buried with a rolled-up straw mat. I've seen this a lot."

Dong Niang's words were neither salty nor bland. Her understanding of death was different from that of normal people. I don't know if she was a little stupid or she really had such an open-minded view of death. Anyway, she didn't have any particularly specific feelings about death. Most of the time, she was very calm and even cold.

"When you die, I can help you bury you."

Xia Lin was startled: "Thank you..."

At this time, the wooden coffin containing Li Jing had been carried out of the medical school, and many soldiers appeared around to clear the way.

Xia Lin thought this was normal. After all, the treatment for a duke was considered simple.

But he didn't finish his meal. He just took two bites and stood up and said, "You eat by yourself. I have to show my face over there."

Dong Niang didn't waste any time talking to him. She just sat there and started eating. However, she felt from the bottom of her heart that death was not a big deal. Everyone is destined to die.

But Xia Lin was different. He was the highest-ranking official in the county. Now that the Duke had died in his place, he had to step forward to help arrange things.

Li Jing's family members were accompanying him. Xia Lin even changed into plain clothes and rushed over. After greeting the family members, he asked about the funeral of Li Jing's son.

The only pity is that Li Jing’s son is not named Nezha…

"The Duke of Wei will definitely be buried with Anling. Let's place all the ceremonial objects here first, and then quietly wait for the emperor's order." Xia Lin sat next to him and whispered to Li Jing's son, "Don't be too sad, my son. I will take care of the Duke's funeral. You have worked hard these days, so please take care of yourself."

Li Jing's son was actually forty years old now. After hearing what Xia Lin said, he sighed and bowed to him: "Then I'll trouble you, Lord Xia. My father mentioned you many times when he was alive. He said that among the younger generation, the only one who was proficient in the art of war was the Tao. It was a pity that he came here because you were in exile and he didn't get to meet you. It's a pity."

"Hey~"

Xia Lin sighed from the bottom of his heart: "That's not the Duke's regret, it's clearly my regret! Okay, Prince, I'll go prepare some food for you guys first, don't tire yourself out. Don't worry about the ceremonial matters."

As they were talking, a man in gorgeous clothes walked in from outside. He was very tall, handsome, and had a resolute and powerful look. After entering the room, he first took the incense and candles, lit them, and then bowed twice to Li Jing's coffin, but his expression was still a little arrogant. Although his etiquette was correct, it was unpleasant to look at.

"Duke." Li Jing's son stood up and saluted. Xia Lin looked the man up and down, thinking to himself that this must be the Duke of Fanyang, Lu Chengqing. He looked quite respectable and not very old, probably about the same age as Lao Zhang.

This must be the person... He gives off an uncomfortable vibe and the way he looks at people isn't right.

People are interesting. Some people hit it off right away, even if both of you look like goblins. But some people are unlikable at first sight.

The man in front of me is just like that. He gives people a very bad impression at first sight. Although he looks handsome, there is a sense of evil between his brows.

There was a gloom between his brows. It is said that eyes are the windows to the soul, and this is not nonsense at all. Anyway, Xia Lin saw the smile and pride in the eyes of the Duke of Fanyang at the first sight.

He could see it, but the Li family's eldest son might not see it. However, it was not convenient for him to say anything in this situation. He just turned around and glanced at Xia Lin. The two of them looked at each other tacitly, and the Li family's eldest son waved his hand gently.

The Duke of Fanyang was bewildered by their series of actions, but he was too lazy to say anything more. He just walked around with his hands behind his back and said, "The Duke of Weiguo didn't die of old age after all."

At this moment, Xia Lin stood up and kicked him to his knees. The Prince Li next to him was stunned by him, but then Xia Lin threw away all his dignity. He grabbed the Duke of Fanyang by the hair and kowtowed to Li Jing three times.

A big purple bump suddenly appeared on his forehead. He stood up and was ready to make a scene in the funeral hall, but Xia Lin drew his sword: "If you scream again, I'll stab you to death."

As the saying goes, the soft are afraid of the hard, and the hard are afraid of those who are not afraid of death. Who wouldn't feel nervous when seeing someone who is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes?

"Do you know who I am?"

"I know your grandma!"

Xia Lin grabbed his hair and kicked him to the ground from behind. He pressed his knee on his back and grabbed his hair hard, causing his neck to tilt upward.

Prince Li standing by was stunned. This was obviously a way of killing people among the soldiers. As long as the dagger was slashed down, even gods would not be able to save.

"I've been tolerating you for a long time because I saw you acting like this. You're from the Fanyang Lu family, right? Go back and ask your family who gave you the ability to make trouble in front of Pharmacist Li's corpse. Go and ask, between the Shanhai Elite Cavalry and the Po Lu Heavy Armor, who can your fucking Lu family stand up to!"

"My dear brother!" Prince Li stepped forward and sighed, "Forget it, forget it. Don't be angry."

Xia Lin loosened his grip and kicked Lu Chengqing on the leg: "Get lost!"

Seeing him limping away with eyes full of resentment, Xia Lin sat back down. However, Li Shizi beside him whispered, "Don't be angry, my dear brother."

"No matter what, Marshal Li was a great contributor who guarded the country's borders for twenty years. I can't stand seeing him being bullied by BYD after he left. This is because my godfather is not here, otherwise I would have cut off one of his ears to serve as a snack to Uncle Pharmacist."

This is true. If Old Guo were here, it would be a big deal. No matter what Lu or Zhang family is, they would not be called Guo Da unless they break one of his legs.

"My dear brother, ah..." Li Shizi shook his head gently: "If father were still alive, they would never dare to do this. Now that father is gone, they are here to test the truth. The noble families are always in a state of decline. You have offended them this time, so they will inevitably attack you."

"Why would I, a barefoot man, be afraid of those guys wearing shoes? If they piss me off, I'll shoot them all."

After hearing what he said and did, Prince Li felt angry, amused and a little moved. He hadn't seen such a pure soldier for many years. It turned out that he was a descendant of Guo Da.

"They probably came here because they heard rumors. I guess..." Prince Li looked around, then leaned close to Xia Lin's ear and said, "Disarmament."

"disarmament!?"

Prince Li nodded gently: "In recent years, there has been a trend in the court that the heavy armor in various places is a waste of money and manpower and should be eliminated."

"I dare you!" Xia Lin slapped his thigh and said, "If we cut the army, who will guard the country's borders?"

Prince Li looked back at his father's coffin, his eyes red with helplessness and sadness, "Of course there is someone there, huh..."

(End of this chapter)