The Great Seminary

Chapter 119 Sudden Death (Part )

Medicine cannot cure incurable diseases.

No matter how correct the rescue is, it is impossible to save a dead person's life.

After struggling for a long time, Li Yunbo's body finally became colder and stiffer.

The doctor who arrived saw that Zhang Gui couldn't even get the ginseng soup down his throat, and shook his head solemnly at him.

"General, please forgive me. I'm afraid Li Zaicheng has passed away and entered the paradise."

Although Zhang Gui's heart was boiling like a suppressed volcano, he did not lose his mind.

In order to verify his guess, he asked with a gloomy face:
"Then may I ask, sir, what was the cause of Lord Li's death?"

"I'm not very knowledgeable. When I arrived, Li Jae-seong already had no pulse, so it's hard to determine the cause of death."

The doctor answered with difficulty.

Zhang Gui said no more, waved his hand to call over several personal soldiers on duty, and carried Li Yunbo to the nearest military camp.

He ordered someone to ride as fast as possible to deliver the letter to the Li family in Muxiangchuan.

And that night he quietly teleported the rented alchemy ship back to the dock of the Civilization Pioneer City.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

The team of soldiers who went to deliver the letter returned to Zhihai Town.

It is said that after the bad news reached the main residence of the Li family in Muxiangchuan, they were treated to a delicious meal.

He also gave a full one hundred taels of money as a funeral notice, but the person in charge was nowhere to be seen.

The answer to the question is just three words: "I know."

Finally, the soldier who delivered the letter felt that in the scorching hot weather of July, even if the dead body was kept cool with saltpeter, it would still stink and rot after two or three days.

Afraid of being blamed, he had to return to Zhihai Town alone.

In the mourning hall used as a military camp.

Li Yunbo was wearing the uniform of a fifth-rank official and lying in a fine cypress coffin.

There was a thick layer of ice outside the coffin.

There was a foot-long altar at the head of the coffin, and on the three-foot-long table in the middle was written:

'The deity of Li Yunbo, a fifth-rank official under the command of the Dragon and Tiger Generals of the Song Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty.'

On both sides of the tablet stood huge white candles that could burn for several days, flashing with flames as big as beans.

Zhang Gui sat cross-legged on the hemp mat beside the altar.
There was a copper basin with a diameter of five feet at hand.

Paper ashes are flying around in the basin.

When he saw the messenger team coming back covered in dust and without the Li family members wearing white mourning clothes following them, he already knew what was going on.

Without waiting to report, he said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, go down and rest."

The team leader was slightly stunned, knowing that the general had seen through the cold-bloodedness of Li Zaicheng's people, and he couldn't help feeling even more indignant.

He took out the money given by the Li family for announcing the death from his pocket.

"General, this is the hard-earned money given to us by the Li family of Muxiangchuan, and we don't want any of it.

Before you came to Zhihai, Lord Li took care of the food, drink, and toilet of all the villagers.

I don’t know how much I owe him.

Take me for example, when my mother died, it was all thanks to him that she was able to be sent off in a dignified manner.

My son was cutting firewood at the foot of the mountain and was bitten by a poisonous snake.

It was the elixir he gave me that saved my life.

So I am willing to wear mourning for Li Jae-seong.

Many elderly people in our town are also happy about it.

Please grant me your blessing, General."

Zhang Gui picked up half a knife of paper money, lit it with the remaining fire in the copper basin, and said quietly:

“Those who accumulate good will surely be blessed.

Mr. Li is the most kind-hearted elder I have ever met, and he deserves this blessing.

Just don't force it.

What do you think, sir?

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in a dark-colored robe walked into the mourning hall.

"Longhu is truly amazing. I thought I had mastered the art of teleportation, but it still didn't escape your notice."

Zhang Gui smiled faintly and thought to himself:

"As long as you are not an inorganic substance other than gold or silver, invading my 'land' is like a flea on a bald head. It is obvious at a glance."

But he said nothing, waiting for the young man to explain his origins.

Sure enough, after bowing solemnly to Li Yunbo's spirit tablet several times, the young man stood up and bowed to Zhang Gui.
"Uncle Yunbo is my grandfather's brother, though he is five generations removed from me, we are from the same clan.

So I came to deliver it after hearing the bad news.”

There are two generations between the grandfather and grandson, and nine generations between the ancestor above them, so they have to go back further to make up for the blood relationship.

These relatives are so far away.

Zhang Gui couldn't help but laugh and said:
"There is a big shot hiding in Zhihai Town right now, so I understand that your Muxiangchuan Li family is unwilling to get involved.

If you are not coming, why are you here? Ah, are you the leader of the younger generation of the clan?"

"I can't be called the leader." The young man said politely.

"With that tone, that's it." Zhang Gui stood up and returned the greeting. "What's your name, sir?"

"I am just the grandson of Uncle Zaicheng."

The young man did not give his name. He took out a full set of mourning clothes from his sleeve and put them on calmly. "I came here just to send off my ancestors."

"Jie Zi hid in Mount Sumeru.

In my entire life, I have risen from a kid selling shrimp paste to a fourth-rank general.

This is the first time I have seen a 'storage bag' today.

It's no wonder the Muxiangchuan Li family has always been able to suppress the Pingyang Zhang family. They have a very strong foundation."

The young man was startled, gathered his sleeves, and gently corrected:
"This is 'Ten Sleeves'."

At the same time, in the Zhihai Town Yamen, which is the backyard of the "Imperial Commissioner of the Eastern Guangdong Sea Patrol".

Prince Zhen sat in Zhang Gui's favorite pavilion.

Looking at the picture in front of him composed of black and white gloomy wind, his brows frowned slightly.

When the black and white wind screen turned into a funeral scene, he broke the spell.

Said irritably:
"I originally thought that killing an old chicken would scare two monkeys, and at the same time free up the position of the Prime Minister of the Zhihai Shogunate, which is like killing three birds with one stone.

It seems that the two monkeys are frightened now, but hatred is greater than fear, so it is better for you to take action. Hey, don't be angry, uncle.

Let me just say this, there is no prince in the world who really ascended the throne by killing his own ministers.

Don't worry, as long as General Longhu and the Li family of Mu Xiangchuan don't defect to other brothers.

I won’t touch them.”

The skinny middle-aged man sitting opposite King Zhen finally calmed down after hearing this and stood up to leave. He hurriedly asked:

"Uncle, please stop talking nonsense in front of me.

Can't you just tell me what to do next?"

The middle-aged man raised two fingers, then bent one.
"First, since you left the capital, I am no longer your uncle, but Mr. Yin, the aide of the Emperor.

Second, if the road to "seizing the throne" requires a long journey of thousands of miles to complete.

So now we are just starting out.

With my own strength, I can hammer a few nails even if I am made of iron.

You must learn how to use people and gather everyone's strength to succeed.

Otherwise, even if I give you that seat, it would be harming you.

What's more, the boy who pointed out Zhihai Town at the same time as me, although young, is by no means an ordinary person.

It's a pity that we can't use it as a national talent."

After saying this, the middle-aged man bent his second finger, turned around and walked away.

King Zhen looked at his uncle's receding back, scratched his hair, and shouted loudly:

"Xiao Yanzi, Xiao Yanzi, did you hear the advice from my uncle, Mr. Yin?

Go and call over the teachers from the Imperial College, discuss what to do tomorrow, and then go to sleep."

"Yes."

A young eunuch with a face as beautiful as a beautiful woman appeared out of nowhere.

He answered the call behind King Zhen, but no one knew where he went.

(End of this chapter)