Ugly peasant girl in space

Chapter 915 The Nightmare (4)
"Young master, no matter how you say it, you can't let Lao Wei alone in the wilderness."

Fang Shiwei's eyes were slightly red, he stood where he was, feeling uncomfortable, the old Wei had a family and a son, the last time the two met, the old Wei was still joking that his son was going to marry a wife soon, so he asked him to prepare the gift money, and the result was that It didn't take long for the two to be separated forever.

"Well, take it to Pingyang for burial."

Chunyu Wen stood in the shadow of the moonlight, unable to see his emotions, his voice was very soft, he turned his head, and the tall figure disappeared in place, he didn't say anything unnecessary, Qingli knew that he was not good at expressing his emotions, but He must be very sad when his loyal subordinates encountered an accident.

The north wind was howling, and Qingli's messy hair was flying in a mess. She raised her head and looked at the moon on the other side of the sky. , Another weird night.

Chunyu Wen walked very slowly, each step was solid, and there were clear footprints on the snow.His tall back was extremely lonely, Qingli suddenly felt distressed, she quickly ran two steps to catch up, held his hand, and the two fingers interlaced.

Guard Fang bowed to the corpse, and then picked up the old guard from the snow. Nanny Yu and Mai Ya, with pale complexions, slowly followed Guard Fang and got into the carriage. Come to the crisp sound.

After touching the corpse, Qingli used the spiritual spring water in the space to wash her hands carefully before getting into the car. She leaned close to Chunyu Wen's side and looked at his complexion, which was still the kind of deep contoured face, with a stern look all over her body. On the scene, his lips were tightly pursed, showing no emotion, only by looking at his deep eyes seriously, could he catch a trace of pain in it.

The veins on the back of Chunyu's hand popped, and Qingli quickly broke away his hand and stuffed her own on it, "It's Yelu Churen who appeared, right?"

"Well, the dagger stuck in the chest is obvious."

The two were still discussing this issue just now. After Yelu Churen arrived in the Northland, he would not be able to hide his identity, and he might provoke everyone. As the discoverer, Lao Wei had already been killed, so would there be more people who became that person? A perverted object of venting anger?

Qingli gritted her teeth, Fengyang and Pingyang are so big, it might be easy to find a group of people, if they spread out, it would be tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, in the face of provocation, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, everyone has no choice but to increase their efforts. Keep searching.

The carriage was very quiet, and neither of them spoke. Qingli wanted to open her mouth, but felt that any words were pale. After a long time, she felt a little confused. She rested her head on Chunyu's lap, put her arms around his waist, and fell asleep. past.

Chunyu Wen stroked Qingli's soft hair with his hands, and covered her with a quilt, fearing that she would be uncomfortable, so he kept this posture, sitting still, until the sky turned pale.

By Chunyuwen's side, Qingli always didn't need to be on guard, and slept peacefully all night. When she woke up, the oil lamp was still lit in the carriage, the windows and doors were closed, and the sky outside could not be seen. She rubbed her eyes and asked "Is it daylight?"

"Well, come on, let's sleep again."

Chunyu Wen took this opportunity to move his stiff legs, and then patted Qingli on the back, "I'm calling you when I enter Pingyang."

"No, I'm a little hungry too."

Qingli sat up, took a sip of hot tea and rinsed her mouth. She put the chicken soup she made yesterday on the small red clay stove, and found a greased paper bag in the small cabinet of the carriage, which contained several pork and green onion stuffing. steamed stuffed bun.

After the chicken soup was hot, there was a burst of aroma from the carriage. She took out the bowls, chopsticks and small plates from the sliding door of the small table, poured vinegar, soy sauce, chili sauce and other dipping ingredients, and pushed them to Chunyu Fan, "The buns are specially for you. It’s done, I can drink chicken soup and eat a steamed bun.”

Not long after the two of them finished their breakfast, the carriage arrived not far from the Pingyang City Gate. Outside the window, there was a burst of mourning and crying.

"In the twelfth lunar month of winter, if there is a funeral at home, you don't have to think about having a good year."

Qingli sighed and opened the car window. She didn't want to watch such excitement, the crying was too close, and everyone said that the dead were the most important. She wanted to tell the driver that her group was not in a hurry, so it was better to let the funeral procession pass first. , to make way for them.

There was only one woman in this funeral procession, and the rest were all men. They were all dressed in white mourning clothes, and the elders were crying. The effect could be imagined. It was so majestic that Qing Li wanted to cover her ears.

There was one person holding a spirit banner in front, and eight people were carrying a coffin. The coffin was quite exquisite, half the size of the normal one, with beautifully carved flowers around it, and on both sides were people beating gongs, drums and suona. With a paper horse, keep throwing paper money.

The funeral procession looked like five or sixty people. What Qingli was puzzled about was that this group of people were crying, but they couldn’t feel any sadness. , straight forward.

Qingli shook her head and sighed. In a team, no one was really sad for death, but found a few people who were secretly laughing. Although they were crying on the surface, there was a look of relief in their eyes, as if the death of this person was something everyone had been looking forward to for a long time .

"People's hearts are not ancient!"

Qingli wanted to tell the coachman to make way, but these people kept their eyes on the same pace as her own carriage. She felt a little unhappy, closed the window, covered her ears with her hands, and listened to the dirge early in the morning. Corpse, but everyone has not prepared the coffin for entering the city, and they feel a little guilty when they think about it.

The coachmen seemed to be deliberately avoiding the funeral procession and giving way to the crowd, but these people seemed to be more deliberate. The carriage was slow, and they also pretended to be sick. The carriage was fast, and the coffin-bearers immediately cheered up and walked like flying. At the gate of the city, these people were still following.

"What are you doing? Are you going to enter the city? Usually, the burial is in the ancestral grave. This person died in a foreign land?"

Being tortured by mourning and music for a long time, Qingli was very irritable, she drank a glass of water gulply, if the other party was not attending a funeral, she really wanted to go over and snatch those suona, gongs and drums, throw them away, and sound upset.

At the gate of the city, there were people who were preparing to line up in the capital early. Pingyang City received an order, and the interrogation was very strict. The soldiers were neatly dressed in military uniform, wearing cotton hats and gloves, and they were checking the carriages very carefully.

The queue lined up in double rows, Qingli opened the car window, and said hello when she was about to see the soldiers, so as not to be checked. There was still a corpse in the carriage, which was a bit inconvenient. She looked around, and the funeral procession on the side kept pace with the carriage. Consistent, also awaiting inspection.

"Masters, this is our guide. The deceased is the little girl's aunt, a person from Pingyang, who died in a foreign land. This time, she wants to return to her roots."

(End of this chapter)