Liu Yuan did not get any more information from her son. She did not leave the city for the time being, so she sent a letter to her family in Jiangbei to inform her of her upcoming visit. The biggest event in Sui City was that Mr. Cheng was finally going to be buried.

Originally, only white flags were tied at the city gate. On the day of the funeral, the people in the city spontaneously hung white lanterns at the door and held the white flags conditionally. Except for the students from Hengshan Academy, all students from other academies also wore white.

, standing on the street.

At first glance, the street is completely white!

After Qin Feng and Xiao Lingyao got together, they went to the street and saw this scene. Those scholars regarded Mr. Cheng Wu as a sage. They had expressed condolences before but still didn't feel sad. Today, they will be buried forever!

For a time, some students could not suppress the grief in their hearts and began to sob before the coffin came out of the palace.

Sad, desolate.

Even though Qin Feng disagreed in his heart with Mr. Cheng's behavior of preferring to live in pieces rather than live in ruins, to protect his reputation and to clarify his ambitions by dying, he was still saddened by its ending, and the sad cries he heard in his ears were so sad.

He also felt sad in his heart.

Xiao Lingyao had said all the comforting words she could before, and she also knew Qin Feng's disapproval. The trouble was that he had an insight into Mr. Cheng's death intention and had the ability to save him from death, but he finally let him go.

Now that the dust has settled, I looked towards the palace gate from the corner of my eye and saw Nuo Da's funeral procession slowly approaching, the mourners getting closer and closer.

Someone suddenly shouted with disbelief in his voice: "Is the person holding the coffin your Majesty?"

Emperor Yuan once appeared in Yuchun Tower, and many people had seen his true appearance. Qin Feng then raised his eyes and looked at the passing team. He could have stood in the funeral crowd, but he chose to remain calm.

Give the elderly a ride.

There was a sarcastic smile on his lips. This was a situation that had been expected for a long time. Today's funeral procession must be full of false pretences. Now, it has been verified.

Seemingly reading his thoughts, Xiao Lingyao sighed: "No one has ever been treated like this before, and I am afraid that no one who comes after him will be treated like this. This time, His Majesty has really given up his identity completely. How shocked are the people, and how much should his reputation be increased?

"

If the royal palace's condolence is a great way to win over students, personally carrying the coffin today is a huge stone that hits the hearts of the people, enough to cause a storm. Even if it has been a long time, today's scene is still full of color!

Is this the emperor's plan? Qin Feng's mouth froze: "I learned it, but I feel deeply sad."

The young emperor of Nanying still knew how to revitalize agriculture, win over East Vietnam, which was able to trade in the northern desert, and try his best to strengthen maritime defense. Why did Emperor Yuan always play with power? A silent anger arose spontaneously, and Qin Feng's chest stirred.

With great sorrow and indignation!

"Long live your majesty!"

The crowd around them began to kneel down, making Qin Feng and Xiao Lingyao who had been standing stand out. Xiao Lingyao let out a long sigh and pulled Qin Feng to kowtow quickly. Almost at the same time, a voice burst out from Qin Feng's heart - Destroy, rebuild!

He clenched his hands fiercely, and the sending team came over. Sure enough, it was Emperor Yuan who was holding the coffin, accompanied by Shuangxiang on the left and right. The first emperor and Shuangxiang personally held the coffin. The people were even more shocked and cheered again——

"Long live your Majesty!"

Qin Feng lowered his head and closed his eyes, unable to hear the cry. Emperor Yuan's move successfully overshadowed all the limelight. It was obviously a funeral day, but he was respected and kowtowed by thousands of people. What a great irony!

"A pot of turbid wine has exhausted the rest of my joy. I'll say goodbye to the cold dreams tonight. I'll see you off now, full of love!"

Poems were suddenly being recited from the crowd. Qin Feng looked up and saw a man in white clothes standing up, with his hands raised, saluting the coffin. It was Mr. Zhou who came to the city gate that day to bring a letter for Mr. Cheng Wu.

Mr. Zhou was born thin, but his voice was loud and clear: "Student bids farewell to his teacher!"

The students in white clothes stood up slowly, and there were more and more of them, one, two, three. They leaned on each other and made the same movements as Mr. Zhou: "A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, don't sleep in the cold tonight,

Today I send my husband off, and we are full of farewell love!

"Students bid farewell to their mentor!"

This scene made Qin Feng's eyes sore, and tears welled up in his eyes. He stood up with Xiao Lingyao, and also bent over and held his hands, but did not say a word. Good go, sir. If there is a reincarnation in the world, I hope you will be born in Huasheng.

At this time, see a different kind of scenery!

Not only Hengshan Academy, but all the students stood up one after another. Various farewell poems continued to be heard on both sides of the road, and finally they all turned into one sentence - "Farewell Sir!"

Cheng Wu, one of the business cards of this dynasty, has come to an end. He is no longer a tool or pawn for the imperial power. He fought with death and finally kept his name clear and no longer allowed himself to be reduced to a tool.

Qin Feng looked at the back of Emperor Yuan. The emperor, who was still holding the coffin, never thought that these students had such ambitions. They may be partial to others, but the clarity in their hearts is still there!

Listening to the chants and cheers all over the street, Qin Feng finally smiled. Sir, listen carefully. Even though there are profit-seeking villains like Lu Ming, there are still many hopes in the world. After all, the one who will push this era forward is

He is a person of firm belief and creativity!

The mournful music went away, and there were endless farewells. Qin Feng did not follow the crowd and walked in the opposite direction with Xiao Lingyao. Finally, he stopped in a quiet place, stepped aside, and watched the crowd go away.

The white lanterns on the street were dazzling, and both of their hands were tied up. When their eyes met, Xiao Lingyao was delighted to find that the look of grief in Qin Feng's eyes was less, and more relief and determination.

"You will be the master in the future, and you will never let this happen." Xiao Lingyao whispered in his ear: "When it happens now, it is a precept that you need to break in the future. Isn't it a harvest...

"

"Why don't you two just follow the crowd and come here instead?" A loud voice interrupted the charming atmosphere between the two of them. Qin Feng raised his head in displeasure. This boy from the Guo family couldn't even get married.

, what else should I do?

Guo Shitong was leaning against a tree, holding a piece of grass root he got from nowhere in his mouth, looking at the two people with burning eyes - they were so close just now, and he spoke with so much energy, tut.

This Young Master Leng is also very good-looking. He is a man with thin skin and tender flesh. His eyes are like spring water. However, when he looks at me, there is a bit of coldness in his eyes.

Guo Shitong stood up straighter.

"There are so many people who send each other off, and it's the same with each other in our hearts." How could Qin Feng not know that death is like a lamp going out? No matter how sad he is, he can't bring the old man back to life. Look at Guo Shitong, who is also dressed in white today.
Chapter completed!