Meng Ji was obviously a little worried about the arrangement of leaving King Jing Xian and other eight princes to carry the coffin.
He felt that although these princes had lost power, they were still noble members of the royal family, and it was very inappropriate to treat them as 'slaves'.
If you spread the word, it will definitely cause rumors.
Qi Yu smiled and said, "Brother Meng Shi is really kind-hearted. Just now, you were suppressed by them and had no way to retreat, but now you are actually helping them to speak up."
Meng Jiming said sternly: "One code means another code. Just now they took advantage of their power to bully others. It is their fault. However, if we are ravaging them for no reason, then we are being unreasonable."
"Brother, you don't know that I did this on purpose."
"On purpose? What do you think?"
Qi Yu straightened his face and said: "Sir, he died from exhaustion while trying to save the Li family. Shouldn't the Li family do something about it? This scene of the eight kings carrying the coffin happened to be a kind of
A very suitable way to give back is to return some of the favors owed to the Meng family."
"Furthermore, I want to take this opportunity to scare those princes who are unwilling to give up and ask them to be more honest with me."
"Shock?"
"That's right! After the vassal reduction order was launched, the vassal kings mainly showed three postures. The first one is to give in and give in. This type of people can be resolved by Zongzheng and Li Zuoyi with more lobbying, which is basically not enough.
The second type is the timid ones. People like them, under the joint suppression of Yin Jun and I, don't have to worry if they stir up some trouble. The only remaining third type, that is, if
Stubborn and rotten people like King Jing Xian are very unwilling to withdraw from the stage of history. They are deliberately planning and resisting, and they can be said to be unwilling to give up until they reach the Yellow River. Today, I will use strong methods to beat them and let them
See the situation clearly and let it go. It can be seen that this matter has great public and private benefits."
Meng Jiming suddenly realized: "I never thought that brother Qi Xian would have such a deep intention, but brother Yu is just shallow."
Qi Yu sighed softly and said: "Since ancient times, reducing vassal status has been a stubborn problem that has caused a headache for the country. The main reason is that it encounters the personal interests of a large number of people. If you are not careful, it will be self-defeating and cause the country to collapse.
The shock. Therefore, if you want to touch them, you must use an iron fist, and you must not act like a woman."
After hearing this, Meng Jiming stopped and did not try to persuade him any more, and just listened to his arrangements.
Next, it is time to start the funeral arrangements.
Qi Yu first changed into mourning clothes, then offered incense and kowtowed in front of the mourning hall.
Although he had warned himself a long time ago that his husband died at a healthy age, which was a rare joyful death, and he also received a posthumous title that is rare in ancient and modern times. With such a happy ending, what is there to be sad about?
However, when he actually knelt there, two lines of tears flowed out involuntarily.
The past events are vivid in my mind, just like yesterday.
Every frame and every scene makes people feel sad and sad.
It can be said that without the wise guidance of my husband, I would not have been able to pass the imperial examination. It can be said that without the special care of my husband, I would not have been able to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages in life.
In particular, his noble feelings for his family and country have directly affected his career values. This aspect is where he benefits the most.
How many such masters can there be in the world?
Alas!
During his lifetime, he was virtuous and his heart was clear, and his kindness was everlasting!
Seeing Qi Yu unable to control himself with grief, Meng Jiming had no choice but to step forward and help him up, and also comforted him with some great principles.
…
At the time of Shen, the spirit began to rise.
Walking at the front of the funeral procession was a group of suona troupes. Stimulated by the reward of silver, they all gathered their energy, worked hard, and played the ups and downs of the vocal music to the maximum volume.
Following closely behind is Mr. Feng Shui, the guide on the Huangquan Road.
Along the way, he shook the bell, scattered paper money, and muttered code words that others could not understand.
In the midst of the paper money flying around, the eight kings who attracted much attention made their coffin-carrying appearance.
It is not difficult to tell from the grinning expressions on their black faces that this pair of golden nanmu materials is definitely made of real materials. Otherwise, their backs would not be pressed into a right angle.
Among the filial sons and grandsons, Meng Jiming and Qi Yu undoubtedly have the highest status.
The two of them, one is one of the nine ministers, and the other is a high official in the border area, they are extremely eye-catching. From ancient times to the present, the number of funerals with such splendor can only be counted in the palm of a hand, right?
In addition to the two of them, Liu Quan and Yin Tao also wore sackcloth and paid filial piety and paid a grand tribute.
Seeing this, some old people couldn't help but make comments: If Mr. Meng knew that there were such two ladies of the country to see him die, he would be deeply gratified and smile.
When people grow old like this, what else can I ask for?
Judging from the overall scene, there were dignitaries wearing mourning, eight kings carrying the coffin, and ladies from both countries seeing it off together. This has reached the highest etiquette standard except for a state funeral.
And these brilliance were all created by Qi Yu, even including Meng Jiming's promotion.
This scene made the old teachers lament and sigh: It is not about having many apprentices, but about whether they strive for excellence. As long as there is someone as talented as Mr. Qi, this life will be worth it!
Mr. Meng's life was truly worth living.
Back to business.
When the sun turned westward, the funeral procession walked forward to the burial site.
The eight princes, who were almost exhausted, were all relieved. They lay on the ground panting like donkeys in the production team. They did not notice at all that their shoulders had been bruised and bleeding.
The filial sons had no time to talk to them, so they all lined up according to seniority to send Meng Lanshan off on his last journey.
The coffin was finally laid to rest.
After a series of red tape, the person in charge announced: The ceremony is over!
At this time, Qi Yu pulled Meng Jiming over and said, "You can blame me for this ownerless fiefdom. I believe that the person in the harem will definitely give me this face."
The latter hesitated slightly, but finally agreed.
The funeral is over, and it's time for everyone to go home and make some arrangements.
When he was about to set off, he discovered that the eight princes carrying the coffin had already run away in advance.
After running a long distance, King Jing Xian turned around and shouted in the distance: "Qi Yu, just wait for me. Sooner or later, I will make you pay the price."
Qi Dalang responded with disdain: "I'm always waiting and accompanying you at any time! Let's see if you have the courage."