Three hundred and fortieth chapters do not want to live
"Don't lose your loyalty and obedience, serve him well, and then you can keep his position and keep his sacrifices. Mobile version https:m." [The Book of Filial Piety·Shi Chapter 5]
Just when the emperor was enjoying the rain in Qingliang Hall, on the same night, the Yang family's house in Chang'an City was also counting the sounds of rain.
"Listen." Yang Yi, who was standing by the window and staring at the night, suddenly turned around, and with the sound of rain falling outside the window, he said to everyone in the room: "It's raining."
"The rain has extinguished the drought, and the people in Guanzhong have been saved. This is a happy event." Guang Luxun and Yang Biao were sitting on the couch and said lightly, but his tone was not very brisk. He moved his eyes to the bed on one side. At this time, it was already
It was late at night, and the lights were still bright in the room. The relatives of the Hongnong Yang family were all waiting here. Yang Biao looked at Yang Zan, who was as breathless as a gossamer on the bed, and the five-faced lieutenant general who was sitting opposite him with his eyes closed in meditation.
Yang Zhong, as well as Yang Qi, who had been staying close to the hospital bed for the past two days, resulting in a thin face, suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted.
"Yu Luo, tomorrow I will go to the palace with all the ministers to congratulate Your Majesty." Yang Zhong suddenly opened his eyes and said with great energy.
Yang Yi blew the cool breeze by the window for a while, then walked over and said, "Sincerity is the blessing of the country! As soon as it rained, the rumors in Guanzhong were broken without warning. The court, which had been suppressed for so long, can finally take a breather."
Feeling the night breeze blowing from the window behind her, Yang Qi said dissatisfiedly: "Close the window!"
The youngest Yang Xiu immediately stood up from Yang Biao without waiting for instructions and walked to the half-open window. Outside the window was a dark courtyard, with planted sycamores and osmanthus trees blending into the night. There were people gathering in the sky.
The thick ink clouds slightly revealed a lead-gray light on the edge of the clouds, and the outlines of the houses and pavilions were looming in the continuous rainy night. Yang Xiu closed the window to isolate the drizzle that had been falling for a long time.
Yang Yi muttered a few words as if he was dissatisfied. After all, he was impressed by Yang Qi's prestige in the clan and sat down beside Yang Zhong obediently.
Minister Ling Yang Zan has been lingering on the bed since he suffered from heat stroke. He first suffered from a minor illness, and then somehow caused a hidden disease in his body. Coupled with his old age, it quickly deteriorated rapidly, so fast that even the imperial doctor who inspected him could not help it.
Didn't have time to react.
As Yang Qi, who has the closest relationship with Yang Zan, has been running around to take care of him for several days. However, manpower is ultimately unable to match the destiny. Until today, the imperial doctor regretfully said goodbye and left, and asked to prepare for the funeral. As Yang Zan's direct descendant,
When the minister of the court ordered that when he was about to die, all the Yang family members should see him off at his bedside.
The room became silent for a moment. Yang Zan, who was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, suddenly heard a few vague sounds of phlegm coming from his throat. He managed to open his eyes and looked at everyone, and finally moved his eyes to Yang Qi: "... Next
Is it raining?”
"Get off." Yang Qi tucked Yang Zan's quilt, nodded and said, "You can sleep a little longer."
Yang Zan shook his head. Perhaps he had been asleep for too long, and his mind was unusually clear when he woke up: "Your Majesty, please be at ease."
"Uncle Ma Weng has also been ill in the past two days. Dong Cheng is the only one left in the Chengming Palace who is arrogant and unrestrained, and Zhao Zirou is also offering sacrifices." Yang Yi heard this sigh and couldn't help but said: "In this troubled year, who can do it again?"
To be honest, I feel at ease.”
"Don't talk about other things here." Yang Qi glanced at Yang Yi dissatisfied.
"It's okay, it's okay, let him say it." Yang Zan raised his hand with difficulty to stop Yang Qi, and looked at everyone: "What's wrong with Uncle Ma Weng?"
Yang Zhong's eyes wandered around the room, and he said calmly: "It's nothing more than what powerful men would do when they are hungry in a bad year. Uncle Ma Weng may not necessarily do it himself, but after all, it is the Ma family who leads Fufeng.
What the country hates the most these days is this kind of behavior. The Ma family is also a high-ranking family, so it is a pity that they still cannot control their true intentions when encountering small profits."
"Hasn't my family ever done this before?" Yang Biao suddenly looked at a certain place rudely.
Yang Yi suddenly felt unnatural. He was restless on the couch and said with a guilty conscience: "With lush trees, there will always be some broken branches and leaves. Even if the branches are straight and straight, how can they be controlled? What's more, they have already been restrained.
Already..."
"What about Hongnong?" Yang Zan looked at Yang Qi, his eyes cloudy.
"Hongnong was just some villagers fighting over water and weapons. It has been settled long ago." Yang Qi patted Yang Zan's hand and said with relief.
Yang Zan sighed and said, "I'm afraid it will implicate me and others." Then, he added, "What did Huang Ziyan say?"
"After this rain, if nothing unexpected happens, Huang Ziyan will make a comeback." Yang Qi whispered, his eyes dark and his voice a little tired: "He is reliable after all. In addition, I see the recent public opinion between the government and the public, Uncle Ma Weng may not
It’s because of this that I became jealous.”
Yang Zan's eyes darkened and he said no more.
Several people said a few words lukewarmly, but they didn't let Yang Zan worry too much about external affairs, but Yang Zan understood in his heart that it was better to hide one's strength and bide one's time. These days, Yang Zan's mind was sometimes sober and sometimes chaotic.
Unexpectedly, he didn't know if it was a dream or reality, everything that happened in the past reappeared before his eyes. He seemed to have returned to the spring of the third year of Chuping, when it rained continuously for more than 60 days in Guanzhong. He, Wang Yun, and Shi Sunrui went on the stage to worship the heaven.
Qing Ji, on the high platform with almost no one nearby, the three of them made a plan to kill Dong.
Then there was that day again. After learning that the emperor had recovered from his illness, he was extremely smart and saw through their plot. At that time, Wang Yun still didn't think so. He was the only one who privately sought out Yang Qi and persuaded him to seize the emperor's line and help the Yang family.
The emperor made a fortune in this dynasty.
When did the emperor start to be wary of them, and when did they stop supporting the emperor in every way?
Yang Zan kept the last moment of clarity in his mind. He held Yang Qi's hand tightly, just as he had asked Yang Qi to make a decision behind Wang Yun's back at the Chancellery: "Ma Rixi is too selfish..."
Unfortunately, in the middle of his words, Yang Zan started coughing violently. Yang Qi and others saw that his face turned a strange red color, and there was a "ho ho" sound in his throat, and he was about to die. Everyone was shocked and busy.
He seemed to be leaning forward, but Yang Zan was at a loss for words at this time. He held Yang Qi tightly with one hand and said vaguely: "Husband... I don't want to fight."
"Princess decoration!" Yang Qi's face suddenly changed, he stood up hastily, fell back two steps, and his body was unstable.
The eldest son Yang Liang on the side had quick eyes and quick hands, and immediately reached out to support Yang Qi, but at this time Yang Qi was already at a loss. The servants outside the house heard the shouts, caught a glimpse of the situation, and began to sob softly one by one.
There was no peace in the mansion that night, and the heavy rain at night stopped at some point. Dozens of servants in the mansion kept walking in and out on the slippery road. They brought in the funeral rites that had been prepared.
, although there is still a curfew at this time, everything must be prepared before the news is spread at dawn.
Yang Qi sat on the side in a daze, while Yang Biao, Yang Zhong and others cheered up the family and made arrangements one by one. Yang Xiu followed his father on the side. Yang Zan was considered his uncle after all, and he wanted to do something with him.
But Yang Biao took advantage of the fact that there was no one around and secretly pulled Yang Xiu and told him: "Go back and rest. You will enter the palace tomorrow to report the mourning to His Majesty."
"But..." Yang Xiu seemed to have something to say.
"It's nothing." Yang Biao glared at him and said seriously: "Fortunately, the imperial court is in charge of a happy event. This funeral cannot be too big. It will attract less attention and let the country remember its affection... You have to remember