Chapter 99 Come on, come on, pry open the coffin and

go out of the city gate. Ying Yin, with a sad face, greeted the funeral procession carrying the coffin.

In the suburbs, the cold wind was rustling.

This place is sparsely populated, and the surroundings were all white, with traces of being covered by snow.

The soldiers appeared in a neat and uniform manner.

They were all dressed in plain clothes, with white belts around their waists. They carried the coffin and could not hide their grief, and moved forward numbly.

No one spoke.

Only one or two sobs were heard occasionally.

There were also unknown strange birds calling randomly, and

the loneliness in the suburbs was magnified again and again, and the depression and bleakness enveloped the sky.

Xiao Huaiyan did not make any more troubles, staring at the coffin, and became extremely silent.

On the way back, white lanterns were hung high on both sides of the road, funeral banners swayed in the wind, and paper money flew.

The sadness of mourning can be seen everywhere.

The coffin was finally carried into the mourning hall specially set up at the post station.

Ying Yin took three incense sticks and lit them.

I don't know if he said it to the person in the coffin, or to himself, or to the officials behind him.

"When the news of your death reached Shangjing, the wife of Duke Shun fell seriously ill and has not recovered yet."

Ying Yin was in a complicated mood.

In fact, what Xiao Huaiyan said was not wrong.

He did envy Wei Zhao.

He was a prince, but he was not born in the middle palace, so he was a head shorter than the prince.

In order to make his father look at him more, he worked hard and made a lot of efforts over the years, so that he could stand out among the princes. Only then did he get the favor of his father and everything went smoothly.

But what about Wei Zhao?

He is two years younger than him, but his writing is much better than his.

Wei Zhao doesn't work hard at ordinary times, but he is a good seedling in the mouth of the Taifu.

After Wei Zhao became a military general, he won merits many times. As long as Wei Zhao is there, he is the focus. He and the prince have become foils.

Even the father always says it's a pity every time he mentions it.

What a pity? It's

a pity that Wei Zhao is not a prince?

The children of their Wei family are able to make good decisions from generation to generation, which is really disgusting.

But now that he is dead, Ying Yin may not be relieved.

If the border is turbulent, who else can...

The court may not be able to find another Wei Zhao.

He sighed heavily: "I wanted to treat you to a drink after returning victorious this time, but there is no chance anymore."

He inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Pour a cup of wine on the ground.

"Go back. Shunguo Mansion, I will help you take care of it."

As he said, he retreated to a place and vacated the position.

The officials from the capital, with pity and admiration in their eyes, took turns to burn incense.

Xiao Huaiyan saw it and sneered.

"Prince."

Someone reminded him.

Xiao Huaiyan threw the incense on the ground indifferently and stepped on it heavily with his foot.

"Why rest in peace?"

"I advised him not to join the army at the beginning, but he had great ambitions and didn't listen. Now he deserves to die."

"Let him get married early and leave bloodline. If something happens in the future, the Wei family will not be without successors. He didn't listen, and he said I cursed him."

Is it necessary to curse.

You, Wei Zhao, are not an iron wall!

He was stabbed to death by the enemy.

Xiao Huaiyan seemed tired and walked outside without responding to Yinchen's scolding. As

soon as he left, the scene became harmonious.

Yang Weiwen and other county magistrates of Liu'an City followed Prefect Zhu and knelt on the ground. Just as they were about to kowtow to General Wei solemnly,

someone started crying.

The crying was very miserable.

The officials around him lifted their clothes to wipe a few tears.

He looked like his parents had died.

Yang Weiwen looked over and it was Prefect Zhu.

No surprise, it's a true friendship!

Ying Yin didn't ask any questions, but looked at the prefect with a heavy look in his eyes.

Prefect Zhu quickly confessed: "I was reckless. I am guilty."

Ying Yin didn't even take the clumsy trick seriously.

Who of the people kneeling here doesn't want to win his attention?

Prefect Zhu said what he had practiced for several days: "To be honest, I am familiar with the general. We can be regarded as good friends regardless of age, and we often exchange letters."

"I couldn't eat or sleep after hearing the bad news."

"I can't help feeling sad now."

These words surprised many people.

Prefect Zhu actually knows General Wei!

I've never heard him mention it before. He

is quite low-key.

Ying Yin's expression also eased a little.

But before he could open his mouth, someone rushed in from outside.

Xiao Huaiyan looked down at Prefect Zhu.

"You said that you and Wei Zhao are good friends?"

Prefect Zhu knew that the son of the Loyal and Brave Marquis was not a good person, and he had never gotten along with Wei Zhao.

"Yes."

Xiao Huaiyan had a blank expression: "Say it again."

Prefect Zhu wiped the tears from his eyes, but before he could say a word, his collar was held tightly.

Xiao Huaiyan sneered: "You want people to look up to you. I don't care how you climb up the high branch of the fifth prince, but who gave you the courage to use Wei Zhao as a stepping stone?"

"You said you knew him, how could I not know?"

"The correspondence is even more ridiculous. Wei Zhao is the most impatient, and even the letters he sent back to his family would not exceed five words."

Not to mention replying to his letters!!

He might only reply to one of the five letters he wrote!

Xiao Huaiyan complained many times and wrote a thick stack of letters for this, asking if someone was suppressing his hand, or if your Wei Zhao's words were worth a thousand gold.

Wei Zhao did not reply to him.

But a few days later, the teacher of the Imperial College took Wei Zhao's article and read it aloud in front of all the students and appreciated it.

【“Look, look, this is what an essay is! What are you going to write in the exam! I thought Guizhi was too busy in the military camp to reply to me, but I never thought he was so concerned and willing to write a model essay for you!”】

【“Look at his handwriting! He has practiced calligraphy by great Confucian scholars since he was young, and later received guidance from the Imperial Tutor. His handwriting has become unique. He already has style and character, and will become a great man in the future.”】

How could Wei Zhao be willing to write for the Imperial College Master? This was clearly a slap in the face of Xiao Huaiyan.

Is it worth a thousand gold? It is.

So, Xiao Huaiyan specially wrote a letter to scold him.

It was very dirty.

Surprisingly, he received a reply.

There were no words.

It just circled the typos in his letter.

Don’t say how much he jumped up and down at that time, even thinking about it now makes Xiao Huaiyan angry!

There was coldness in his eyes, as if he was looking at a clown.

"If you think what I said is wrong, then take out the letter he wrote to you, throw the evidence in my face and make me shut up."

"We who came to the capital can still recognize Wei Zhao's handwriting. I don't think you are capable of forging it."

"He is not a good person. It is said that you should make up for what you lack. Those who are willing to make friends are all of high character and authentic!"

Yes, that's the kind of person he is!

"I wouldn't be so blind as to associate with you."

Xiao Huaiyan had already made his words public. Ying Yin didn't say anything or stop him. He took the water brought by the servant and drank it slowly.

The honest and not very smart Yang Weiwen hurriedly said, "Prince, let's talk it over nicely. You can't hit people."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Huaiyan raised his fist and hit him hard.

"Bah, what a thing, how dare you jump out and offend this prince's eyes."

"Does it make you look particularly capable?"

"You said you were his friend, why don't you be bolder."

"Come on, pry open the coffin now, and you lie in it, and you can say that you are his wife who died with him!"   　　After

the National Day drama,   　　Yu Tingwan hit Wei Zhao.   　　Wei Zhao: "Did I offend you again?"   　　Yu Tingwan: "You don't know it?"   　　Wei Zhao: "No."   　　Yu Tingwan was very unhappy: "I heard that you have a first wife."   (End of this chapter)