Xu Yizhi was helped out of Zhaoyang hall.
The snow was still falling, and the cold wind blew past my ears.
The tip of his nose was red with cold and his brain was dizzy.
He felt that his condition, which had finally improved a little, seemed to be getting worse again.
Two bodyguards carried the soft sedan and sent Xu Yizhi out of the palace.
The housekeeper had been waiting at the gate of the palace. It was too cold. In order not to freeze his hands and feet, he had to walk back and forth and rub his fingers hard.
After waiting for a long time, he finally saw Xu Yizhi appear and greeted him excitedly.
"Sir, something happened at home!"
Xu Yizhi first had a violent cough, and then said hoarsely, "what's the matter?"
"The second childe was killed!"
Xu Yizhi opened his eyes and couldn't believe it: "what did you say?"
The housekeeper said, "Jiang Shuan rushed into our house with many officers and soldiers this morning. The second childe and the third childe wanted to stop. There was a quarrel between the two sides. Jiang Shuan asked someone to beat the second childe and the third childe. Later, he cut off the second childe's head. All your letters and accounts at home were robbed by Jiang Shuan."
Xu Yizhi was ill. He was hit again and again today. At this time, he finally couldn't support it anymore.
Chest pain, blood crazy upwelling.
He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood!
The crowd cried out.
"Master"!
"Xu Gong!"
Xu Yizhi was so dark that he fell straight forward.
Soon, the news that Xu Yizhi vomited blood and fainted at the gate of the palace was spread to Sima fan's ears.
Sima fan only said a few words after listening.
"Let the doctor show him."
Xie Miao immediately sent someone to Taiji hospital to deliver a message.
Doctor Zhang took Shi Xi to Xu's house.
The Xu family is in a mess now.
Xu Yan's body has been buried in the coffin, but it can't be buried for the time being because of the lack of a head. The coffin can only be parked in the yard where Xu Yan usually lives. Fortunately, the weather is cold now, and the body is not easy to rot.
Doctor Zhang gave Xu Yizhi several needles.
Xu Yizhi soon woke up.
Doctor Zhang told him to relax his mind and not to be angry again. After leaving a prescription, he left the Xu family with Shixi.
Sitting in the carriage, Shixi couldn't help lifting the window curtain and looking out. He saw many dragon guards outside Xu's house.
Now the Xu family is guarded by the Dragon guards both inside and outside. People outside can't get in and those inside can't get out. The guard is extremely strict.
Shixi put down the curtain and was in a good mood.
Now the Xu family is precarious and may collapse at any time.
Great revenge must be avenged.
If her father knew under the spring, he should be able to rest in peace.
Back in the palace, Doctor Zhang truthfully reported Xu Yizhi's condition to the emperor.
"Xu Gongben was ill. He was very weak. Today, he was in a hurry. He vomited blood and fainted. He became ill. He had the symptoms of mild stroke. The situation is not optimistic. If he can have a good life, he may live another two or three years, but if this happens again, I'm afraid he will soon die. "
Sima was tired of silence.
Xie Miao waved his hand.
Doctor Zhang understood, arched his hands and left quietly.
After a long time, Sima fan gently said, "I didn't expect our relationship to come to this step."
He thinks he is a nostalgic person. He always remembers Xu Yizhi's help to him. As long as Xu Yizhi can keep himself in line, he can ensure the safety and success of Xu Yizhi and the whole Xu family.
Unfortunately, this is all his wishful thinking.
The charm of power far exceeds the teacher-student relationship between them.
After trial and confrontation with each other again and again, they finally wiped out the feelings between teachers and students and became immortal enemies.
Xie Miao whispered relief: "Your Majesty doesn't have to blame yourself. You have done your utmost."
Sima Yan's index finger gently rubbed the jade wrench on his thumb and suddenly asked another thing.
"I asked you to check the whereabouts of Gu Zheng's remains. Have you got any results?"
Xie Miao said, "I found it. After Gu Zheng's remains were cremated, they were sent to Guangzhao temple."
"Guangzhao temple? Do you know who sent it? "
"It should be Gu Fei."
Sima fan was not surprised by the result.
Gu Fei is Gu Zheng's only son. Before he leaves, he will certainly find a way to arrange Gu Zheng's affairs.
Sima fan decided to go to Guangzhao temple.
Since the prince was assassinated in Guangzhao temple, Guangzhao temple has been surrounded by bodyguards and has not been lifted.
There are no other people in the temple except bodyguards and monks.
This is convenient for Sima weariness and saves temporary clearing.
He entered Guangzhao temple and, under the leadership of the old abbot, came to the small Buddhist hall where Gu Zheng's ashes were stored.
In the small Buddhist hall, there is only one incense table. On the incense table is a celadon urn. In front of it is a small incense burner, with incense candles on both sides, and three plates of melons and fruits.
Behind the urn, there is a memorial tablet quietly.
The memorial tablet is empty and there is not a word on it.
Sima fan asked casually, "does anyone usually clean here?"
The old abbot answered truthfully, "Jiudeng is always responsible for cleaning here."
Nine lights?
Sima fan thought the name was familiar. He thought a little and found out the information about the name from his memory.
He glanced at Xie Miao and asked, "did the nine lamps still not fall?"
Xie Miao shook his head and said, "I still have rice for the time being."
Sima fan took back his sight and looked at the empty memorial tablet again.
"Why is there no name on the tablet?"
The old abbot said, "when the ashes were sent to Guangzhao temple, the little benefactor told us not to write on the memorial tablet."
Sima fan didn't have to think about it carefully to guess that Gu Fei was afraid of being found out that this was Gu Zheng's memorial tablet, which caused unnecessary trouble. He simply didn't write his name and didn't let people know who was worshipped here.
He looked at the bare memorial tablet in a very complicated mood.
No one can imagine that Gu Zheng, who once had the power to tilt the government and the public, didn't even have a decent memorial tablet after his death.
Sima Fan said, "bring the pen."
Xie Miao quickly recruited pen and ink and put them on the incense table.
Sima fan went over and picked up the memorial tablet.
The memorial tablet was made of dull wood, and it was heavy in hand.
He dipped his pen in ink and wrote a line of words on the tablet——
The throne of Gu Zheng, the deceased father
Sima fan once recognized Gu Zheng as his adoptive father. When he met, he should call him his father. At this time, he wrote the word "dead father", which was also in line with the rules.
When the ink dries out, Sima fan puts the memorial tablet back in place.
He said to the old abbot.
"Gu Zheng loved to be clean. Remember to clean here every day. Don't let dust fall here."
The old abbot put his hands together and nodded.
It's still snowing outside.
Sima fan didn't want to go back for the time being. He went to the meditation room and the old abbot made tea for him.
The tea smell was faint. Sima took a sip and put it down.
Seeing that he had something on his mind, the old abbot wisely withdrew from the meditation room so as not to disturb his thinking.
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