The crying sounds from the hillside seemed to stop in an instant, and only the sound of suona was tearing the clear sky apart.

This is not because these filial sons and daughters were hired with money, but because the coffin was buried.

People have been laid to rest in peace. People in the world no longer try to keep them, and they no longer linger in the world. Their lives end here, waiting to enter the next reincarnation.

"When are you leaving?" Miss Jun asked.

"Wait until I'm through the seventh day." Fang Chengyu said with a smile.

Miss Jun glared at him.

"Don't say anything that will make grandma and aunt unhappy." She said, and reached out to stroke Fang Chengyu's head.

Fang Chengyu did not refute and answered obediently.

"Jiuling, I won't keep you here any longer. You should go back to the capital soon," he said.

"The capital's affairs cannot be resolved in a short time." Miss Jun said, "and Master Ning is here."

Fang Chengyu said "oh", curled his lips, lowered his head and pinched his fingers.

"Brother Ning is really amazing." he said.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Chengyu is amazing too." She said, "You are all amazing, all better than me. I am so lucky to know you all."

She said it seriously and sincerely.

Fang Chengyu raised his head and smiled at her.

"Someone said that force is relative," he said.

This is what she said to him, and this is what the Master said to her.

Miss Jun pursed her lips and smiled.

"So?" she asked.

"You think you're lucky to know us, but aren't we lucky to know you?" Fang Chengyu said, "You think we're great, but maybe it's because we know you that we've become great."

Is this a fallacy? Miss Jun smiled but said nothing.

"How can it be a fallacy!" Fang Chengyu said, pointing at himself, "If you hadn't cured my illness, would I have had the chance to become so powerful?"

Miss Jun laughed, then stopped laughing.

"You're right." She nodded seriously again.

Fang Chengyu also smiled and looked at Miss Jun.

"I don't compete with anyone else," he said. "I think I'm luckier."

Miss Jun said "oh" and looked at him.

"I didn't die, so I got a new life." Fang Chengyu said, "But some people died but still didn't get a new life."

Miss Jun looked at him without saying anything.

Some people, I think they are referring to Chu Jiuling.

Chu Jiuling died and lived with a new name and a new identity, but she was still Chu Jiuling, carrying Chu Jiuling's hatred, shouldering Chu Jiuling's unfulfilled responsibilities, and living Chu Jiuling's life.

"I hope that no matter who you are, you can live a new life." Fang Chengyu said seriously.

Miss Jun looked at him and nodded.

"I will." She smiled and nodded seriously, "I have to."

She didn't ask him why he said that, nor did she ask whether Fang Chengyu had figured out her identity. For them, there was no need to say these things.

…

The early summer wind blew up the dust, and then returned to calm.

There was no one coming and going on the road, no tea stalls under the big trees beside the road, and no one was resting.

There was total silence between heaven and earth until two or three riders came escorting a carriage, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Master, there is a village ahead." A servant on the horse shouted.

The coughing in the carriage stopped.

"Then go get a bowl of water." An old voice said in the car.

This village should have been very prosperous, as could be seen from the fertile fields all around. Now the fields were full of crops, but they were leaning to one side and growing wildly with no one to take care of them.

Looking around, there were no people working in the fields, and the village ahead was as quiet as a deserted place.

But just as their carriage was on the path leading to the village, two men suddenly jumped out from the fields, hoes in their hands.

"What?" they shouted.

The people here were startled, but they were relieved when they saw that the two men were dressed like villagers.

"We are just passing by and would like to ask for a bowl of water." They said hurriedly.

The two villagers looked at them, but they didn't put down their hoes or let them go.

"Your accent is not the same as ours." A villager said warily.

"My fellow countryman, we are from Luzhou," the servant said hurriedly, "He must have escaped from the disaster of gold thieves."

Luzhou is near the capital, and the villagers put their guard down.

"You are lucky to have come to Shandong," said a villager.

"We are just running around aimlessly, not knowing where to go. There are gold thieves everywhere." The servant sighed, with fear on his face, showing how scared he was all the way. "It's really not easy for us to get here."

The people they led either ran away or were killed by the Jin people. Now they are the only ones left.

"But we don't allow outsiders to enter our village." Another villager interrupted their greetings and said in a gruff voice.

The carriage started up, and an old man covered his mouth and nose with one hand and handed out a purse with the other.

"Fellow villagers, I'll give you some money and do you a favor. Just drink a bowl of clean hot water, rest your feet and then leave." He said, coughing repeatedly.

The two villagers looked over. The old man seemed to be afraid of being seen, so he turned his head away and coughed even more violently.

Maybe he's sick?

"Who cares about money at this time..." said a villager.

"Well, you wait here." Another villager couldn't bear to see the old man coughing, so he said, "I'll go get some water from the village."

He waved his hand.

"I don't want your money, but money is not worth life."

As he said this, he turned and ran towards the village.

The old man didn't bother to be polite and took the purse back directly.

"Master, after we rest this time, we will be able to get home." The servant whispered, and it was more like comforting himself than comforting the old man.

The journey was so difficult, beyond his imagination.

They did not expect the Jin people to be so brutal, they did not expect the Jin army to be as swarming as locusts, they did not expect that their self-proclaimed large numbers of troops would be vulnerable in front of these bloodthirsty jackals.

It's really terrible. What's even more terrible is that in front of such a powerful Jin man, Duke Chengguo couldn't die for so many years.

"It's good to be home now. When life is peaceful, we can go back to the capital."

The old man's voice rang in my ears.

But, can they go back to the capital? The servants looked uneasy, after all, they had deceived His Majesty and ran away...

"As long as Your Majesty is here, we can go back." The old man said, covering his mouth and nose. Although his face was haggard, his eyes were firm.

They were talking in low voices, and the villagers nearby could not help but be alert and pricked up their ears when they heard the word "Your Majesty".

"With His Majesty in the capital, the gold thieves will definitely be defeated." The villagers said loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, screams were heard in the village, followed by the sound of horses' hooves.

"The gold thief is coming. The gold thief is coming."

This movement startled the people on the road.

"Why are there Jin people here too?" the servant shouted.

A group of more than a dozen Jin soldiers had already appeared in sight. They came out of the village, with smoke billowing behind them and the sound of people shouting and horses neighing.

"Run." The servants immediately turned the carriage around.

But the villagers over there jumped into the fields and ran deep into the dense crops.

"Don't be afraid that you are being chased by the Jin soldiers. Just make way and run to the sides and everything will be fine..." He did not forget to turn around and shout.

But the servants simply ignored his words and ran quickly on the road, protecting the carriage.

Their carriages and horses could not outrun the Jin soldiers and were soon caught up.

Hearing the strange beast-like cries coming from behind, which were nonsense they could not understand, the servants turned pale and were about to raise their swords and guns when a huge impact came from behind.

Several servants fell to the ground instantly as if they were engulfed by a flood, and the carriage was also overturned.

The old man felt dizzy as the world turned upside down. Looking above his head, it seemed as if the sky was covered, and he subconsciously reached out his hand.

"I am Huang Cheng, I know your Lord Yu..." he shouted.

He spoke in nonsensical language, but he was still a step too late. The long sickle had already fallen, and he was lifted up, slid in an arc and fell to the side of the road. His servants were also stabbed and thrown away in two or three strokes.

"I seem to hear this man speaking our language..." said a Jin soldier, looking at the old man who was thrown aside with a hesitant expression.

"Never mind, just run for your life," another Jin soldier shouted, urging his horse to gallop forward.

The Jin soldier no longer hesitated and looked back. The ferocity with which he had chopped people with his sickle disappeared, and a layer of fear covered his face.

A group of people and horses rushed forward with some panic.

A moment later, with the sound of smoke and dust, and the sound of people shouting and horses neighing, another group of soldiers in full armor came. However, when the villagers who had hidden in the fields saw these soldiers, they did not run away again, but ran back happily.

"You are frightened, fellow countryman." shouted the leading general.

"We are safe." The villager shouted, pointing to the roadside with a sad expression, "but these passers-by..."

Zhou Bing looked in the direction he pointed and saw four or five people lying on the side of the road. One was still twitching, while the others were motionless, with blood oozing from their bodies.

"They said they were fleeing from disaster." The villagers shook their heads sadly, "I never thought..."

"See?" The general said solemnly to the soldiers behind him, "Why do we have to keep chasing these Jin soldiers? It's to prevent them from harming the people. If we don't wipe out these remnants, I don't know how many people will suffer."

The soldiers responded in unison.

The general was about to dismount to check on the dead man when suddenly there was a commotion ahead. Everyone looked up and saw flags like clouds in the sky.

"Sir, look, the reinforcements from the north have arrived." An officer shouted in surprise.

"Sir, these are Duke Cheng's men." Another one shouted as he looked at the flags that were surging in.

When they heard the three words "Duke Cheng", not only the officers and soldiers were excited, but the whole village was in an uproar. The village, which was originally empty, was instantly filled with countless men, women, old and young.

"Duke Cheng is here!"

"We don't have to be afraid anymore!"

"Go and welcome Duke Cheng!"

Looking at the joyous villagers, the officers and soldiers did not stop.

"Cover up the body first." The general said as he mounted his horse, glancing at the dead man lying on the ground with his face unclear. "He's old now, you should bury him properly when the time comes."

Of course the villagers had no objection, and someone immediately pulled a mat to cover these people. After doing this, they went in the direction of Cheng Guogong's office.

As the noise faded away, the corpses lying on the roadside looked particularly desolate.

Some villagers who walked slowly passed by and couldn't help but sigh.

"What a sin," he said, with hatred, "This is all the sin of the gold thief."

…

The common people and officials who heard about the reputation of Duke Chengguo along the way were delighted, but the common people in the capital, especially the officials of the court, were happy but also a little embarrassed.

After all, everyone has not forgotten how Duke Cheng left.

The traitor who plotted rebellion fled.

This is no small crime, and there must be an explanation.

Some officials proposed the idea of ​​making amends for their crimes, but this was rejected by Duke Cheng.

"I am not making amends for my crime."

Duke Cheng, who had not been seen for a long time but was still as elegant as ever, slowly stood in front of the hall and looked at the officials in front of him.

"This is your majesty's foremost concern."

What?

How does this have anything to do with Your Majesty?

How did it become a far-sighted concern?

What are you plotting? What are you worrying about?

All the officials frowned and looked at Duke Cheng.

What has happened recently has become increasingly bizarre and outrageous, and no one can quite comprehend it.