Chapter 223 Feelings
"Master Qu, please take the trouble to find a suitable place and prepare a coffin so that we can... bury him."
Feng Qingsui choked up.
Qu Mingzhang came back to his senses from his trance and said hurriedly, "Doctor Feng, please accept my condolences. I will do it right away."
He asked Yan Chi and learned that the rebels had been completely wiped out, so he ordered his advisor Ming Ji to lead the young and strong men to leave.
Then he freed up his carriage to let Yan Chi and others place Ji Changqing, and he rode back to Hecheng on horseback, where he found a vacant mansion and a nanmu coffin.
Materials for making funeral clothes, spirit tablets, memorial banners, etc. were prepared.
He wrote an obituary and asked the carrier pigeon that Ji Changqing had left for him to deliver it to Tao County.
The accompanying civil servants were eagerly waiting for Ji Changqing's triumphant return, but they never expected that what they were waiting for was bad news.
Minister Ran read the obituary over and over again, but still couldn't believe it.
"This must be fake."
He clutched the obituary tightly.
"Hecheng has probably been reoccupied by those surrendered troops. They deliberately used carrier pigeons to spread false information and trick us into going to Hecheng."
Ji Changqing used this trick when attacking Zhicheng.
"It would be great if we could contact General Xuan," said a leader. "General Xuan will definitely know whether this is true or not."
Other officials agreed.
Unfortunately, the carrier pigeons they had had never been to Liang County, so they could not deliver the letter to Liang County.
Minister Ran was shocked. "Commander Xuan brought a carrier pigeon to Liang County. He hasn't contacted us yet, which means Lord Ji is definitely safe."
As soon as he finished speaking, the attendant brought in an acquaintance.
"Have you received any news from Hecheng? Have Doctor Feng and his men reached shore? Have you found Lord Ji?"
The visitor asked without even saying hello.
When he recognized that this was the deputy commander of the Third Battalion of the Capital, his heart suddenly sank.
"What happened to Master Ji?"
The deputy commander recounted the battle from last night and said, "The commander returned to Liang County halfway. Thinking that Lord Ji might have been swept toward Tao County by the current, he ordered me to lead twenty men to search along the way."
The obituary slipped from Minister Ran's hands like a startled butterfly.
Master Ji, he actually...
After a brief moment of shock, all the civil officials, deputy commanders and other soldiers rushed to Hecheng without stopping.
When Pei Yunzhan and Songyan were investigating the people's conditions in the county, they happened to see them passing by. He chased them and asked them, and learned that Ji Changqing had died, which was like a bolt from the blue.
“How could it be…”
He staggered back half a step, and the disaster survey book in his sleeve fell to the ground.
"He's still so young..."
The officials had no time to share his shock. After informing him, they whipped their horses and continued to gallop.
Seeing this, Pei Yunzhan didn't even have time to go back to the city to pack his bags. He told Song Yan, "Go back to the city and tell the county magistrate and others," then he jumped on his horse and chased after the officials.
Songyan: “…”
Is this still the same guy who never travels without tea sets?
While the officials were rushing to Hecheng under the stars, Yan Chi and others were busy cleansing Ji Changqing, changing his clothes, carving a memorial tablet, and erecting a memorial flag.
After the mourning hall was arranged, Qu Mingzhang accompanied Feng Qingsui, Yan Chi and others to keep vigil.
"Master Qu has been busy all day, please go back and rest."
Feng Qingsui advised.
"It's good to have us here."
Qu Mingzhang shook his head.
"I can't sleep even if I go back."
Feng Qingsui had no choice but to ask Wuhua to add some stuff to the tea served to him later.
Otherwise Ji Changqing would wake up in the middle of the night and scare him to death.
Ji Changqing felt that he had slept for a very long time.
Woke up cold and hungry.
Unaware of his surroundings, he maintained his original posture after waking up, without even opening his eyes.
But a laugh came from my ear: "Second Master, are you awake? Get up and drink some water."
He tore off the white cloth covering his body, turned over and sat up, looking at Feng Qingsui who was adding oil to the eternal lamp in confusion.
"How did you know I was awake?"
"The cloth on your face is slightly bulging," Feng Qingsui replied. "Of course, I calculated the time beforehand."
Ji Changqing stretched his arms and legs, got down from the coffin, and glanced at a few ice jars placed under the coffin. He thought to himself, no wonder he felt cold.
Feng Qingsui noticed his gaze and said with a smile, "This is what Qu Mingzhang found with great difficulty. The only remaining ice in Hecheng is here."
"It's hot weather, and if you don't keep it chilled, you'll have to stuff dead fish into you."
Ji Changqing: “…”
Looking back, I have to thank Qu Mingzhang.
Yan Chi brought up four dishes and a soup.
Ji Changqing only drank the soup and didn't eat a single bite of the food.
He will have to take a fake death drug later so that he can deal with the judge Fang who comes to mourn.
Feng Qingsui smiled playfully and said, "Not many people in this world get to witness their own funeral. I wonder what Second Master thinks."
Ji Changqing: “…”
He had more than just experienced his own funeral.
He even held his own funeral.
Looking at the woman in front of him, who was dressed in plain white mourning clothes and looked like a new plum blossom covered with snow, he suddenly remembered that she was also dressed like this when she got married.
My throat suddenly tightened.
"That's good." He lowered his eyes, "At least someone is willing to wear mourning for me."
Feng Qingsui looked at his blushing earlobes: "..."
Wearing mourning clothes can make him so happy, so if he wears wedding clothes, won’t he be overjoyed?
"You don't look right."
She frowned.
Ji Changqing felt guilty.
"The weather... is too hot."
Feng Qingsui glanced at him and called out, "Wuhua, do you have your treasure box? Lend it to me."
"Here I am."
Wuhua took out a small box the size of a palm from her arms.
Feng Qingsui took the box, opened it, took out some clay materials, mixed them evenly in his hands, and then walked to Ji Changqing and smeared them on his face.
Ji Changqing: “…”
It turned out that when she said his face looked wrong, she meant that his face didn't look like that of a dead person.
He bent slightly.
So that she could look him in the face.
He tried his best to keep a calm expression, but as the warm and soft hands caressed his face, his heartbeat quickened little by little.
The moment the slender fingertips touched his lips, his breathing stopped.
"Don't move."
Feng Qingsui pressed his lips.
"It will be finished soon."
This horse must be the slowest horse in the world.
Ji Changqing thought.
Every second on this horse feels like a year.
After Feng Qingsui finished the painting, he examined it for a moment and asked Wuhua, "Does he look like someone who died of suffocation?"
Wuhua reminded: "There are also nails."
Feng Qingsui suddenly realized: "Yes, there are also nails."
The nails of people who die from lack of oxygen are blue-purple.
"Sit down and apply it."
She greeted Ji Changqing.
Ji Changqing knelt and sat down on the prayer mat.
Wuhua moved a small table over to serve as his manicure, no, to paint his nails.
Feng Qingsui pinched Ji Changqing's fingers and painted his nails one by one. Ji Changqing looked at her face so close to him and felt that every second was like a year again.
Fortunately, a quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingsui finally let go of his hand.
Ji Changqing lay back on the coffin.
My heartbeat took a long time to calm down.
The face and hands still seemed to retain a delicate touch.
This is the greatest feeling of witnessing one's own funeral, he suddenly thought, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.
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