Chapter 73: Memorial service

The terrain outside Jinling City is mainly flat on the southwest and north sides, and there are occasional undulating hills. Only the mountains in the east suburbs are raised, although they are not very high, but they are also continuous.
Gushan is the closest mountain in the eastern suburbs to the capital.
From the east gate of Emperor Jing, Kuaima galloped to the foot of Gushan Mountain in half an hour.
If you are climbing in autumn, you will see a red maple, but this fashion is the winter. The bare branches stand in the snow, and the mountain road is filled with a strong atmosphere of killing the bleakness.
Going up the stairs, on the secluded side of the top of Gufeng, there is Pavilion Wing Ran, Tenglan Maoyan, with humor in the simplicity.
A hundred steps southwest of this pavilion, there is another gentle slope, which extends diagonally out of the cliff. On the is a tomb made of flowers and rocks. There are two plates of fresh fruit in front of the grave. On Mars, the fine smoke curled up.
The evening of the New Year this year has passed. Forty-nine has passed. It is not the days when water dripping into ice.
But above the solitary mountain, where the mountain breeze hovered, the chill was still biting.
Xia Dong wore a piece of plain silk-cotton robe and stood quietly in front of the tomb. The pure black skirt flew with the mountain wind at the branch of the robe.
The long hair that she usually wears on her shoulders is now high up, and the pale strand is still striking, lined with the faint fine lines of the corners of her eyes, describing the passing of youth.
Paper dust was flying, the incense was gradually exhausted, and the wine liquor spilled on the ground had penetrated into the soil, slowly disappearing.
Only the name on the tombstone, which has been traced by pale fingers more than ten million times, is still so red and so dazzling.
He stood here when the sky was bright, burning paper and whispering. Now the sun shadow has penetrated the gap between the branches and hit the forehead directly, making the eyes dizzy.
Wu Lan in the deep valley in front has dissipated. I can imagine the silhouette of Jinghua behind me. I am afraid that it has gradually leached out of the white fog, revealing its shadow.
"Nie Feng, it's another year ..."
Since he said goodbye, one day will be Sanqiu, but this real year can actually pass by like this slowly.
Standing in front of his tomb, let him watch him grow old year after year. I wonder who is in the grave and who is hotter in tears and whose heart is more painful?
Perhaps when the tears were exhausted, it was blood, and the pain was extreme, it was numbness.
With a long breath, if it breaks, meeting will become the most luxurious wish in the world.
Xia Dong's fingers gently traced the familiar strokes in front of the monument again. The rough stone surface rubbed the cold fingertips, and the heart twitched every time it was drawn.
The mountain breeze was still roaring in his ears, and there was a faint voice in the throat, which was mixed with the faint voice of human voice, and came from the other side of the mountain vaguely.
Xia Dong's two long eyebrows were tightly locked, and there was a shadow of glamour on her face.
Lonely mountain in winter, there are few people, not to mention the secluded here, not to mention the New Year's Day.
Year after year, this was the first time someone was disturbed.
"Sect Master, there is a path over there, the main peak is here, you see, you can already see ..."
"It's okay, I just want to walk the path. Here, Lin Mizhi is deep and the light and shadow are leaping, isn't it more interesting?"
"Yes, ... you are careful, there is snow on the ground and it is easy to slip."
"Supported by you like this, I can't slip or slip ..."
In a soft voice, the snow creaked.
Xia Dong took a deep breath and slowly turned back, expressionless.
"Sir Xia ..." The visitor seemed a little surprised, "It's a coincidence ..."
"Strict winter mountaineering, Mr. Su is very happy." Xia Dong said calmly, "but today, I remember there seems to be a grand meeting ..."
"I just couldn't bear the noise, so I escaped from the city. If I stayed in the mansion and was invited by manpower, it wouldn't be a good excuse." Mei Changsu didn't shy and said calmly. Let me slowly climb the mountain, and slowly restore my physical strength, which is also a kind of therapy.
It happened that this solitary mountain was closest to the city, and it came out on a whim.
Can something disturb adults? "
"This solitary mountain is not mine. Everyone can come here naturally." Xia Dong said coldly, "This is the tomb of the humble husband. There have been few people coming, so there are some surprises."
"Is this the place where General Nie buried his bones?" Mei Changsu took a step forward. His tone was smooth and smooth. Only his long eyelashes drooped, covering the deep eyes. "A generation of famous generals, Su Mou always respects the prestige.
Today I have a destiny to come here, may I allow a sacrifice, a little respect? "
Xia Dong was stunned, but when he thought he had come here, the two were considered to have a friendship under the snow. If they knew that they were the tombs of their dead husbands, but they didn't show it, that would not be the proper etiquette.
As for the words of admiration and so on, it is not worthy of further investigation. Nodded at the moment and said, "Mr. Chengmeng has great love, please."
Mei Changsu nodded his head gently, walked slowly to the front of the tombstone, squatted down, and picked up the soil for incense. He bowed deeply three times, turned his face, and asked in a low voice: "Li Gang, I remember Do you always bring wine with you? "
"Yes."
"Let me use it."
"Yes." Li Gang respectfully removed a silver bottle from his waist and bowed it.
Mei Changsu took the silver bottle, pulled out the stopper with his fingertips, shook hands with both hands, and chanted aloud: "The general is famous for his hundred battles.
Xiang Heliang, looking back thousands of miles, the old man died.
Yishui Xiaoxiao West wind cold, full of clothes like snow.
The strong man and the sad song are not completed.
The crow bird also knows how to hate it, but it is expected that the tears will cry and the blood will grow.
Who will share me, drunk moon? ...... General Ying Ling is here. If you wish the souls to intersect, please drink me this wine! "
He gave a drink to the ground, took a big sip back, raised his head back, took a cough, held back, wiped away the wine stains on the corners of his hands, his eyes were cold, his clothes were hunting, but he felt grief and anger in his chest. Howl.
Xia Dongli stood behind him, and although he could not see the expression of the grave-sacrifice, he was hardly self-conscious by his words. He turned around and supported the tree trunk next to him, and burst into tears.
"Mrs. Nie, the deceased is already gone. Please be sad." After a moment, a gentle voice rang in my ears, and he changed his name and felt sore.
But Xia Dong was not a boudoir widow in the end, and her proud and tenacious temperament did not allow her to show her weakness in front of unfamiliar people.
After quickly adjusting her unstable breath, she lifted her hands to wipe the tears from her cheeks, returning to a firm and steady look.
"Mr. is kind, and the survivors feel the same.
Xia Dong worshipped here. "
Mei Changsu returned the ceremony, and persuaded again: "The sacrifice is just a heart. I think Mrs. Nie's clothes are thin, and she is not wearing a leather skirt. Let Su Mou accompany you down the mountain.
General Nie is spirited in heaven, and he would never want to see his wife suffering so much. "
Xia Dong had already finished the worship, and was preparing to go down the mountain. Not much to say at the moment. The two turned around silently, walking along the stone steps of the mountain road, walking side by side.
Along the way, I only heard the sound of wind and snow, and there was no talk.
As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, Xia Dongfang asked lightly when he could see the Caopeng Chaliao and the horse tethered outside the chaliao: "Do you want to return to the city?"
Mei Changsu said with a smile: "It's not too late at this time, it's still early to return to the city.
Hearing that there are beautiful stone carvings in the neighboring ancient town, I want to take this free time to walk around. "
"Is the stone carving in Chixia Town? It's really worth seeing." Xia Dong stopped, "Excuse me, there is still business in Beijing Middle School, so I can't accompany me."
"Sir Xia please please." The situation changed, and Mei Changsu naturally changed back to his title. "The case of the murder of the internal supervisor is really difficult to investigate. The adults still have to take care of themselves after their hard work.
Xia Dong's gaze swept over with benefit, like a blade, "What does Mr. Su mean?"
"Why? Didn't this case go to Suspension Department?"
Xia Dong looked colder.
In this case, the forbidden army commanded the investigation, and she was secretly involved.
But since the investigation has already begun, it will be known sooner or later.
But this Su Zhe, he also knew too early.
"This is indeed a weird case, maybe the hanging mirror division will be interested in it in the future." Xia Dong responded in a vague manner, neither expressing words nor saying death, and then asked again, "But the murderer The murder is so clean, it must be a master of the rivers and lakes, what can Mr. Su have?
"There are so many talents in the rivers and lakes, and even the Langya Pavilion keeps updating the list every year. How dare I say anything? When it comes to understanding the characters in the rivers and lakes, why is the Suspension Department inferior to the Jiangzuo League? The master stays in Beijing, I ’m afraid Master Xia will know better than me?

Xia Dong's frost-like eye waves circulate slightly, his eyes are very alert.
Suspension of mirrors, as the emperor's confidant, must naturally not involve the party, nor show bias.
This Su Zhe is almost a person in the Yuwang camp now. When he talks with him again, he can't help but be more cautious.
Mei Changsu smiled at the corner of his lips, and slowly looked away.
Of course, Xia Dong knows what he thinks at this moment.
Looking at the whole capital, except for those who understand his true purpose, other people have more or less changed their attitudes after knowing that he has been involved in the party struggle. Even Yuyan and Xie Bi are no exceptions.
If he always treats him with integrity, there is only one Xiao Jingrui.
In the eyes of others, he was first of all Su Zhe, a talented unicorn.
In Xiao Jingrui's eyes, he was just Mei Changsu from beginning to end.
No matter how much he shows up, no matter how much he turns out, the original intention of the young man to make friends with him has never changed in the slightest.
Xiao Jingrui has been watching this party struggle with peaceful and sad but never detached eyes.
He did not think that his father ’s choice was wrong, nor did he think that Brother Su ’s position was wrong. He just felt sorry for the reality that the two could not stand together, but he did not give up his friendship with Mei Changsu .
He insisted on a consistent and candid attitude. Mei Changsu asked him what he asked, and he answered it truthfully. He never thought about "the intention and purpose of Brother Su asking so."
This is not impossible, but it is not.
Including the invitation for this birthday feast, Mei Changsu can clearly see the young man's bright mind: you are my friend, as long as you are willing to come, I will be able to protect you well.
Xiao Jingrui did not want to rebel against his father, nor did he want to change Mei Changsu. He just wanted to make his own friends in his own way.
Jiyue Breeze, nothing more than that.
It is a pity that such a pitiful person grew up to Xie Mansion.
Mei Changsu shook his head softly and stopped his thoughts.
The wheel of destiny is approaching, no matter how much you think, it is useless, because no one can reverse the cause and effect of time.
For his emotions and silence, Xia Dong did not notice at this time. Her eyes fell far to the other end of the dirt road surrounding the foot of the mountain, and she gently hummed in her mouth.
Mei Changsu looked at her along the line of sight and couldn't help raising her eyebrows.
I saw the depths of the jungle near the bottom of the mountain, one after another jumped out of nearly a hundred officers and soldiers, some holding a long knife, some holding a sharp-pointed hook gun, and some people carrying a whole roll of rope.
As can be seen from their snowy and muddy boots and dirty blouses, this group of people has probably been traveling through the dense forest for a while.
"Did you find it?" A tall and powerful figure, who looked like a centurion from the costume, then jumped out. His voice was loud, and the roar came like an echo.
"No……"
"Nothing ..."
The subordinates answered, and everyone looked disappointed.
"Isn't there a Shanmin newspaper that you have seen it here? Damn! It's empty again!" Centurion scolded angrily, raised his head, and turned his eyes inadvertently to the direction of Mei and Xia, unable to help.
Mei Changsu gave a bright smile and nodded to him.
Where do you meet in life, meet acquaintances intentionally or unintentionally ...