Chapter 342: Foreign foreigners

The old minister said, "Excuse me, Master, where are the corpses of your Majesty Queen and the little prince? I mean the blood and blood."
Zuo Weizhong whispered, "On the snow-capped mountain."
The old minister said, "Your Majesty has been upright, diligent and loving in his life, and he has been victimized by the evil thief. We subjects and people should pay a tribute to him and remember his grace."
Of course, Zuo Weizhong understood what the old minister meant, so he squeezed out a few more tears, "Old Minister, I understand, I will take you to the battlefield of the Snow Mountain to pay homage to your Majesty, the little prince, and all the guards."
Next, Zuo Weizhong led the way and rushed to the snow-capped mountain battlefield.
Zuo Weizhong rode a horse and walked in the forefront. The ministers rode behind him. Behind the ministers were funeralists and weepers. Behind them were thousands of guards and some people who honoured the king.
The group of people was blowing and beating, putting on linen and filial piety, and spreading paper money all the way. The bitter cold wind blows paper money around, and this situation is indescribable and sad.
The heartbroken cry of the group of people could be heard from a few miles away. Zuo Weizhong cried most sadly. Several times he couldn't control his emotions and fell from his horseback. No one looked at him. Looks like, never believe that men do not flick this lie when they have tears.
Xu Yitian had eyes. When the group rushed to the snow mountain battlefield, the snow finally stopped, the lead gray clouds dispersed, the sun rose, the snow began to melt, and puddles of blood appeared on the ground.
Everyone was dumbfounded. No one could believe that the pool of pus and blood was actually a live life before. They held their breath and watched the pus and blood with awe.
The old minister said, "Master, may I ask the corpses of those rebels? Why do you only see pus and blood all over the floor but not the corpses?"
Zuo Weizhong was in a hurry, and without thinking about it, he immediately replied, "I have turned all the rebels' bodies into pus and blood."
Well, without paying attention, I told the truth.
Is this okay?
As soon as the words were spoken, Zuo Weizhong understood that he had said the wrong thing. But everyone was immersed in grief, and no one went to think carefully about why the king's family of three and all the guards died and were turned into pus and blood, and the rebels were turned into pus and blood after the death of the national teacher. All of them The method of death is the same, but in the statement of the national division, killing the king and killing the rebels are different people. This obvious contradiction has not been noticed.
Of course, no one noticed the anger in the eyes of the purple bird standing on his left shoulder when the national teacher made these contradictory explanations.
In order to cover up his gaffe, Zuo Weizhong dismounted in a hurry, randomly designated a pool of pus and blood, and said with a cry, "This is the corpse of your majesty queen and the little prince. I specially marked it." He said, and again. Pointed to an ugly rock beside the pool of pus and blood.
Zuo Weizhong knelt down before the pool of pus and blood, and started crying loudly.
"Dear Majesty, my best brother, why did you go in such a hurry? Why don't you wait for me, you hold on for a while, it is hard to be afraid that in a few minutes, I will be able to rush to save your life, but unfortunately , God is not beautiful, but let you die young, how can I let you go? After you die, who will accompany me to go hunting and admiring the moon and flowers with me in the future?"
Zuo Weizhong cried so much that one Buddha ascended to heaven and two Buddhas were born. Sometimes he sighed, and sometimes beat his chest and feet.
When the mourning reached its climax, Zuo Wei drew out his sword and said loudly, "Your Majesty, I feel terribly painful to lose you. Why don't we let my old brother follow you to the underworld, let's be together Reincarnation, you will be king in the next life, and I will be your national teacher, willingly to assist you for the rest of your life." After speaking, Zuo Weizhong immediately drew out his sword and wiped it against his neck.
The guard next to him grabbed his sabre, but it was still a step late.
Blood spurted down his neck in a puff, but fortunately, the guard blocked it and didn't cut the carotid artery.
Zuo Weizhong grabbed the sword from the guards, and wanted to harm himself. A group of guards rushed to grab the sword.
Some of the guards knew a little about medical skills and hurried forward to bandage his wounds.
Everyone saw what the national teacher did, and they were all moved. Because the king and the national teacher have always been close to each other as brothers, this is a well-known fact. At this moment, the national teacher is so distraught that everyone cries together. They thought of the various benefits of the king before his death, and mourned the death of the king's family of three at such a young age.
For a time, the sound of crying and funeral was endless.
Seeing that the sad atmosphere was aroused by Zuo Weizhong, he decided to continue acting and do more tricks. He wiped the floor and tore off the gauze wrapped around his neck, and shouted, "No, don't bandage me and let me die. Why are you stopping me? Let me die. I am so useless. Your majesty’s best friend, when he needed me the most, was not by his side. May I ask what is the use of a trash like me? You guys, tell me, your majesty is no longer there. As his closest friend, I shouldn’t follow him. Go to the underworld together?"
The old minister said, "No, national teacher, you can't die. Now your majesty has just passed away, the ministers have no heads, and the neighboring countries have been coveting our country. The remnants of the domestic anti-thief still need to be eradicated. It is a time of internal and external troubles. At this time, the Wanye Kingdom can't be without an owner for a day, or you will be our new king?"
Zuo Weizhong was full of joy when he heard it, but he was still surprised, "I? Be a new king? No, no, no! I don't have the talent to lead everyone."
The old minister said, "Zuo Guoshi, in terms of spells, there is no one better than you in the country. In the future, all the tasks of protecting the people of Wanye Country will be entrusted to you. In my opinion, you should not refuse any more."
The ministers all knelt down on the ground and said in unison, "Zuo Guoshi, don't refuse any more. From now on, I will try my best to assist you. Let's join hands to share the peace and prosperity."
Zuo Weizhong pretended to be flattered and unbelievable, and smiled embarrassedly, "Can I really become a king?"
The ministers and guards knelt down together and shouted, "Your Majesty!"
Zuo Weizhong coughed and said loudly, "All the love is flat!"
Zuo Weizhong immediately ordered everyone to pay homage to the dead in the snow for seven days and seven nights.
Although Zuo Weizhong performed a good show for everyone to see, he did it seriously. In these seven days, in order to fear that the undead would seek revenge on him, he secretly summoned the ghost servants and collected all the wandering ghosts here. In other words, this oxhead horse noodle is really dedicated. This time not only the soul of human beings, but even the soul of animals has also been collected. Therefore, these seven days and nights, without a ghost making trouble, passed safely.