Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

Guo Ye curled his lips, and said with some blame: "Your question is really interesting, you call me second brother, why don't I come?"

"Thank you, Second Brother Guo!"

Du He's face tightened, and he bowed to Guo Ye sincerely.

Guo Ye helped him up, and comforted him softly: "Du He, the deceased is dead, you should mourn and take care of your body!"

Guo Ye could tell that Du He's sad face was full of haggardness, and his red eyes were bloodshot. He must have been exhausted after serving his father's sick bed these days.

Hearing Guo Ye's concern from the bottom of his heart, Du He was inexplicably moved, sobbing and sobbing, he said: "Second, second brother, you have a heart. Don't worry, I know my father has passed away, and I will be responsible for the entire Du family in the future. get up."

In the words, Guo Ye found that Du He was no longer as ridiculous as before, but more mature and stable.

It seems that in the past few days, his mentality has undergone a world of difference.

Guo Ye listened to Du He's words and nodded secretly in his heart. Sure enough, great joy and great sorrow can make people grow up quickly.

Then he punched Du He lightly on the chest, and comforted him: "Don't be so pessimistic. Although the old man passed away, you still have me, Shuyu, Yiai, eldest grandson, and all the brothers in the calligraphy class. Ah, isn't it? Besides, the boss was kind to others in front of him, and he has accumulated a lot of connections for you, which will surely be of use to you in the future, right? Didn't you find out? The boss just passed away. There are already crowds of people at the gate of the mansion, is there an endless stream of people who come to express their condolences?"

"laugh……"

The corner of Du He's mouth twitched and he sneered, revealing a face that was completely different from his usual face. He pointed at the crowds of condolences in the mourning hall with a tone that saw through the coldness of the world, and said, "Second brother, do you mean these people? Hehe, you You think too highly of my father. If it wasn’t for the news that the Holy Majesty came to my house, do you think these so-called colleagues of my father would come to my house in a hurry at night?”

Well?

Hearing Du He's cynical words, Guo Ye's heart twitched inexplicably. Could it be that these people came here to show their faces and show their faces for the sake of His Majesty Li Er's condolences to Du Ruhui?

Suddenly, he felt that Du He was right.Because he chatted with Du He for so long, unexpectedly no court official came to say condolences to him, and no one of his father's colleagues came to encourage him as an elder.

Damn, it's really a cold day, and these people are really fucked up.

Immediately, he asked, "Where is Your Majesty? Why don't you accompany Your Majesty in the mourning hall? Are you stupid?"

Du He shook his head, and laughed at himself: "Second Brother, I have just encoffined my father's body and finished placing it in the mourning hall. My mother is a woman, and I can only handle such a messy couple in the house by myself. Where do I still have the time to accompany the Holy One? With that kind of effort, I might as well put more effort into handling my father's affairs properly."

My day, Guo Ye was speechless for a while, this kid is really genuine.

For a while, Guo Ye didn't know whether to say he was really stupid or filial.

suddenly,

From the other side of the mourning hall, there was a loud voice from the eunuchs in the palace: "Your Majesty, get up and drive back to the palace~"

After the voice fell, His Majesty Li Er walked out of the mourning hall with an extremely sad and ugly face, and walked slowly towards the door of Du Mansion surrounded by a group of eunuchs and Qian Niuwei.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of officials and gentry followed His Majesty Li Er's footsteps and hurried out of the mourning hall, intending to leave Du's mansion.

Guo Ye, Du He and the servants of Du's family watched Li Shimin leave, and shouted loudly: "Send the sage back to the palace!"

After His Majesty Li Er left, the crowd who came to condolences in Du's residence actually left in disorder, and soon there were not many left.

During this period, Guo Ye was standing behind Du He, and found several elders coming to give Du He a few words of encouragement.

One is Yu Shinan, who sacrificed wine to the Imperial Academy, and the other is Du Ruhui's good comrade-in-arms during his lifetime, Fang Xuanling, who was plotting against Du Ruhui, Chu Suiliang, the secretary of the Imperial Academy, and Wei Zheng, an admonishing doctor...

However, there are only a few people who come and go, compared to the short-lived guests who came to express their condolences and then left in a hurry, this is only a handful.

Seeing this, Guo Ye sighed secretly, "Damn it, it's really a cold drink, and the officialdom is indeed the most ruthless place."

Du He laughed at himself, and said to Guo Ye: "Second brother, am I right? These people are not coming for my father, they are obviously coming for the current saint. Hehe, thanks to my father's kindness to others, and It’s convenient for people, but what’s the use in the end?”

Guo Ye also shook his head helplessly when he heard the words, patted Du He on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, you still have me, and with Second Brother Guo, you will never be bullied by others!"

At this time,

Suddenly, a group of people rushed in from the gate, and ran towards this side with a crackling sound, shouting at Du He while running:

"Du He, Du He, my roommate is here~!"

"Du He, Wei Shuyu is here!"

"Du He, my father Cheng Yaojin and your father are old friends, we are brothers, how can I, Cheng Huaiyi, not come?"

"Huaiyi is right. The Qin and Du families are family friends. How could Qin Huaiyu not come?"

"To guard the spirit of Mr. Du, how could the eldest grandson Yumo not come?"

……

"Don't worry about Du He, all the brothers from our calligraphy class are here, there must be no one left!"

……

Apparently, a group of dandies from the calligraphy class headed by Changsun Yumo all ran to Du's mansion while it was dark.

Just as the group of people approached Guo Ye and Du He as deacons, there was a sudden sound of empty bowls at the door, and a group of monks wearing cassocks poured into the door of Du's mansion one after another, leading a middle-aged monk with both hands Put the palms together and sing a promise:

"The poor monk is the presiding officer of the Yunshan Temple. Du Ruhui is a good minister and assistant minister of the Tang Dynasty. He has donated incense to my Yunshan Temple. I came here tonight to recite sutras for the old man, so that the old man can have a good morning." Go to the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!"

Abbot Liaokong of Yunshan Temple finished speaking, and led a group of monks to the mourning hall, ready to chant scriptures for salvation.

Guo Ye was surprised that the group of monks in Yunshan Temple were well-informed, and saw a young Taoist in the Taoist robe of Seven Stars and Eight Diagrams walking into the door of the Du Mansion, followed by a dozen Taoist priests holding whisks.

The young Taoist Guo Ye knew him, and it turned out to be his cheap nephew Li Chunfeng.

I saw Li Chunfeng flicking his fly whisk, walked up to Guo Ye and Du He, first gave Guo Ye a slap in the face, and said in a low voice: "So the teacher, the uncle is here too?"

Guo Ye hummed and asked, "Why are you here?"

Li Chunfeng flung his whisk coquettishly again, and said to Du Heji, "This is Mr. Du's son, right? The poor man was ordered by his family teacher Yuan Tiangang to come to Du's residence to help Mr. Du pass away." , Immeasurable longevity, compassion and compassion~"

After finishing speaking, he led a group of Taoist priests behind him and walked slowly towards the mourning hall.

Guo Ye looked at Li Chunfeng's cool figure, and murmured in his heart, he is a monk, a Taoist, a Buddhist, and a Taoist. It seems that the old man of the Du family really did all the good deeds during his lifetime, so he deserves this blessing!

He muttered in his heart, and then looked at Du He beside him, he was already shocked by the successive situations just now, he froze in place tongue-tied, unable to speak for a while.

However, Guo Ye could still see the gratification on his face, at least people's hearts were not as terrible as he imagined.

Immediately, Guo Ye grabbed Du He's shoulders and said softly: "Don't think about it, Mrs. Du is blessed. Didn't you see it?"

As he said, he pointed to the direction of the mourning hall, where there were monks and Taoist priests, and then pointed to the people in the calligraphy class around him, and said in relief:

"At least, there is still true love in the world!"

After all, the arm around Du He's shoulder did not let go, pushing and tugging: "Let's go, take us to the mourning hall, we also have to pay homage to Mr. Du!"

"Brothers, go, keep up!"