The passers-by are vicious

At the same time, in the completely opposite direction, a team dressed in mourning clothes was slowly moving forward.

They were carrying a bright red coffin, followed closely by a large group of soldiers in mourning clothes with a bloody smell on their bodies.

General Ji's legs kept shaking as he walked forward with difficulty. Every step seemed so heavy and painful.

When the two groups met, people were surprised to find that they were wearing the same white mourning clothes and paper money was flying in the air.

For a moment, the whole street was shrouded in sadness.

"Whose family has passed away?" a passerby asked puzzledly.

The person next to him immediately replied, "You are not from Daqing. This is General Ji Xian! He was attacked by foreign enemies while suppressing a rebellion and unfortunately died on the battlefield. He is a great hero of our Daqing!"

After hearing the news, people fell silent and looked at the red coffin with reverence in their hearts.

I just watched the two coffins pass by each other and then be carried in different directions.

At the Ji family's ancestral tomb, before the burial, a soldier wrapped in cloth slowly walked forward, tears and sadness flashing in his eyes.

He carefully took out the snow-white jade ring from his arms. This ring was of great significance to Ji Xian.

The soldiers all knew that Ji Xian would often take out this ring from his chest and wipe it carefully, as if he was stroking some precious treasure.

When they collected Ji Xian's body, they did not find the ring, so he took other soldiers to look for it everywhere, and finally found the ring stained with blood on the battlefield where blood was flowing like a river.

They took the time and effort to clean the ring before bringing it here.

Although they didn't know who the owner of the ring was, judging from the exquisite patterns and lifelike pear blossom designs on it, they guessed that the woman must be Ji Xian's beloved.

Now, let this ring be buried with Ji Xian. They re-threaded the ring with the red string and gently put it around Ji Xian's neck.

As the coffin was lowered into the ground and dust began to cover everything, the soldier, a large, sturdy man wrapped in cloth, could no longer suppress his grief and burst into tears.

Recalling the time when Ji Xian first led them, many people were not convinced and even looked down on him because he was young and handsome.

However, when Ji Xian picked up his spear and knocked down those unconvinced soldiers one by one, they realized that Ji Xian was not as simple as he seemed.

Ji Xian became their general not only because of his surname Ji, but also because of his extraordinary strength.

On the other side, Song Qiyuan and Liu Benchu ​​watched as Jiang Wanwan's jade coffin was about to be buried in the Song family's ancestral tomb.

At this moment, Song Qiyuan suddenly lost control and pushed away the guards who were lifting the jade coffin.

He pushed open the coffin lid with such eagerness and force, his eyes fixed on Jiang Wanwan inside the coffin.

At this time, Jiang Wanwan was wearing the wedding dress she wore when they got married. The bright red color pierced Song Qiyuan's heart like blood.

He was always cold and distant, but at this moment he couldn't hide his inner sadness.

A drop of crystal tear slid down from his dark and deep eyes and dripped onto the phoenix crown on Jiang Wanwan's head.

His eyes were filled with pain and despair, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

Song Qiyuan's fingers lightly stroked Jiang Wanwan's face, as if he wanted to feel her presence, but was afraid to break this last bit of tranquility.

Liu Benchu, who was standing by, was pinching his hands tightly, his face was frighteningly pale, and his eyes were dull and lifeless, like ashes.

With a trembling voice, he spoke with difficulty: "Don't miss the opportunity..." His words were weak and pale.

Jiang Lang's eyes were red and he said in a hoarse voice, "Brother-in-law, let my sister rest in peace."

Song Qiyuan's body stiffened, as if he was deeply hurt by these two words. His eyes were dim and his fingers trembled as he stroked the edge of the coffin. Then he slowly closed his eyes and waved his sleeves vigorously.

The guards came forward silently, gently lifted the lid of the jade coffin, and prepared to close it again.

Song Qiyuan stood helplessly by the side, watching the guards slowly close the jade coffin. The beautiful and familiar face gradually disappeared from his sight, covered by the cold jade.

As the lid of the jade coffin closed, there was a dull sound and a feeling of suffocation surged in my chest.

As the coffin was buried, dust gradually covered everything, burying everything underground.

Song Qiyuan and Liu Benchu ​​seemed to have lost their souls, their feet seemed to be nailed down, unable to move even a step.

They stood there quietly, looking at everything in front of them, with only desolation in their hearts.

In the capital, the wife of Marquis Weixin and Ji Xian, who was named the brave general, were buried at the same time. On that day, the atmosphere in the entire capital seemed particularly heavy.

According to the decree, officials at all levels and ordinary people must wear white mourning clothes to express their respect and mourning for the deceased.

In addition, the court also ordered that killing and eating meat was prohibited within three months as a sign of respect for the dead.

White curtains were hung in front of the doors of various mansions, which was both a compliance with the emperor's will and a tribute to the heroic general Ji Xian.

As for the Ji family, since Ji Xian died in battle, General Ji resigned from his official position and no longer interfered in the affairs of the court.

Now, all the direct descendants of his family have died on the battlefield, and General Ji is no longer able to bear the burden of the court.

However, at this moment, Song Qiyuan personally came to General Ji holding a baby wrapped in purple silk.

Without further ado, General Ji saw the baby boy at a glance. The child's brows were sharp, and General Ji burst into tears and trembled with excitement.

He took the child carefully, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Tears slid down General Ji's old cheeks and dripped onto the child's tender face.

"This is Ah Xian's child..."

General Ji murmured to himself, his voice filled with endless sadness and relief.

Song Qiyuan just silently looked at the eyes of the child in the old general's arms when he opened his eyes, and then left silently.

After walking out of General Ji's mansion, the sunlight fell on Song Qiyuan's temples. His white hair was mixed with black hair, and half of his hair was white.

Song Qiyuan took the older twin brother with him to raise him and ignored Old Madam Song's questions about the whereabouts of her younger brother.

But as General Ji had a new grandson, how could Madam Song not know about it? She made a fuss for a while and then stopped talking.

As for Su Wanran, he was taken away by his younger brother Su Ran and hid in the yard to worship Buddha.

Time flies, and the years pass by like water. Song Qiyuan still stands tall in the courtyard of Yaoguang Garden, with one hand behind his back, looking at the pear tree. Even with gray hair, his handsome face is still hard to hide.

His expression was filled with sorrow and his voice was hoarse and pale. “When…will you…come…to take me away…?”