Uncle Fu
Jinjiang's memorial hall was located in a remote part of the city. Once they entered Beiliang, they would be able to reach it.
That memorial hall was a stain on Jing Rong's life.
He wanted to cry, but no tears came out when he thought of the woman in his arms who had left him there for a night.
His eyes twitched.
Ji Yunshu looked at the pouring rain and said worriedly, "The rain will only get heavier in this situation. If there's a flood or a landslide, the consequences will be unthinkable. We should hurry to the memorial hall first."
Jing Rong pondered.
The guards were still trying to push the carriage that was stuck in the mud. Even though they used all their strength, they still could not push the wheels out of the mud.
The mud-like water was rolling and churning like mud. As it flowed down from the slope, it washed down many strange little things and some messy branches!
It looked like a flood was about to happen.
Jing Rong looked at the woman in his arms. The clothes on her left shoulder were completely soaked by the rain. Her feet were submerged in the yellow mud.
Thereupon …
Jing Rong immediately ordered, "Leave a few people here to push the carriage. This Prince will bring Teacher Ji to the memorial hall in front. You guys follow behind."
"Yes!"
Lang Po replied and ordered a few guards to stay behind.
Jing Rong and the rest were about to board the last carriage.
Ji Yunshu suddenly remembered, "Wait, there's a painting in the carriage. I want to bring it with me."
"Don't move. I'll go get it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his umbrella and went to the carriage to retrieve the scroll. He handed it to Ji Yunshu and entered the carriage behind him.
The moment they entered the carriage, a strong smell of wine assaulted their nostrils.
Mo Ruo was lying inside like a corpse. Beside him were some wine bottles that had fallen all over the place.
Puzzled!
How much more wine did this brat hide?
Jing Rong was disgusted.
He pushed Wei Yi aside.
Ji Yunshu hugged the damp painting and wiped it with her relatively dry sleeve.
Very protective!
Wei Yi blinked and asked, "Shu 'er, what is this?"
"A painting!"
"Whose painting is it?"
"A dead man's."
Wei Yi's eyes narrowed, but his expression remained indifferent. His eyes were still fixed on her.
The wisps of wet hair were dripping down from his forehead, on his long eyelashes and on his handsome face.
Only when his vision was blocked did he raise his sleeve and wipe it away.
Jing Rong also craned his neck to take a look. He asked curiously, "Who is the person in this portrait?"
The vinegar jar was about to overturn again!
She replied softly, "Do you still remember the strange skeleton I told you about in the 'Lin Capital Case'?"
"I remember!"
"These days, I've been assembling the portrait of the skeleton. It's almost finished in the past two days."
"Yes."
He nodded nonchalantly.
At this moment, Tang Si, who had gotten off the carriage to join the crowd, also joined them.
He hadn't finished the pancake in his hand.
He sat down next to Mo Ruo and gave him a disdainful look. "What a drunkard. He still has the nerve to say that he won't fall even after a thousand cups. He only drank a few jars with me and he's already collapsed."
He snorted.
She even kicked him in the thigh.
Then, her gaze lingered on the people in front of her. "Oh right, you were talking about going to the memorial hall? What kind of place is that? Is it the same as the inns in the Central Plains? "
"Yes." Ji Yunshu nodded.
"That's great. After such a long journey, we can finally have a good rest."
"That's not a place for the living to rest."
'Huh?'
She frowned in confusion. "Not for the living? Could it be for the dead? "
Ji Yunshu smiled but didn't reply.
The atmosphere in the carriage was extremely cold.
Tang Si's face contorted as if she had realized something.
She looked at the half-eaten pancake in her hand and lost her appetite. She flung it out of the carriage window.
Soon, the carriage bypassed the carriage that was stuck in the mud and entered the territory of Beiliang, heading towards the memorial hall.
After more than an hour, they finally arrived at the memorial hall.
Under the heavy rain, the memorial hall looked very strange.
The two red lanterns hanging outside the entrance swayed back and forth. One of them was blown away by the wind until even the paper on it was torn to shreds.
Lang Po dismounted and knocked on the door with an imperial guard.
Perhaps it was because the rain was too loud and Uncle Fu's ears weren't very good, but after knocking for a long time, the dilapidated door slowly opened.
Fu Bo was holding an old and yellowed oil-paper umbrella. He opened the door halfway and stuck half of his body out.
Zhang Canglan looked at the two people outside.
"You are?"
Lang Po was about to speak when …
"Fu Bo!"
Ji Yunshu's voice came from the carriage. She dismounted and held the umbrella, holding up her drenched robe as she walked over.
Fu Bo was shocked the moment he saw her.
"Teacher Ji?"
He immediately opened the other half of the door and asked in surprise, "Teacher Ji, didn't you go to the capital?"
Ji Yunshu smiled warmly. "I had some matters to attend to and passed by here."
"Oh, I see. You're finally back. You've been gone for a few months. My place has become much more deserted since I didn't see you."
This …
What does this mean?
The corner of Ji Yunshu's mouth twitched.
At this moment, Jing Rong and the others also alighted from the carriage.
Mo Ruozhen woke up the moment he reached the ground, but he looked at the carriage in a daze. If it wasn't for Tang Si's kind intentions, he would have fallen to the ground.
Fu Bo looked at the crowd and saw that they were all wet. He quickly said, "Why did you come in such a heavy rain? Come, come, come in quickly. It's raining so heavily outside, come in quickly. "
He spoke in the tone of an elder.
He welcomed everyone in.
However, when Wei Yi entered through the main door and passed by Fu Bo, he was clearly stunned. His pair of powerless eyes suddenly widened.
The oil-paper umbrella in his hand suddenly trembled!
Just in time …
Ji Yunshu saw it all!
But she didn't take it to heart.
The group of people rushed in and squeezed through the door into the courtyard, leaving behind a mess of muddy footprints. As the main door opened, a gust of wind blew in, bringing with it a pungent smell of rain.
The incense paper in the courtyard was also blown away by the gust of wind. All of them were swept up from the ground and scattered in the courtyard.
As the white smoke from the incense and candles curled up, the entire memorial hall became eerie.
Fu Bo led everyone into the main hall. Inside, besides the smell of incense and candles, there was also a strong smell of atractylodes.
On the far left, there were many coffins placed neatly.
There were also a few that weren't placed in the coffins. They were directly placed on a cold board and covered with white cloth.
When Tang Si entered, her eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
She grabbed Mo Ruozhen's clothes with one hand and moved closer to Ji Yunshu. "Ah Ji, what the hell is this place?"
She replied indifferently, "Didn't I tell you? This is a place for the dead to rest. "
"This … really is a place for the dead to rest."
Although she wasn't afraid of heaven or earth, she had never stayed with the dead in such a manner.
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