After saying goodbye to Li Ran, Confucius got on the carriage and drove to Qufu under Zilu's escort.

Li Ran kept looking at it until the carriage disappeared.

Li Ran returned to the city, and now the Yunyi city is in a state of desolation.

The Duke of Lu was gone, and all the troops of Qi and Jin were withdrawn, and the so-called "rebels" had gone their separate ways. Only the original people in the city had not yet returned.

And the only things that are left in the city are the offensive and defensive equipment hanging on the top of the city and scattered around the ground outside the city, it seems that they are the only ones who witnessed everything in the past.

When Li Ran arrived at his official residence, he first asked Yuhe about Ji Le's condition.

The medical and medical days can be said to have exhausted all their hearts and encouraged them to maintain their lives in sacrifices and joy.

Although he was very skilled in medicine, he could not change his fate in the end. He was helpless about the situation of sacrificing music and could only do his best.

Li Ran was grateful to see that he was so tired of his beloved wife.

However, when Yihe was facing Li Ran's inquiry, he couldn't help but remain silent for a while:

"Young master, the young lady's illness has already entered the inner world, and all the internal organs are damaged, so it is difficult to cure. If the lady has any unfulfilled wishes, if she can settle them, she can also be relieved or beneficial to her condition..."

When Li Ran heard this, he felt a little cold in his heart.

"Is it... even the sir able to do anything?"

Yihe sighed again, without replying.

With his brain clear, Li Ran came to Ji Le's side. When he saw her, a smile appeared involuntarily at the corner of his mouth:

"As Le'er wished, Ji Sun is dead, and Zhongni has now gone to Qufu. If everything goes well, we might as well go to Qufu together, and then let Fan Li bring Guang'er to Qufu together. Then our family of three will meet in Qufu! What does the wife think?"

The eyes of the music of the God-Sheng-Yu couldn't help but lit up, and the joy came from the heart:

"If this can be done, then... it would be really great."

Seeing Ji Le like this, Li Ran couldn't help feeling sad. But in front of Ji Le, he still had to pretend that nothing happened.

...

Confucius also rushed to Qufu and finally arrived. When Yang Hu heard the news, he went straight to the city gate and wanted to take him directly to Ji's mansion. The two sat in the carriage.

Confucius smiled slightly and bowed to Yang Hu:

"Congratulations to Brother Yang!"

Yang Hu smiled and shook his head:

"Haha, this matter has not been successful yet, and I still need the help of Zhongni!"

"I wonder what Brother Yang has plans next?"

When Yang Hu heard Confucius' question, he couldn't help but remained silent for a moment before he looked up and said:

"Everyone in the world said that Brother Zhongni knew Zhou Li very well, and he asked about Li in the Zhou room. I believe that Brother Zhongni must be a person with great knowledge and there are few rivals in the world. Today, I would like to ask Brother Zhongni to come to see if I can find some excuses at Ji Sun Yiru's funeral..."

In the last sentence, Yang Hu pressed his words very low, but Confucius could hear them clearly.

He hesitated for a moment, and then bowed and said with a smile:

"Ji Sunyiru can do it, but how can others not do it? How can you repay kindness with kindness? Qiu Weng will fulfill this fate!"

After all, Confucius actually stood on Duke Zhao of Lu from beginning to end. Now Duke Zhao of Lu has passed away, and his desire to take revenge is extremely strong.

Besides, this move also had the effect of suppressing the Three Huans and advocating the office, and Confucius naturally refused it without any reason.

Yang Hu brought Confucius to Ji Sunyiru's mourning hall. Ji Sunyi had already entered the coffin at this moment. And Confucius arrived at this time, and it was approaching the day of his burial (the literati and officials were buried for three days and three months). Therefore, all the things he had buried with him were piled aside.

Confucius was a polite person after all. Although he was facing Ji Sun Yiru, he still worshipped him respectfully. He and his disciple Zilu, he personally thorn a straw man as a burial object.

Just when Confucius wanted to place this straw man in the mourning hall, he suddenly found that there was a mourning hall next to it.

"Huh? Isn't this piece of pill..."

It was only because Confucius had entered the palace many times when Duke Zhao of Lu was still in Qufu, so he could tell at a glance that this sac was a thing in the palace.

Confucius remembered it in his heart and remained silent. After the worship was over, Confucius and Yang Hu came to the secret room. Confucius told Yang Hu about the matter.

But Yang Hu still seems to be a little confused.

"That 生口... was originally Ji Sun Yiru's belongings, I wonder what it is?"

"Yuan is the property where the princes were buried. As a noble family, if Ji family buried them together, this is not consistent with the etiquette. Can this be confirmed by his usurpation?"

When Yang Hu heard this, he suddenly realized and said with a smile:

"That's right! It's right! This thing was originally something that Ji Sunyiru wanted, and Hu originally planned to use it as a burial object. However, he did not expect that there was such a fine line in it! Since this is the case, this matter can be widely publicized!"

Confucius thought for a while and said:

"In addition, when he is buried, he can arrange the person who carries the coffin and walks the seven steps of the emperor. In this way, everyone will witness the Ji family's funeral that is not in line with etiquette!"

Yang Hu laughed again when he heard this:

"Sure! Sure enough! Guanzi Yuguo doesn't deceive me! It's great to ask Zhongni to come and help me! Okay, Hu will make arrangements!"

Yang Hu was fully responsible for organizing Ji Sun Yiru's funeral, and now that he was about to be buried, those who carried the coffin were ready. Yang Hu told them one by one the steps when he carried the coffin.

However, those Confucians looked at each other indifferently. Most of them felt that this was inappropriate, but since the master asked so, they would not raise any objections.

The next day, Yang Hu came to the mourning hall again, staring at the piece of the pot that was already placed in the conspicuous place in the middle of the hall, thinking about how to bury the object with great fanfare.

Zhong Lianghuai accompanied him, and saw that Yang Hu was stunned at Yan Fu. He also heard that the pace of burial had also been changed. Now he saw Yang Hu's situation again.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Zhong Lianghuai was shocked by the thought of these two things.

In a hurry, I didn't have to think about it carefully. I went straight forward, grabbed the skull and ran out!

This time, it was completely beyond Yang Hu's expectations.

When he realized his reaction, Zhong Lianghuai had already run out with Yu Qian. Yang Hu immediately took people to chase him and blocked him at the gate.

Seeing that he could not escape, Zhong Lianghuai raised the skull high above his head and shouted loudly:

"Stay Yanghu! Otherwise, I will destroy this thing!"

Just because Zhong Lianghuai was outside the Ji Mansion, his loud shout directly attracted the crowd of onlookers.

Seeing this, Yang Hu did not dare to come forward to argue, so he had to stop and angrily scolded:

"Zhong Lianghuai! What are you going to do?"

At this time, everyone from Ji's mansion rushed over and surrounded the scene.

Zhong Lianghuai said with his head raised:

"As the family priest whom the first lord trusts most, you are fully responsible for this funeral, but you have repeatedly fallen into the first lord's injustice. What is your intention? Unless you promise in public that you will change your steps and denied that Zhong will never give in!"

Seeing that there were many people around here, Yang Hu could not do anything to Zhong Lianghuai, so he could only swallow his anger and said:

"The corpse of the first lord has not been cold. We are all retainers of the Ji family. Don't do anything randomly! If you have something to say, you can say it!"

"Hmph! The burial of the lord is the ritual of the princes, and there are seven steps to bury. This is the ritual of the emperor! Both of these are not in line with the identity of the former lord. What are you trying to do?!"

Yang Hu took a deep breath.

"Zhong Lianghuai, the first lord once took charge of the emperor's affairs during his lifetime. Now he is buried with the rituals of the king. What's wrong with it? Besides, this first lord is the most beloved thing of the first lord, so what's wrong with burying it with him? You are obviously messing around!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Lianghuai couldn't help but sneer again:

"Hmph! Although the first lord took charge of the king's affairs, he was just a 'takeover' after all. As a minister, how could he be buried with the rituals of the king?! Zhong was not here to mess around. Please ask the Ji Mansion, if you act like this, how many people would have no words?"

When the people around him heard Zhong Lianghuai say this, they couldn't help but start to discuss it. They all felt that Ji's family should not have been involved in the burial ceremony.

Of course, there are also some people from the Ji clan who think that it is not impossible to give the head of the family such a specification.

Yang Hu glanced at everyone, and knew that if he was determined to do this, he would shoot himself in the foot.

So, I had to laugh out loud on the spot.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but look confused. Yang Hu laughed and heard him say:

"Before the first lord passed away, I just hoped that he would be buried by the glory. Hu just wanted to fulfill the last wish of the first lord. But I didn't know that this move would be offensive. If it weren't for Lord Zhong's reminder, Hu would almost cause a disaster!"

"Hmph! Even if the scenery is beautiful, you must stop at the right time. How can you be so arrogant?! This is a disaster for me, Ji. If the first lord was here, it would not be like this!"

Zhong Lianghuai was neither humble nor arrogant, but he still called out loudly.
Chapter completed!