On the occasion of rebirth Zhou Sui

Chapter 578 Return to Beijing in a hurry

In the Shangshu Province, Cui Qiji, who was staying in Jinyang to supervise the country, suddenly sneezed several times.

This caused Fang Xuanling, the minister of law, to look at him sideways and say:

"The prince is injured by Fenghan? Come, call the imperial doctor."

Cui Qiji did not stop him. When he first entered the battlefield, he did not care about his life, but in his daily life, influenced by his father Cui Che, he cherished his body.

"Thank you Fang Lingjun."

Cui Qiji thanked him.

However, when the imperial doctor arrived and examined Cui Qiji's pulse, he found that his pulse was stable, even and powerful, and did not appear to be sick.

As for the reason why Cui Qiji sneezed, we still can't figure it out.

Back to Cui Che, when he brought Cui Youzhi back to Jixian, Yang Lihua looked at her grandson's current dark and thin appearance, which made her feel very distressed.

After hearing about his experiences during this period, Yang Lihua cried:

"Badger has been well-dressed and well-fed since he was a child. How could he have ever suffered like this?"

Cui Che said unconcernedly:

"It's all in the past, why are you still crying?"

Yang Lihua glared at him:

"I cry that Your Majesty is so cruel."

Cui Youzhi comforted him and said:

"Grandma the Queen should not blame Grandfather the Emperor. My grandson has learned a lot from this experience, so he feels that he should let his grandpa experience it too."

Yang Lihua was doubtful, but Cui Youzhi secretly winked at Cui Che, who was holding back a bad smile.

After touring northern Xinjiang, Cui Che no longer had any reason to stay in Jixian. With the people in the city watching, he drove away from Youzhou and headed south.

In the prefectures and counties he passed along the way, people lined the streets to greet him.

When passing through Anping County in Dingzhou, Cui Che and Cui Youzhi showed their faces in front of the tribe, paid homage to the ancestral hall, and then went to the ancestral graves, pointing to the tombs of their close relatives, and introducing their identities to Cui Youzhi.

Even among these people, he had met his grandmother Cui Fengshi.

When Cui Che's honor guard arrived in Xiangzhou, Cui Che suddenly received the bad news from Jinyang. His aunt Cui Zhaorong's time was running out, and the Duke of Yu's mansion had followed her instructions and was preparing for the funeral.

Cui Zhaorong was nearly eighty years old. In ancient times when seventy years could be considered a rare age, he was already a long-lived person.

Cui Che had been mentally prepared for this day, but when he heard the news, he still felt heartbroken.

He immediately interrupted his patrol and hurried back to Jinyang. He even felt that walking with the large army was too slow.

Cui Che left his family behind, led a thousand cavalry by himself, and rushed back to Jinyang via Jingxing, covered with stars and moon, in only more than ten days.

But he came back late after all, and the Duke Yu's mansion was already hung with white cloth.

Cui Che's eyes were bloodshot. He was already exhausted. Seeing the arrangement of Duke Yu's mansion, he naturally knew that Cui Zhaorong had not waited for him.

If Changsun Wuji hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands to hold him up, Cui Che would have almost fainted and fell to the ground.

Cui Che regained his composure and said in a deep voice:

"I'm not old, I don't need help from anyone!"

Changsun Wuji had no choice but to let go, and Cui Che staggered into Duke Yu's mansion. When the guests saw him, they all knelt down and saluted.

Cui Che turned a deaf ear and walked toward the mourning hall like a zombie.

Prince Cui Qiji and his attendant Pei Xiu came out to welcome him.

Cui Che looked at Cui Qiji's haggard face, and a flash of comfort flashed in his heart. Then he looked at the emaciated Pei Xiu, and Cui Che couldn't help holding him tightly and crying bitterly.

Everyone in the mourning hall was kicked out, leaving only Cui Che and Pei Xiu, and even the prince Cui Qiji had to wait outside.

Cui Che knelt down in front of Cui Zhaorong's coffin, burning paper money and asked:

"Did my aunt go away peacefully?"

Pei Xiu burned paper money with him and replied:

"He passed away in his sleep, without pain."

"Has she ever thought of me?"

"I've been thinking about you, and also about Le'er (Pei Le)."

"My aunt is old. I should stay in Jinyang and not let Leer go to Yongzhou."

"Mother will not blame you."

"I know."

After Cui Che said this, the two of them were silent for a while, and Cui Che asked again:

"When will Leer come back?"

Pei Xiu replied:

"The news has been sent, but I'm afraid it's still a few days away."

There was another moment of silence, and for a long time, the only sound left in the mourning hall was the low sobbing of the two people.

When Cui Che came into this world, Cui Zhaorong has been taking care of him.

They say they are aunt and nephew, but they are actually like mother and son.

When Cui Che was still the Prime Minister of the Eastern Sui Dynasty, he had already given Cui Zhaorong the title of Junjun. After Cui Zhaorong's death, Cui Che appointed a special lady of the state and named her Mrs. Yu.

Cui Zhaorong's funeral was held with great grandeur. When the funeral was held, Cui Che carried a carriage and escorted him in a yellow house. He also mobilized ten thousand soldiers to escort him in formation.

All funeral systems are based on Huo Guang, a powerful official in the Western Han Dynasty.

Huo Guang's contribution to the Western Han Dynasty is well known to the world, and Cui Zhaorong, a woman of the female generation, has not made any contributions, but enjoys such high standards of courtesy, which naturally arouses heated discussion among the people.

When Cui Che went to the funeral, he sent Prince Cui Qiji to see Cui Zhaorong off, holding a mourning stick.

Cui Zhaorong's funeral was of high standard, but there were not many burial objects. When she gave instructions to future generations during her lifetime, she told Pei Xiu to give him a sparse burial.

Naturally, Cui Che would not disobey his aunt's last wish, and he did not want to attract the prying eyes of tomb robbers because of the rich burial objects.

Pei Xiu, Cui Qiji and Pei Le, who hurried back, escorted Cui Zhaorong's coffin to Wenxi County. Cui Zhaorong obviously wanted to be buried with Pei Xiu's late father.

Just like Cui Che's grandmother was buried in the ancestral grave of the Cui family, not the ancestral grave of the Feng family.

The reason why Cui Che did not send it off in person was because Cui Zhaorong's death had dealt a great blow to him. Cui Che was overly sad and exhausted physically and mentally. He is currently recuperating in Daming Palace, and state affairs continue to be handled by Fang Xuanling and others.

Seeing Cui Che's appearance, the ministers headed by Fang Xuanling came to express their condolences, but none of them had any effect.

Cui Che was immersed in the sadness of Cui Zhaorong's death and couldn't extricate himself.

Even Yang Lihua, Yang Awu, Cui Youzhi and others who returned to Jinyang could not bring him any comfort.

On this day, Mrs. Gao was taking care of Cui Che's daily life in the side hall. Avalokitesvara also came with her. She held a basin and asked:

"Father, can you let your daughter groom you today?"

Cui Che, who had a slovenly beard, suddenly felt itchy on his scalp when Guanyin Maid said this. He nodded and said:

"Sorry to trouble you."

Maid Guanyin was used to her stepfather being gentle and polite, so she wasn't too surprised and washed Cui Che's hair skillfully.

Mr. Gao on the side looked at this scene with complicated emotions.

She knows her daughter better than her mother. She just pretends not to know what her daughter is thinking. Once this kind of thing is revealed, her daughter will not have the dignity to appear by her side.

Guanyin Maid's technique is as comfortable as ever.

The palace maid carried the sewage out of the palace, and the Guanyin maid held a towel in her little hands and patiently rubbed Cui Che's hair dry.

She noticed a strand of white hair growing on Cui Che's temples, and Cui Che also noticed it in the bronze mirror.

When combing her hair into a bun, Guanyin wanted to cover it up. Cui Che shook his head and said:

"There's no need to hide it, people will grow old."

My thoughts are still confused, so I'll ask for another day off tonight.

(End of chapter)