Chapter 1268 1268: One battle determines the southwest (5) [Please vote]
Cui Zhi also wants to know who this scribe is.
He cares more about his mother-in-law in the coffin than Cui Hui. He knows Cui Hui but their relationship is tense. There are not many male candidates who meet these two conditions, and Cui Zhi's previous absurd guess is obviously wrong. . But this is obviously not the time to explore this.
Excessive pain, loss of control, and signs of impact on the heart.
If you don't control it and calm your thoughts, it will be a serious injury at the least, and more serious means that the mourning hall can only hold another coffin.
Cui Zhi was attentive, and from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Cui Hui's struggling movements when he wanted to step forward to help but restrained himself. He closed his eyes and ruthlessly chose to take advantage of others' danger. When the scribe was in a daze, he used the spirit of words to subdue him, sealing off the alchemy mansion and cutting off the communication bridge between the other side's alchemy mansion and the meridians and cultural energy. As long as the literary spirit cannot be mobilized, no matter how strong the other party's mood is for a while, he will not be able to kill himself.
This is not safe enough.
Cui Zhi was about to give the scribe another calming word and forcibly sedate him, but before he could move, the opponent's backhand choked his wrist. When Cui Zhi thought he was going to turn against him and make a fuss in the mourning hall, the scribe endured the sharp pain in his veins on his forehead and vomited out another mouthful of blood, muttering: "No need."
The scribe wiped it with the back of his hand. Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he held the altar table with his other hand and tensed his back hard and slowly. He looked much calmer, and the aura around him was completely different from when he went up the mountain. It seemed that most of his anger had been drained away. Cui Zhi stared at his profile in a daze, and made a new discovery from this angle - the profile of this man was similar to that of his brother-in-law before he became fatter.
Looking carefully, the facial features are somewhat similar to Ke Wu.
When we were at the foot of the mountain, the other party introduced him as Cui?
If you remember correctly, before Cui Zhi and Cui Hui got married, his wife briefly mentioned that her father was the son-in-law, and all the children born to her mother-in-law would take their mother's surname. Looking back and thinking about the strange reaction of the scribe when he went up the mountain, it is difficult to say that it was not a mysterious connection between blood lines.
So——
Whose brother-in-law is this too?
The scribe did not hold on for long. When he saw the coffin close at hand, tears rolled out. He brushed away Cui Zhi's hand that was trying to support him, and stood swaying with his hands on the altar table. His straight back bent a little bit, as if someone had taken away the vertebrae one by one. Cui Zhi was horrified to see drops of blood spilling from the scribe's closed lips and teeth, hitting the altar table, and blending with tears.
“Sister——”
Heavy footsteps came from outside the mourning hall.
A rough male voice broke the suffocating atmosphere of the mourning hall and allowed the air to circulate again: "The new medicine has been boiled. This time the prescription is better than the last time. The two high fevers yesterday did not go away. The patient has escaped danger, and the group at the foot of the mountain sent..."
A shadow like a wall of flesh covered half of the door.
With the appearance of the middle-aged man, the mourning hall, which had little lighting, became even more gloomy and gloomy, and even the air seemed colder. The middle-aged man was stunned by this formation. He did not expect that there was a third person in the mourning hall. Because of his position, Cui Hui blocked the middle-aged man's view. As a result, he did not see the appearance of the third person clearly, and simply thought that the other person was also a guest who came to express his condolences to his mother after hearing the news. He stopped what he just said, and Cui Hui said: "Go and get mourning clothes."
The middle-aged man was confused.
The three people who need to be in mourning on the mountain have already worn hemp. Cui Zhi, who is nominally his ex-son-in-law, does not need it himself. Even if he has not yet reconciled, he can only wear hemp, but his brother-in-law does not. Agree: [It is said among the people that a son-in-law is half a son, and it is natural for a son to pay filial piety and mourn his mother. Since we are a family, don’t worry about these things. 】
Take another one for who to wear?
You can’t give it to guests who come to express their condolences, right?
“Take hemp?”
"Take them all together."
The middle-aged man felt his scalp numb when he heard this.
He had a guess about the identity of the middle-aged man. He took two steps forward and passed Cui Hui, and then he saw clearly the person coming, a man he had not seen for more than 20 years. Even though they hadn’t seen each other for so long, they still recognized him at first sight. However, when he opened his mouth, the name stuck in his throat and swirled around the tip of his tongue, unable to come out. The middle-aged man swallowed, thinking that his mother's funeral hall was at his feet.
Finally, he had to bite the bullet and said, "Father."
Cui Zhi: "..."
He suddenly cast an incredulous look at his brother-in-law.
Brother-in-law’s father?
Mother-in-law’s husband?
Isn’t that my own...
Old father-in-law?
Cui Zhi felt that his mind almost stopped.
If he remembered correctly, isn't his father-in-law no longer alive? It is said that he followed the senior brother of Ke Wu.
Why are you entangled with the Immortal Cultists?
Cui Zhi was full of doubts.
But I also know that now is not the time to get to the bottom of it.
"I'll get it, and the three of you can reminisce about old times." Judging from the attitude of Ke Wu and his brother-in-law towards their old father-in-law, their father-daughter/father-son relationship is not very friendly, and then think about the mother-in-law who has been a monk for many years and has served the Buddha. The twists and turns are probably More than he imagined. Cui Zhi looked at the three of them, and took over the task of getting mourning clothes. He hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but put a tightening spell on the three of them: "After all, we are in front of the mother's spirit. If the first seven days have not passed, you will forget it." No matter how many conflicts there are, they should be put aside first.”
Don’t start arguing at this time.
The brother-in-law shrank his shoulders, and Kewu gave him a warning look not to meddle in other people's business. The old father-in-law coughed for a while and straightened up, his breath weak, and he looked sideways at him: "Who are you?"< br>
The unwholesome aura hits my face.
Having just experienced extreme emotions of grief and despair, Cui Xiao's hands and feet were limp and he had no strength at all. My brain is also groggy, and everything I see is like seeing flowers through a fog. For a time, I lost my ability to think. I couldn't remember who I was, why I was here, or what these people in front of me were doing. All I knew was that the pain in my chest was unbearable, there were so many people in front of me, and I couldn't suppress the feeling of dizziness and vomiting that affected my nerves.
Cui Zhi said: "My son-in-law Cui Zhi."
Cui Xiao said lightly "Oh".
He was gasping for breath, as if he couldn't hold it any longer, so he slid one leg along the altar table and sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes blank, just weeping. Cui Zhi sighed, turned around and went to the back hall to get mourning clothes.
The nunnery accepts women of all ages. There are babies who were abandoned in their infancy, and there are also octogenarians who have no one to support them. In order to allow the elderly to live in dignity, the nunnery has two free courtyards. Three spare coffins and complete mourning attire.
When he came back, the father and daughter were talking.
"Today is the seventh day of my mother's life. You're too late." Cui Hui couldn't tell her how she was feeling now. It would be fine if Cui Xiao never showed up. When everything calms down, she would bring him the news of her mother's death, and maybe he would be able to return the favor. I would say a few words of relief, but Cui Xiao happened to show up on the first seven days and gathered a crowd around the mountain to ask for medicinal materials. What does this mean? It shows that he has been active in the southwest during this period. Maybe he was not far from Qingshui An when his mother suffered.
This speculation made her completely confused.
I couldn't help but feel resentment in my mind.
Even if her reason told her, this emotion was untenable.
"Why didn't you come earlier?" The old father-in-law didn't respond at all. Cui Hui's body and spirit had reached the critical point, and he was extremely tired. He kept asking him repeatedly why he didn't come earlier. Tears welled up in her tear glands that she thought had dried up again, and she blurted out her grievances, and even called the other person by name, "Cui Shanxiao, why didn't you come earlier! If you had come earlier, my mother-in-law would not have died tragically with regrets! Even if I couldn't save her, , at least let her meet you!”
Every Buddhist scripture copied, every Buddha's name recited.
In addition to atonement, it might not be for him, Cui Xiao! When Cui Hui was growing up, she gathered half of her parents' life experiences from the mouths of her grandparents, uncles and aunts in the village, including their childhood, adolescence, youth and even middle age. A Weng, a ruthless gangster who spent most of his life licking blood from his swords, gave all his kindness to his only daughter, and even had to raise her husband from an early age. The son-in-law is more comfortable raising a small family.
Uncles and aunts laugh just thinking about it.
【Your father loved to cry and was clingy when he was a child. 】
[That is, when I can’t see anyone, I start to cry, and I follow my wife’s butt like a tail all day long. 】
【My sister and I are screaming all day long. 】
【Didn’t you call me Fairy Daughter at first? 】
【I have never seen a fairy daughter who can lift an ax to chop people's heads and cut melons into pieces, so Xiao Cui grew up with her, and everything she looked at felt like she was looking at a fairy. Alas, Tong Yang’s son-in-law is really worry-free. Go back and talk to Xiao Cui and look for one for our A Hui. 】
【Didn’t Xiao Cui have so many apprentices? 】
As a private school master, Xiao Cui is also full of peaches and plums in the county.
Cui Xiao remained silent, covering his face with his hands, wishing he could ball up. Cui Zhi outside the door also felt numb. If I heard correctly, Kewu just called his old father-in-law "Cui Shanxiao"? Fortunately, this name is very familiar to him.
Over the past few years, the countries in the southwest have been doing things overtly and covertly, digging holes to make people jump, including but not limited to paying and bribing officials in counties and counties adjacent to the southwest, allowing corruption and maladministration to start at the grassroots level, and bribing locals. The nobles were at odds with the government.
It had some effect at first.
But the news will soon reach Yushitai.
The efficiency was so high that people once suspected that it was because Yushitai raised the bandits for their own sake. Cui Zhi, as the head of the Southwest Branch, also participated in the trip to Kang Guo as the head of the Cui family.
People's livelihood in Kang State is developing too fast, and every business has to get involved. Take cultured pearls as an example. This is Cui's cake. Kang State is still building land roads and opening river roads non-stop. , one can almost predict the scope of influence in the future. Of course, Mrs. Cui could not sit still and wait for death. Cui Zhi had sufficient understanding in this regard.
Follow the clues and find Cui Xiao, the supervisory censor.
Cui Xiao is an unknown person. He once served under Wu Xian and has a good relationship with Qin Li and Zhao Feng. However, he has not made any achievements for many years and has not been used by Wu Xian. He left Wu Xian and went to Shen Tang. He was not considered a senior official, but it was still much better than staying under Wu Xian's tent and picking his feet. As a supervisory censor, he travels around all year round and has little reputation outside. He would not have known about this person unless he deliberately investigated.
These are information that can be easily found by the outside world.
Cui Zhi made other discoveries in the Gods Association channel.
Now it seems that the channel of the Gods Association is not omnipotent, otherwise Cui Zhi would not have known until now that he was not only the supervisory censor of Kang State, but also his nominal father-in-law. Looking at Kewu's reaction, the last time father and daughter met must not have been more than 20 years ago! Cui Hui knew early on that his biological father was serving in the state of Kang.
Realizing this, contacting Cui Huihe again after leaving for many years before returning home, the purpose may be deeper than he imagined. But he didn't want to delve into the truth right now, at least not in front of his mother-in-law. Cui Zhi organized his thoughts and handed Qi Shuai to his old father-in-law, who was in better spirits: "My father-in-law has passed away. My condolences to you."
After saying this, he was stunned for the first time.
The two of them were on the mountain road, and what he said to himself was returned intact. What a sad scene this is?
Cui Xiao looked at his soaked palms and said nothing.
Cui Zhi could only put the mourning clothes aside.
"Tell me carefully before and after what happened to your mother."
I couldn't explain it clearly on the mountain road just now, and many details were not mentioned. Now that we are a family, there is nothing to avoid.
Cui Hui sighed and finished speaking. Cui Zhi saw the sounds of his old father-in-law who had descended from heaven coming from his throat, which sounded like crying but not crying, or smiling but not smiling. His eyes were filled with tears, and the corners of his lips were filled with tears. It evokes a stiff and weird arc. Covering his eyes with one hand, he slowly changed his movements from sitting slumped against the altar table to kneeling forward and bowing his head, resting his forehead against the rough bricks.
Dong dong dong——
Bump once and then again.
His reaction even made a pair of children realize something was wrong.
A quarter of an hour later, Cui Xiaocai was persuaded by his son, and his whole face turned gray. Cui Zhi carefully noticed that the hair on the other side's temples had turned gray at some point. Cui Xiao pushed away his son's support, staggered a few steps towards the coffin, raised his hand and slowly pushed the coffin lid open, revealing a pale and old face. The abbot in the coffin is in his early sixties, and his skin has long lost the whiteness and firmness of his youth. His face is full of scars left by the years. Only the familiar look of Cui Xiao can be vaguely seen from his eyebrows: "It turns out, you are old. It looks like this.”
“It’s different from what I imagined.”
Cui Xiao also thought that the fierce woman was also a fierce woman when she got old.
The wife in my memory was the "son" raised by my father-in-law. She galloped through the mountains and fields as if they were flat fields. My father-in-law regretted that she was born as a girl until his death. If it were a man, he would suffer a lot less.
I never thought she would be so kind and kind.
Cui Xiao stroked her eyebrows with his fingers.
What appears in front of my eyes are every scene of past love.
"I should have come to you, even if my sister refuses to see me."
Time is like running water, and it will never come back. Life is only a few decades in a hurry, and I have wasted so many precious days.
He was unable to hold the coffin, and he was as angry as a thread.
Suddenly, another inappropriate sneer came out.
"Haha, I thought... what is the consummation ceremony... It's you, it's you, why is it you?"
Cui Zhi was frightened after hearing a few vague words.
Cui Xiao rested his forehead on the coffin lid, his voice tired and sleepy.
“I remember that the Lord once comforted several children who lost their parents and told them that death is never the end of life, but that the living forget... Even you have to forget me, so for so many years, You care about me the most, right?"
He should have thought of it by turning a blind eye.
The way of the scribes, isn’t it really a curse that tortures people’s hearts?
"The person who cares about me the most is gone." How ridiculous was it that he got a breakthrough on this day when he couldn't find any clue? Cui Xiao's head was resting on his folded arms. Like every time he looked at him when he was young, he sighed in a deep voice, "You are an unknown person in the palace of the king of hell. Who knows that I will not become an unknown ghost in the world... ”
Just right and a perfect match.
(灬)
The more you cling to something, the easier it is to lose it.
Cui Xiao thought that what he was obsessed with was a high official and a good salary, Feng Yin's wife, and the glorious family lintel that his father-in-law expected, so he mixed things up that he shouldn't have done without telling his family.