Li Xin was strong against public opinion, so he set off from Jincheng and arrived at Ningling by horse.

The distance from Jincheng to Ningling is slightly closer than to the capital, about more than 2,600 miles, and it will take ten days to get there, and the relationship between him and the Ye family is very deep, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the same qi and even branches, it stands to reason that when Ye Ming is sick, he should go to the capital to have a look, although various restrictions have caused Li Xin not to go to the capital, but at least he should come to send Ye Ming's body.

After a few brief words with Ye Mao, he looked up at Ye Mao and sighed slowly.

During this time, Ye Mao first rushed back to the capital from Jimen Pass, and less than a day after returning to the capital, Ye Ming went, and he was in charge of the funeral in the capital, and after finishing it, he was sent to Ningling non-stop, which happened in more than a month, this nine-foot-tall man, his face was a little withered, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"You don't have to pay attention to me, I'm just here to kowtow to Senior Brother and Master Ye, you go and get busy with you."

Li Xin stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "Be busy and take a rest, don't break your body." ”

Ye Mao silently bowed his head, turned around and joined the patriarch of the Ye family in Ningling, commanded the coffin to be buried, and after a group of two or three hundred people made it for about an hour, Ye Ming's coffin was finally buried in the ancestral grave of the Ye family and was placed next to Ye Sheng.

Li Xin also went over to take a hand, and the group buried the heavy tombstone in front of Ye Ming's stele.

A long row of red letters was written on the stele.

After the tombstone was finished, Ye Mao did not pay homage first, but got out of the way, turned sideways to Li Xin and said, "Uncle Shi is an elder, Uncle Shi will come first." ”

The people of the Ye family in Ningling, after hearing Ye Mao's words, all looked towards Li Xin.

Li Xin has passed the age of standing at this time, and he has grown a beard for many years, and he no longer looks like the young man he was at the beginning, but he has mostly been at home with children for more than ten years, although he is strong, but his skin is slightly fair, and he looks much younger than Ye Mao, but he is called an elder by Ye Mao.

Li Xin did not refuse, he untied the wine bag from his waist, stepped forward, knelt in front of Ye Sheng's tombstone first, sprinkled some wine on the ground, and kowtowed: "Old man, disciple sees that you are here." ”

After he kowtowed, he walked to Ye Ming's tombstone, and after kneeling, he got some wine from the wine bag on the ground, and then he raised his head and took a big sip, threw it aside, and kowtowed to Ye Ming.

"I knew that today, I wouldn't even see the last time my senior brother, and when I was parting in the capital, I should have pulled my senior brother to have a good drink."

He prostrated again, exhaling slowly.

"Senior brother has a good journey, and the younger brother will invite you to drink again in the next life."

After saying this, Li Xin stood up and took a few steps back.

Ye Mao took Ye Lan's son and his own son to kowtow to Ye Sheng and Ye Ming one by one.

The funeral rites of this era are very cumbersome, after Li Xin saluted, he retreated to the carriage on the side, and quietly waited for Ye Mao and them to finish, this wait is one or two hours, after one or two hours, the burial etiquette here is almost the same, and a group of people surrounded Ye Mao and others, and returned to Yejiazhuang.

Ye Mao personally walked in front of Li Xin's carriage, took the reins of the horse, and walked towards his house.

The Ye family has a house in Yejiazhuang, and the house is not small, it was built in his hometown by Ye Sheng before his death, and when Ye Ming returned to his hometown to repair the grave of his father Ye Sheng a few years ago, he lived in his own house and lived for more than two years.

When it was almost dark, Ye Mao and the others finally returned to their home, he threw the reins to his nephew, instructed his nephew to tie the horses well, and then invited Li Xin into the back house, and asked the family to get a table of wine and food.

After sitting down, the tall Ye Mao lifted the wine glass and saluted Li Xin's generation.

"Uncle Shi can take the risk to come to Ningling to see off his father, and his father will be very happy if he knows about it."

Li Xin also picked up the wine glass and touched it with Ye Mao.

After raising his head and drinking it all, he put down his glass and laughed at himself.

"I'm afraid that people like Senior Brother Ye won't know about the things behind him, and these things are just to let us, the people on the ground, have some peace of mind."

Ye Mao let out a long breath, raised his head and took a sip of wine, silent.

When Li Xin first met Ye Mao, he was still a disciple of the general who was fighting in the Wei Palace, he was dumb-headed, ignorant of the world, and when he was unhappy, he raised his fist to fight with others.

Later, Li Xin took him to the west, and at that time Ye Mao made great efforts, and he rushed to the front several times to attack the city, and he became a fierce general praised by everyone in the army.

But even when he was rushing to kill on the battlefield, Ye Mao was still a young man, until Ye Sheng passed away and Ye Ming died.

The death of his grandfather made Ye Mao, who was still a young man, grow up in an instant, and at this time, his father's death made Ye Mao even a little old.

Because from this moment on, the huge Chen Guogong Mansion or the Ye family will be pressed on his shoulders alone, this is a responsibility that cannot be escaped, whether it is Li Xin or Ye Ming, they can only help him, not for him.

After taking a few sips of wine, Ye Mao lowered his head, lifted the wine jug and gave Li Xin a glass of wine, his voice hoarse.

"Uncle Shi has been doing for the past two years?"

He was separated from Li Xin in the eighth year of Taikang, and since then he has been leading troops in the Zhenbei Army, and he has not seen Li Xin for five or six years.

Li Xin raised his wine glass and gave Ye Mao a glass in return.

He shook his head: "I'm fine, just look at you, not to mention the gray hair on your head, even the look on your face is a little old." ”

Ye Mao raised his wine glass and touched a glass with Li Xin, the cup was deliberately slightly shorter than Li Xin's cup, and after drinking this glass of wine, he smiled bitterly: "I am thirty-five years old, so naturally I am not as young as my uncle." ”

Li Xin stood up, lifted the wine jug and poured it for him, then reached out and patted the new Chen Guogong on the shoulder, and sighed slowly: "The sky hasn't fallen yet, so there's no need for this." ”

"People will pass away, even the god of war like Master Ye will die of old age, and Senior Brother Ye will naturally too, look at some of them."

Speaking of this, Li Xin sat down again, and then laughed at himself.

"Speaking of which, Master Ye and Senior Brother Ye are both considered to be dead, for us generals, this is already the best end, whether it is me or you, we may not be able to have their lives."

Hearing this, Ye Mao glanced up at Li Xin slightly.

This once stupid little grandfather now has a low voice.

"My father said before his death, uncle, you may want to rebel."

Li Xin's wine glass was still held in the air, and he was stunned when he heard the words, and then smiled dumbly.

"Most likely, but don't worry, even if I really rebel, I will do it myself, and I won't coerce others."

(End of chapter)