Liu Yuan did not get any more information from her son. She did not leave the city for the time being, so she first wrote a letter to Jiangbei's mother's house, telling her about her visit in advance. The biggest incident in Sui City was that Mr. Cheng was finally going to have a funeral.

Originally, there were only white banners tied at the city gate. When the funeral was held, the people in the city spontaneously hung white lanterns at the door and took up white banners with conditions. Except for the students from Hengshan Academy, the students from other academies were also wearing white clothes and standing on the streets.

At first glance, the street was covered with white space!

Qin Feng and Xiao Lingyao gathered together and later went to the street. What they saw was this scene. Those scholars regarded Mr. Cheng Wu as a sage. They did not feel sad about mourning before. Today, they were buried forever!

For a moment, some students could not suppress their inner grief and began to sob before the coffin left the palace.

Sad, sad.

Even though Qin Feng did not agree with Mr. Cheng's behavior of "not being able to be broken, not being able to be a complete one, and to maintain a reputation for death and to show his ambitions through death, he was still saddened by the end, and the sadness he heard in his ears made him feel sad.

Xiao Lingyao had said all the comforting words he could say before. She also knew Qin Feng's disagreement. What was entangled was that he had originally had insight into Mr. Cheng's intention to die and had the ability to save him from death, but he finally let him go.

Now it was finally settled. Yu Guang looked towards the palace gate, and the huge funeral procession was slowly coming, and the sorrow and joy were getting closer.

Someone suddenly shouted, with an incredible tone: "Is that person who holds the coffin his majesty?"

Emperor Yuan once appeared in Yuchun Tower. Many people had seen his true face. Qin Feng then raised his eyes and looked at the coming team. He could have stood in the funeral crowd, but he chose to send the old man a journey with a calm mood.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This was a situation that had been expected. Today, the funeral team must be full of false behaviors. Now, it is indeed verified.

As if he saw his thoughts, Xiao Lingyao sighed: "It is unprecedented. I am afraid that later generations will not be treated like this. This time, His Majesty has completely let go of his identity. How shocked are the people? How much should his reputation increase?"

If the palace mourning is a great way to win over students, today I personally hold the coffin and send it to the people, it will be a huge rock in the hearts of the people, which is enough to cause storms. Even if a long time has passed, today's scene is still a rich and colorful scene!

Is this the emperor's plan? Qin Feng's mouth calmed down: "I learned it, but I think I am sad."

The young emperors in Nanying still knew how to boost agriculture, win over the Dongyue in Beimo and strive to strengthen the maritime military defense, but why did Emperor Yuan always play with power? A silent anger arose, and Qin Feng was filled with great grief and anger!

"Long live your Majesty!"

The crowd around began to kneel, making Qin Feng and Xiao Lingyao who had been standing stand out particularly prominently. Xiao Lingyao sighed and pulled Qin Feng to kowtow quickly. Almost at the same time, a voice broke out in Qin Feng's heart - Destruction, reconstruction!

He squeezed his hands tightly, and the team that sent him came over. It was indeed Emperor Yuan who supported the coffin, accompanied by both sides of the left and right sides. The Emperor who supported the coffin himself was shocked. The people were even more shocked and cheered again - "Long live Your Majesty!"

Qin Feng lowered his head and closed his eyes, and could not hear the crying. Emperor Yuan successfully overshadowed all the limelight. It was obviously a day of mourning, but he was respected and kowtowed by thousands of people. It was a great irony!

"A pot of turbid wine has passed away and I am happy. I will leave you tonight. I will send you off to my husband. The grass is full of farewell love!

Suddenly, a poem came to recite from the crowd. Qin Feng looked up and saw a man wearing white clothes, arching his hands, and saluting at the coffin. It was Mr. Zhou who brought a letter to Mr. Cheng Wu in front of the city gate that day.

Mr. Zhou was born thin, but his voice was loud: "Students say goodbye to mentor!"

The white-clothed students slowly stood up, and the number increased, one, two, three, they leaned on each other and made the same actions as Mr. Zhou: "A pot of turbid wine has passed away. I will leave Menghan tonight. I will send you off today. The grass is full of farewell love!

"Students say goodbye to mentor!"

This scene made Qin Feng's eyes sore, and tears were rolling in his eyes. He and Xiao Lingyao stood up, bowed his hands, but did not make a sound. Mr. is easy to leave. If there is really a reincarnation in the world, I hope you will be born in Huaxi to see a different scenery!

Not only Hengshan Academy, all the students stood up one after another, and various farewell poems kept ringing on both sides of the road, and eventually turned into a sentence - "Say goodbye sir!"

Cheng Wu, a business card of this dynasty came to an end. He was no longer a tool or chess piece for the imperial power. He fought with death as a struggle, and eventually he would protect his reputation and no longer make himself a tool.

Qin Feng looked at Emperor Yuan’s back and the emperor who was still holding the coffin never expected that these students had such ambition. They might just listen to each other, but the Qingming Festival in their bones was still there!

Listening to the singing and cheering all over the street, Qin Feng finally smiled. Sir, listen carefully. Even though there are profit-seeking villains like Lu Ming, there are still many hopes in the world. After all, those who push this era forward are those with firm beliefs and creativity!

The sorrow and joy walked away, and the farewell sounded endlessly. Qin Feng did not follow the crowd forward, and walked opposite to Xiao Lingyao. Finally, he stopped in a quiet place, retreated to the side, and watched the crowd walk away.

The white lanterns on the street were dazzling, and both of them tied up their hands. When they touched their eyes, Xiao Lingyao was delighted to find that the sad expression in Qin Feng's eyes was a little less, a little more relieved and determined.

"You will be the master of the future, and you will never let this happen." Xiao Lingyao whispered in his ear: "When it happens now, it is all the warning you need to cut off in the future. Isn't it a kind of harvest..."

"Why don't you guys go with the crowd and see them off again? Instead, you ran to this place." A bright voice interrupted the beautiful atmosphere of the two. Qin Feng looked up unhappily. The boy of the Guo family couldn't even make a kiss, so why should he be proud?

Guo Shitong leaned against a tree, holding a grassroots that he got from somewhere in his mouth, and looked at the two of them with burning eyes - they were so close that they were so tired when they spoke, tsk.

Mr. Leng is so beautiful. A man is tender and tender. His eyes are like spring water. However, when he looked at him, there was a little coldness in his eyes, which made Guo Shitong stand up straight.
Chapter completed!