C154 Fu Sheng Died in the Country(2)

What he said that day seemed idle, but it came true not long after. In the spring of that year, the Southern Plain City was indeed destroyed. Uncle Zhong Yi, Fu Shen, sacrificed himself for the city and committed suicide on the city wall.

In the later generations, people commented that in Fu Shen's life, he was known as the model of loyal and steadfast officials. He also used a lot of time to sigh about the fall of a famous official. His words were full of praise and praise. Unfortunately, Fu Tine had not read all of this in her previous life, and she could not see through the future in this life. It was really a pity. Fu Shen, who should have died of old age, had died at the prime of his life at the age of 35. History had been biased in the Fu Family. Who could predict what would happen in the future?

Ji Cheng, who was north of Changjiang, was dumbstruck when he heard the news of Fu Shen's sacrifice. When he woke up, he shouted loudly, drew his sword, and cut down the soldiers who had happily come to report the news. "Pass on my commander's order. Immediately set up a memorial hall in the government office. The entire army will be sacrificed for Zhongyi Bo." The military order caused an uproar in the army.

Ji Cheng completely ignored the objections of the generals and insisted on guarding Zhongyi Bo's spirit for three days. After that, he ordered people to put the bones in a coffin and personally send them to the Great Zheng navy water stronghold.

The one who came to pick up Uncle Zhong Yi's bones was Fu Hua. He looked at Ji Cheng, who was wearing mourning clothes, and sneered. He said, "General, it's late!" He protected his father's bones and entered the water stronghold.

"Fu Hua, please listen to me." Ji Cheng could not care less at this moment. "Fu Hua!" He shouted from behind. "Your father's sacrifice to the city was not my intention. I did not expect things to develop to this point, Fu Hua -" Fu Hua did not even turn his head and went straight away.

On the Jiangnan side, Zhu Hua quickly brought the news back to Zhongdu. The news of Fu Ting, who was seriously injured and had yet to recover, immediately fainted. After waking up, he did not drink or eat, and once again lingered on the sickbed without saying a word.

When Emperor Zhou heard the news, he felt grateful for Fu Shen's loyalty. A loyal official of the Fu family had personally come to the Fu residence to visit and send an imperial physician to treat Fu Hua.

A few days after the imperial physician diagnosed and treated him, Fu Ting looked slightly better. However, he had just received a new noble, Zhong Yi, Fu Hua, to bring his father's corpse back from the battlefield. Fu Ting was unable to control his grief. He fell ill once again. The physicians wrote: "The Imperial Censor is already beyond cure and is currently suffering from a terminal illness."

Because he had sent Fu Shen's coffin back to his hometown, when Chu Xia arrived, Zhong Yi and Uncle Ju left Zhongdu. He went back to the river. He was the son of the Han Family, Han Jiang, and the Prime Minister's son, Zhou Sunchong. Zhou Sunchong followed him because Youyou had invited him to go out. Of course, the prime minister's favorite student had to give him a good job. Therefore, he had arranged for him to be a fifth-grade minister of the Jiang Prefecture, and he would be in charge of the money and grain of the prefecture.

Along the way, Fu Shen returned to his hometown with his coffin. The Great Zhou people helped the old and the young to send him off, and the country officials set up their own tents to pay tribute. Along the way, the white flags and paper money paddled the road, and the people who felt it felt even more miserable.

Fu Ting, who had been sick for a long time, came out to thank him, and he would definitely enter whenever he saw the tents. Anyone who entered would kneel down and offer sacrifices, and when he did, he would cry bitterly. Before he went down to the river, he would no longer be able to get up. It was said that the imperial censor was kind and loyal. When he saw the people, he would open the curtain and struggle to get up to thank them. The common people saw that he looked withered and withered, and that he had taken on a human form.

This year was really difficult for the Fu family. First, his son was seriously injured in the battlefield. Then, Old Zhong and Uncle Yi died. The plaque of Uncle Jiang Zhong Yi's old residence was wrapped with a white veil, and Fu Shen's memorial tablet at the back of the residence was filled with incense offerings from his descendants. The entire earl's residence was silent, and the servants and mistresses kept to their limits. They were worried for Old Zhongyi.

After all, Fu Hua was young, and after he took over the Fu Family, he would do everything he wanted to do and would occasionally make mistakes. His younger brother, Fu Si, would definitely step forward to help him share his worries. Fu Hua had a warm and prudent character, and as time passed, he had a bit of the bearing of a clan head. In the era of war and chaos, the descendants of the Fu Clan that were tightly shut at the main gate were not allowed to interact with each other. They could only hope that this would ensure the safety of the clan.

When Fu Shen's coffin finally returned to his hometown and landed on the ground, the news of the navy's defeat came from the other side. Fu Zhizhi leaned against the headboard and wrote a letter. "In less than a month, I'll be joining the dynasty again." However, this time was different from the last time. Emperor Zhou Wen had more information on him. The Emperor kept the matter of Ji Cheng a secret. When the old master on the west gate was in war, he robbed the good people. His Majesty only said, Wait for me to think about it. He was waiting to settle the score with Fu Ting in one go.

When Yanzhi and Yan Er heard this, they looked at each other and quietly left. Han Jiang tested the temperature and passed the medicine over. "The temperature is suitable, drink it... The illness of the pavilion allowed the people to see it personally. Your Majesty, you still don't believe it?" For the sake of pretending to be sick, Fu Ting had starved for seven or eight days. Now, he's still drinking the bitter medicine that Fu Hua prepared to nurse his stomach. After that, his father left. His heart was truly filled with sorrow and pain that came from the bottom of his heart. Naturally, he could not see the slightest flaw.

Fu Ting took the bitter medicine and drank it all in one gulp. He picked up a piece of preserved fruit and held it in his mouth. "It's not that His Majesty doesn't believe it, but that the Grand Marshal of Dazheng doesn't believe it." When that person was mentioned, his expression darkened. "Let's wait and see. The water army has already been defeated. How long can the defending troops of the various prefectures hold out even if they are all transferred to the front line of the central capital?"

"Once the central capital is surrounded... perhaps they won't be able to wait until they are surrounded..." Fu Ting Zhi said. He snorted coldly. "Even if they are to be carried, His Majesty will carry me to Ji Cheng." He paused for a moment and said stiffly, "How much favor does His Majesty have for the Fu Family? More important than his kingdom? He can even suppress the crime of colluding with the enemy? " He straightened half of his body and looked at the brick wall. He did not know what he was looking at." It was just hearsay and speculation. He understood that there was an ambiguous relationship between Ji Cheng and me... "