Seeing that Yang Fengqing was gone, the young ladies standing behind Xian Maodian spoke out one after another: "Brother Xian, why did you let him go like this?"

"Look at his cowardice, if Xian Gongzi asked him to kneel on the spot, he would definitely kneel down!"

"Brother Min died unjustly. ”

The corners of Xian Maodian's mouth lifted a touch of sarcasm, shook his head, and stepped forward: "Some people rectify him, let's just watch the play." ”

......

Yang Fengqing could feel that many people were watching him, and maybe some people wanted to come over to greet him, but that was all before. Now that they saw Yang Fengqing looking, they hurriedly looked around, feeling that they were afraid of being recognized by Yang Fengqing.

In fact, they didn't know that Yang Fengqing wished that all the people who had an average relationship with him would not take the initiative to look for him, otherwise he would not have walked in the passage where the people walked before.

"Master, why are there so many bad guys?"

Qiu Zitong's tone carried a lot of doubts, she couldn't understand why her master was so good, why she always met bad people.

"Because our family is very poor, we always have to encounter a series of accidents that make our situation worse!"

"Poof, can you be serious, master?

"The master is also serious! When you arrive, you go by yourself. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

put Qiu Zitong down, and the two walked forward side by side.

Not far ahead is the stone tower, on which are hung huge white banners, and the couplets on the banners are all from the hands of famous artists.

The host, led by Shi Sien, stood under the stone tower and composed.

The gathered people walked into the avenues specially opened up on both sides and disappeared from Yang Fengqing's sight.

Seeing Yang Fengqing, Shi Sien and the others were more sincere than when they were compiling for others.

Without communicating with each other, Yang Fengqing walked through the stone tower, the front was in ruins, and at this time a new and chic house was built, with no high walls around the house, lined with orderly tables and benches, tea on the table, and nothing else.

Oh, there are a lot of people sitting around the table, and the people who can sit here are certainly not ordinary people.

Yang Fengqing glanced at it, passed between the tables, and walked towards the place where Shi Le's coffin was placed.

When I could vaguely see the north gate, I finally saw a wooden platform three feet high and two-thirds of the width of the avenue, with a wooden ladder on each side.

There are nine steps ahead, and you can only go up from the wooden ladder on one side, not from the bottom to the top. Even if you are allowed to go up and down from the front, ordinary people can't bear it.

The ninth order is three zhang high, and its height can be imagined.

There are people kneeling down on every step, and the higher you go, the fewer people there are.

Above the ninth order were only two figures, Beigong Longyin, who had lost his right arm, and Shi Xingyu, who had recently been inseparable from him.

A little in front of them, a tall black coffin lay quietly.

When Yang Fengqing's gaze moved to it, he seemed to be able to see a pair of charitable eyes shining with tears.

The fog around his eyes quickly dissipated, and a kind face looked at him with a smile. It seemed that she was still looking at Qiu Zitong, so she began to nod her head constantly, and then quickly dissipated.

"Grandmother—"

Yang Fengqing held back his voice and muttered in a low voice, raised his feet and followed the mourner who came over when he saw him, and walked up the wooden ladder on the right.

With every step, Yang Fengqing could feel a clear and profound sense of tightness in his heart.

As he was about to reach the summit, the mourner stepped aside.

Yang Fengqing and Qiu Zitong took another step and finally stepped onto the high platform. While stepping on the high platform, Qiu Zitong fought a cold war.

The black coffin had not yet been closed, and there was an old man lying in the middle, her face was exactly the same as what Yang Fengqing had seen before, but their expressions were 108,000 miles apart.

The grandmother who was seen in the dark was kind and amiable, and there was no regret and pain, and the grandmother's mouth lying in the coffin was probably because she was shouting something before she died, and her eyes should have been widened.

Qiu Zitong quickly lowered his head because of Shi Le's expression, and his face turned pale.

The pain in Yang Fengqing's heart became more and more, and when he saw the silk cloth wrapped around Shi Le's neck, it was even more difficult to breathe and became stagnant.

His mouth was pursed, and his eyes were already red. Raising his foot again, Qiu Zitong looked at it, but still raised his heel. With each step, her face turned paler.

It was close at hand, but it was separated by two worlds, and the tears in Yang Fengqing's eyes finally couldn't be stopped: "Grandmother, I'm sorry, I'm late!

Beigong Longyin and Shi Xingyu, whose heads had been holding the plank, whimpered in a low voice again, and the people of the eighth ladder cried with them, and the voices became louder, and the people of the seventh ladder followed, and finally more than a thousand people on the high platform cried together.

Qiu Zitong's cry was the loudest among the four people on the high platform, and the little hand holding the corner of Yang Feng's Tsing Yi was already white.

Yang Fengqing stretched out his hand into the coffin, and with Yang Fengqing's current physique, he could feel the change in temperature. Caressing Shi Le's ravine-covered face, the coldness that came pierced Yang Fengqing's heart.

The emotional cognition and physical cognition confirmed that Shi Le and him were completely people from two worlds: "Woo woo - grandmother, Feng Qing is here, Feng Qing couldn't send you on your last journey, it's a pity in this life!"

The mourner who ran up because of Yang Fengqing's actions stood aside, seeing that Yang Fengqing did not make any radical movements, he was silent.

Yang Fengqing's palm stroked Shi Le's forehead to his chin, and the mourner just watched silently.

Yang Fengqing was right, when Beigong Longyin and the others had just come into contact with Shi Le's corpse, her expression was much more terrifying than at this time.

Although Beigong Longyin and the others did everything they could to restore Shi Le's expression to normal, her body was completely stiff at that time. Making Shi Le's expression look like this time was the ultimate they had done without destroying Shi Le's corpse.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through the mourner's mind, and then his eyes widened violently, and there was no surprise in his eyes, only uncontrollable panic and disbelief.

Fortunately, he was a well-informed person, and he tried to suppress all the emotions in his heart, and secretly swore that he would never preside over anyone's funeral again.

Yang Fengqing looked at the face that was exactly the same as the one he saw in the dark, and his tears slowly stopped.

He knew that his grandmother had no regrets in this world.

took Qiu Zitong to kneel side by side with Beigong Longyin, just like Beigong Longyin and Shi Xingyu, his head hit the ground.

......

Although Luo Chunguang also has reverence for Yang Fengqing, that reverence is insignificant compared to the eagerness to be able to become one with his beloved Lai Shaomei.

Since the beginning of the gambling contract, he has quickly piled up leaves with twice the vitality and wisdom of his usual days, because he is afraid that Lai Shaomei will regret it.

In order to be perfect and flawless in all aspects, he is trying to pile up leaves while also observing the shape of Lai Shaomei's pile.

Seeing that Lai Shaomei piled it up like a pile of leaves that someone cleaned but didn't have time to pour down, but there was a large space in the middle that could live in it. He was even more ruthless, ran out of the alley, and came back with a broom and a large piece of silk cloth, which was not unpleasant.

He placed the broom next to the pile of leaves, spread the silk cloth in the pile of leaves, and sprinkled more leaves on the door frame, and looked around to make sure that he was definitely more perfect than Lai Shaomei in terms of size, similarity, and comfort.

"Shaomei, it's almost time for the competition, right? ”

Lai Shaomei glanced at her masterpiece, a kennel, and kicked away in annoyance: "I know, I lost!"

"Huh? haha-Shaomei, don't you want to go in and feel it?"

Lai Shaomei didn't respond, bent down and walked into the pile of leaves, Luo Chunguang's face was happy again, and he hurriedly followed up and closed the door.

"What are you doing in here?"

"What it's like to feel this nest together. ”

"I don't want it, I'm losing, let me out. ”