In the autumn of the fourteenth year of Yuanjing, the right servant of Shangshu Province, Master Dong Boyu, died of illness at the age of 60.

Emperor Yuan Jing was grateful for his virtue, and specially appointed Dong Haoyang, the grandson of Dong Boyu and the new science and technology jinshi, as the crown prince and concubine, in order to succeed his grandfather's glory.

There was mourning in the East Mansion.

"Mother, you have to take care of your body", Mrs. Dong burst into tears, supporting the same grief-stricken Mrs. Dong, and constantly comforting her.

Dong Haoyang was dressed in filial piety and knelt in front of the mourning hall, sad in his heart.

Although he is not Dong Boyu's real grandson, he has been really favored by him for more than seven years.

Dong Haoyang respectfully bowed three times to Dong Boyu's spiritual throne to thank him for his years of upbringing.

At this time, Dong Wenbai led a woman into the mourning hall, behaving intimately and incompatible with the solemn mourning hall. This woman was Dong Zhe'an's mother, Shui Xirong, and at this time she was holding Dong Wenbai's arm and leaning her whole body on him.

Seeing the two of them like this, Mrs. Dong rolled her eyes angrily, if it wasn't for Mrs. Dong who hurriedly gave her a smooth breath next to her, I'm afraid she would have passed directly.

After a long pause, the old lady of the east spoke tremblingly, extremely sad, "You unfilial son, your father just left, why did you hook up with this vixen, and you even brought her to defile the purity of the spiritual hall!" ”

Dong Wenbai looked at Dong Boyu's spiritual position, and subconsciously shuddered. After Shui Xirong felt it, she hugged Dong Wenbai's arm tighter, and called softly, "Husband"

When Dong Wenbai heard Shui Xirong's soft voice, he suddenly came back to his senses, couldn't help but straighten his chest, his tone became tougher, and he said impatiently to Mrs. Dong, "Xirong is my woman, where is the fox spirit, mother, you are too confused." ”

"You!" Mrs. Dong shook her arm and pointed at him, she was so choked that she couldn't speak for a long time, Mrs. Dong hurriedly comforted, and ordered the people next to her to let them find a doctor to come over, for fear that Mrs. Dong would be angry.

The mourning hall, which should have been solemn, was now noisy, Dong Haoyang's expression was a little cold, and a trace of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the peach blossoms, which had always been flamboyant.

"You should come to wake your grandfather's spirit", Dong Haoyang stared at Dong Wenbai, and his voice did not contain a trace of warmth.

Dong Wenbai has always disliked his son, and when he heard this word with a hint of lesson, he was even more displeased.

"How can you talk to me! I don't know how your mother taught you, I don't even know how to call a father, I really don't understand any etiquette, and I don't know how you were admitted to Jinshi like this", Dong Wenbai strode towards Dong Haoyang, ready to teach this unfilial son a lesson.

When his father was alive, he always spoiled this little rabbit cub, he was simply too favoritous, and he couldn't teach this unfilial son a lesson. Now that his father is gone, there is no one to support this little rabbit cub, he must educate him well about what filial piety is!

Looking at Dong Wenbai's menacing appearance, Dong Haoyang sneered and kowtowed to Dong Boyu's spiritual position, "Grandfather, please forgive me, my grandson is also a last resort." ”

As soon as Dong Haoyang's words fell, Dong Wenbai had already walked in front of him and slapped him.

A cold light flashed in Dong Haoyang's eyes, and he neatly grabbed the hand he fanned, and twisted sharply.

"Ah!!h Dong Wenbai knelt on the ground in a strange posture and howled in pain, "You rebel, let go!! ”

Dong Haoyang sneered, grabbed Dong Wenbai's arm that was twisted behind his back and threw him out of the mourning hall.

Dong Wenbai regained his freedom, and felt extremely ashamed and angry about the embarrassing scene just now, and wanted to fan Dong Haoyang with a black face, but was frozen in place by Dong Haoyang's cold eyes.

"You'd better be honest, I showed mercy to your subordinates because I looked at my grandfather's face, if you are still like this, don't blame me", Dong Haoyang's voice was extremely cold, Dong Wenbai was frightened for a while, and it was not until Dong Haoyang walked in again that he slowly eased up.

"What, do you need me to ask you out?" , Dong Haoyang said to Shui Xirong, who was still standing in the mourning hall, and his voice was as cold as if he was counting nine cold winters.

Shui Xirong took a step back in fear, and then hurriedly walked out of the mourning hall, but somehow stepped on the air and fell directly.

Although Dong Haoyang dodged quickly, Shui Xirong's arm still smashed on the surface of his feet.

The subtle pain in his foot made Dong Haoyang frown, but he didn't care. He didn't wait for Shui Xirong to get up, so he directly pulled out his feet, turned around and knelt down in front of the futon.

Shui Xirong got up from the ground and walked out of the mourning hall in a bit of a panic.

Several people didn't have the heart to look at her.

No one noticed the silver glint that flashed between her fingers in the sunlight.