Nanchuan Kyoto, Sioux House.

It has been three days since the two mansions faced off against the yamen of Gyeonggi Prefecture, and Su Shaoqing set up a mourning hall in the mansion to keep vigil for three days. Su Shaoqing's parents have been dead for many years, and he has no brothers and sisters, and the three-day wake-up was done by himself. At the end of the three days, the door of the Su Mansion was wide open, the eaves and corridors were all hung with white curtains and white flags, and many officials who were good with Su Shaoqing had already entered the mansion early to mourn.

In the Sufu Mourning Hall, there is a pair of mahogany coffins side by side, the incense burner, fire candles and sacrificial melons and fruits have been placed on the table in front of the coffin, Su Shaoqing is wearing linen clothes and kneeling on the side of the desk, and there is a little doll in linen clothes and white clothes beside him, the little doll is crying and shouting to find his father, Su Shaoqing's whole person has long been numb, and the tears of crying are dry. Su Shaoqing numbly threw paper money into the brazier in front of him, repeating this action mechanically.

"Master, His Royal Highness King Yun has come to worship, do you want to go to the door to greet you?" The head of the Su Mansion came to report.

"Cloud King?" Su Shaoqing was hoarse and didn't turn his head.

"Master, it is indeed His Royal Highness the Cloud King. The master should go and greet him, that's the prince. "The head of the Su Mansion stepped forward and made a gesture to help Su Shaoqing.

"Su Shaoqing, this king heard the bad news of Su Mansion and came to worship, if there is anything that can help, Su Shaoqing just asks."

Nangong Liuyun's demonic voice sounded, and the head of the Su Mansion looked back and saw several figures appear under the porch. At the front is Nangong Liuyun, who is still dressed in a flamboyant red shirt, and there is a small man in a silver shirt with a silver mask standing next to him, who is Feng Wanwan, who is disguised as a man and disguised as a personal attendant. Behind him were several men dressed in black, with a chill between their eyebrows.

"The slave saw His Royal Highness King Yun and failed to go out to greet him, please forgive His Royal Highness King Yun."

The head of the Su Mansion knelt in front of King Yun, and she hadn't heard the rumors in the capital about King Yun's penchant for murder, tyranny, and cruelty, for fear that she would take her life because she didn't greet him in time. And since the death of the master's husband and son, except for the first day of the vigil and weeping, the next two days are as wooden, and it feels like the master's heart and soul have gone with the master's husband and son.

"Don't get in the way, the deceased is the greatest, Su Shaoqing and her husband have a deep relationship, this king can understand it."

Nangong Liuyun raised his eyes, and the shadow behind him stepped forward and helped Su Mansion to take charge. Feng Wanwan, who was dressed in men's clothes, helped Nangong Liuyun into the mourning hall, picked up a few incense sticks in front of the desk and lit them on the candle flame, handed them to Nangong Liuyun, and the two bowed to Su Yu's spiritual position together, and then inserted the lit incense into the incense burner. After all, for Su Yu's beloved son's heart, Feng Wanwan and Nangong Liuyun are admired.

"Who is this crying heart-rending doll, blame the pitiful, why is there no one to take care of it?" The children on the side of the desk were crying and their faces were red, out of breath, crying and crying to find their father. Seeing that the child was pitiful, Feng Wanwan stepped forward to wipe away the child's tears with a silk handkerchief, gently patted his back, and gently coaxed. Such an appearance, reflected in Nangong Liuyun's eyes, is so beautiful.

"Ah Jiu, don't be too troublesome." The child's breath slowly calmed down, and Nangong Liuyun beckoned Feng Wanwan to return to him.

"The Dead Demon... Oh no, Your Highness, look how pitiful this child is, can you bear it? Feng Wanwan almost habitually shouted as a dead demon, and changed her words under Nangong Liuyun's eyes.

"Su Shaoqing, the dead are gone, and the living still have to live well. Seeing that this child is still young, Su Shaoqing must not be immersed in grief and forget the people around him. Nangong Liuyun stepped forward, snatched the paper money in Su Shaoqing's hand, and then stuffed the little doll into Su Shaoqing's arms. pulled Feng Wanwan over, and her eyes motioned for her to stay by her side obediently.

"Your Royal Highness the Cloud King, please don't be angry. This child is the child of the son, named Li Ke, and was kicked out of the mansion by the Li family. When the old slave went out to buy vegetables, he watched the child crying and walking on the street, because he was wearing a long-lived lock specially customized by the child, the old slave knew the identity of the doll and took the child's flesh and blood back. The head of the Su Mansion outside the mourning hall quickly stepped forward to block in front of Su Shaoqing and the child, explaining the identity of the child.

"Ouch, it's just a sinister seed, don't tarnish the reputation of this concubine's mother's family. Su Shaoqing, Your Royal Highness pities the pain of your loss of your husband and child, and specially approves that Concubine Ben will come to visit on behalf of Your Majesty. Ouch, His Royal Highness King Yun is also here, I haven't seen him for many days, and he doesn't seem to be looking good. Hehe.... As soon as the words fell, a man in a noble hug walked in, his eyes sneering and his words full of provocation.

Syllable!

A bright red palm print appeared on the man's face, and the initiator was naturally Feng Wanwan, who was disguised as a waiter. Feng Wanwan moved too fast, and the silver figure floated to the man and then dodged away, and everyone only thought it was dazzled.

"Ah Jiu, I'm naughty again. Look, my hands are red, does it hurt? Next time, don't do it yourself. Nangong Liuyun, who was dressed in red, pulled Feng Wanwan, took her hand, and blew it gently.

"Bold! Dare to slap the palace, come on, take him down and hack him to death! The man covered his red and swollen face, roared angrily, and asked the guards around him to step forward and execute Feng Wanwan.

Scold! The guards who came with the man drew their sabers, and more than a dozen people surrounded them.

"Where did the mad dog come from, it's noisy to this king. Shadow the south and the shadow north, let this king hear a little voice, and a year's salary is gone! Nangong Liuyun was distressed and blew Feng Wanwan's little hands, without raising his head, not afraid of the guards who had already surrounded him.

"A year's salary? Master, you're too dark! ”

Yingnan Yingbei heard that his silver was at stake, so he rushed into the crowd without saying a word. Silver is the lifeblood of these two brothers, if you dare to touch their silver, then there are only two words, look for death!

Ying Nan and Ying Bei didn't even use their weapons, and in an instant, they knocked more than ten people to the ground, couldn't get up, and clicked on the dumb holes one by one, without even snorting in pain.

"Cloud King, you are bold! This concubine is coming to mourn on behalf of His Majesty, you, you can't touch me! Looking at the guards who brought it, they were spread on the ground in a strange posture, and the man with a palm print screamed in horror!

"Two years!" Nangong Liuyun stretched out two fingers and glanced at Ying Nan Ying Bei.

"Don't, master!"

Ying Nan and Ying Bei cried with a sad face, feeling sorry for the silver that had left him. For the silver, the two pounced on the man in the crowd, like a hungry tiger entering the sheepfold, a group of attendants who followed were thrown out, lying on the ground with their mouths open and speechless, and finally, the two people held the man in Chinese clothes on the left and right, and the man had two more dark eyes on his face in addition to the palm print, and his mouth was stuffed with a white cloth from nowhere, and he knelt outside the mourning hall with a chok.

"Condolence, there must be a condolence! Concubine An, after so many years in the palace, she still doesn't understand the rules so much! You two, teach him, what is called condolence? ”

Although Nangong Liuyun didn't know why Feng Wanwan suddenly made a move, what was wrong with his woman! hugged her to the door of the mourning hall, looked at Li Ange who was being held on the ground, and lazily pointed to Yingnan and Yingbei. The two of them understood, and Li Ange's hands forced him to kowtow, and after a while, his hair was scattered and his forehead was bruised.

"Alright, it's time to condole! Send Concubine An out, don't forget that there are these eye-catching things, send them out together! ”

Nangong Liuyun lifted the hair that was hanging from his ears in men's clothes, and his eyelids were not raised. Several black-clothed people in the courtyard got the order and went out one after another, and after a while, the courtyard of Sufu returned to normal, Li Ange was thrown on the street by Yingnan and Yingbei, and those guards who couldn't move followed closely and threw them on Li Ange.

"His Royal Highness the Cloud King, he is still as arrogant as ever." Su Shaoqing, who had been silent as a tree, spoke.

"Su Shaoqing, don't thank this king, it's all a trivial matter." Nangong Liuyun hugged Feng Wanwan and replied wantonly.

"His Royal Highness the Cloud King is polite."

"By the way, why did the Li family drive this child out of the house, even if the Su and Li families were unhappy, the child was innocent." Feng Wanwan was more curious about why Li Ange said that this was a sinister seed just now.

"Xiao Jiu, I'm talking nonsense again." Nangong Liuyun tapped Feng Wanwan's forehead with one finger.

"It doesn't matter, it's not something that can't be said. When my son Su Rui married into the Li Mansion, it coincided with the sudden death of Li Yao's husband, who had a child who was less than a month old, Li Ke. Ke'er is well-behaved and very close to my son, so my son raises him under his knees as his own. Now it seems that the sudden death of the husband is also very strange, and he did not enter the Li Mansion Cemetery after his violent death, and Li Yao remarried within a few days after he was hurriedly buried. Su Shaoqing hugged the child and said everything.

It turned out that Li Ke was not Su Rui's biological son, and even Nangong Liuyun didn't expect this, after all, the news from the Li Mansion investigation said that Li Ke was Su Rui's biological son, and as for Li Yao's previous husband, no one mentioned it.

"Su Shaoqing, this king heard that you and Ling Fu are such a son, why are you willing to marry him into the Li Mansion, or the position of side husband?"

"Xiaguan can't help it, my son went to Pudu Temple outside the city to repay his vows on his twelfth birthday, and he didn't come back until late at night, and when he came back, he was making a fuss about marrying to Li Mansion. Xiang'er and I used everything, but I couldn't make him change his mind, just like a demon, and even forced me and Xiang'er to die. As a last resort, the lower official agreed to this marriage. Blame me, blame me, if you don't agree to this marriage, Rui'er won't die, and Xiang'er won't die! Su Shaoqing sighed and said leisurely, his tone full of regret.

"If Su Shaoqing is willing to believe in this king's words, this king will find out for you what happened to Ling Lang to repay his wish that day." Nangong Liuyun changed his frivolous expression and looked at Su Shaoqing sincerely.

According to Su Shaoqing, this matter does reveal something strange. If you can find out what happened to Su Rui that day, why you have to marry the Li Mansion and adopt the child of Li Yao's husband, what secrets does the Li Mansion hide. If it can be found out, it may be easier to deal with the Li family.

"In this way, the lower officials will thank His Royal Highness King Yun." Su Shaoqing thanked him. Secretly thought, Xiang'er Rui'er died because of the Li Mansion, if everything is a conspiracy of the Li Mansion, then I, Su Yun, and your Li Mansion, will never die!

"Su Shaoqing, mourn! If there is anything that cannot be solved, you can go to the Cloud King's Mansion to find this king, and this king will help you! This king, take your leave! After Nangong Liuyun returned the salute to Su Shaoqing, he left Su Mansion with Feng Wanwan in his arms and a group of shadow guards and got into the carriage of Yunwang Mansion.

"Dead demon, why do you take such good care of that Su Shaoqing?" After getting into the carriage, Feng Wanwan asked.

"Shhhh