The Zhou family soon held a funeral.

It's just that the funeral is closed, and no one is allowed to mourn, and it is extremely simple.

Several members of the Zhou family were dressed in white, dressed in linen and filial piety, and Zhou Chengli was dressed in regular clothes.

Everyone didn't say anything, as a man, Zhou Chengli was pitiful and extremely hurtful to his self-esteem. He didn't want to wear all white, so let's just do it.

He has never said a word of the Yang family in his life, but he doesn't want to end up like this.

It was everyone who deliberately concealed Zhou Yanci, but Zhou Yanci also changed into a plain dress and secretly came to Zhou's mansion.

Zhou Boyue knelt beside the brazier, his expression bleak. Since Yang's death, he has not said a word.

Xie Yinghui followed behind Yan Yan, looked at the gate of the Zhou family and sighed secretly.

This place is the place where she was imprisoned to death in her previous life. The high-spirited man in his memory was full of decadence at this time, and he was also a little violent.

What surprised her was that it was Zhou Laosan who was in charge of the house.

And the honest face was clear, and when she saw Xie Yinghui looking over, she was slightly stunned, then hooked the corners of her mouth and nodded.

"Words really don't need to come, it's not a glorious thing." The third child sighed and handed her the yellow paper.

"When the fire is lit today, it won't be lit." The third said lightly.

"I don't blink my eyes to death, I died at the hands of my own son, and I am still the most favored son." Zhou Lao Er sneered all over his face. Co-authored everything to the fourth child for so many years, and now he can't get anything?

Zhou Yanzi had no expression on his face, and tore the paper one by one and threw it into the brazier. The dying flame burst into flames the moment she threw it down.

Zhou Boyue, who was kneeling there and was distracted, burned his eyelashes and eyebrows, and his head burned with sparks.

"Second brother don't say a word." The third child frowned.

She was not allowed to be buried in the ancestral grave of the Zhou family, and she was sent back to the Yang family. Didn't Yang Wanfu always rely on her to live, so he sent her back. When she has all these years of heart, she has missed her mother's home. Zhou Chengli's face was much older, and his eyes were very cloudy.

looked at Zhou Laosi, and even more opened his eyes.

Yang has high hopes for him, he doesn't have no expectations, but he is not as partial as Yang.

"Tomorrow I will infiltrate the Western countries, and you and my father will be the prisoners of the country. Dozens of old ministers in the court will assist you, you don't have to worry. As soon as Zhou Yanzi spoke, Zhou Laosan's legs trembled in fright.

"No, I just regained my senses, you ......" The third child's eyes widened, how did he feel better than when he was stupid before......

"Don't you, I left a message to the new emperor who succeeded to the throne in Northern Xinjiang two days ago, if you have something, she doesn't want her life, she will come to help you." Zhou Yan's words were fixed, and the bluffing Zhou Laosan was stunned.

"So, what inhumane thing did you do to her?" Raised eyebrows. A look of disbelief.

The new emperor of Northern Xinjiang, it is rumored that bloodthirsty madmen kill people when they see people, and they kill gods when they see gods, which is simply cruel and unkind.

It was like a fall from heaven into the northern frontier, leading the army to break through the bamboo, defeating the northern frontier army one after another.

That's it, even if she surrenders, she will not be forgiven. Those who resist stubbornly are still unforgiving. If the city is broken, she will be killed, in northern Xinjiang, she is not called the new emperor, she is called the god of killing in northern Xinjiang. Call it a madman.

Behind her are her loyal followers who don't need anyone's submission to add to the icing on the cake.

How can such a person be able to follow the rumor?

Zhou Yanci smiled a little scary: "You knew when you summoned her." ”

Zhou Laosan looked at her and suddenly felt that he didn't want to run into the Northern Xinjiang Female Evil Star.

After briefly handling Yang's funeral, Zhou Chengli had a meal with his family. took Zhou Lao Er and his second daughter-in-law and returned to his hometown in Quanfu Town.

Just took Yanyan's hand and said, "Yanyan, if you are bullied, your father will come to pick you up." Daddy will always open the door for you. ”

Xie Yinghui, who has never received a bit of fatherly love since she was a child, was moved to tears.

Pushed the words and asked her to say something.

Yan Yan said slowly: "Dad, if you are bullied, my daughter will bring the three armies to see you." I have changed the county order of Quanfu Town and the prefect for you, and my daughter will always be your daughter and the overlord of the world. ”

Xie Yinghui, who is warm and affectionate, ......

Zhou Chengli............

Song Laoqi: Hehe, your father will always be your father, and she hangs like this.

On the second day, Zhou Yanci explained the matter, and only took Song Laoqi, Dingwang Shizi, and Xie Yinghui on the road.

The national teacher, accompanied all the way.

It is said that he has not been back to his parents' house for a long time and wants to go back to visit his relatives?

Zhou Yanci guessed that he probably went back to see his lover sister Saintess who had spent thirty years of life, right?

Even so, it's just a few years later.

Along the way, the national teacher was worried, always felt that this road was bloody and bloody, and even tried to dissuade Zhou Yanyu several times, it was better to give birth to a child, and that's it.

"Just because you can put up with a green hat doesn't mean everyone can." glanced at the national teacher, and left with his head held high.

"Even if my sister-in-law can stand the green hat, I'm going to chop him up! I want to see, which slut dares to hook up with my brother, blind, such a good sister-in-law doesn't want it! Xie Yinghui snorted angrily, looking at the big head of the king of the king.

Zhou Yanci has been pregnant for more than five months, and the national teacher is also stunned when he sees her big belly.

I rode the carriage all the way and hurried slowly, and when I arrived in the western country, it was also a moon. Zhou Yan's stomach has been in the stomach for more than seven months. Looking at it from afar, it looks like it's about to give birth.

"This holy daughter of Lan Zhaoguo is originally a weak woman, but because she cares about the people and the world, she is the messenger chosen by God. Lonely and helpless all his life, he only prayed and sacrificed for the people of the world. Each generation has a short life, dying in the most glorious years. Now the saint is in the last few years......" The storyteller took a sip of tea, and the officials at the bottom hurriedly rewarded him, and he had whetted his appetite, and when he saw that everyone shouted in unison, he continued.

Zhou Yanci and the others have been in a hurry for more than a month, and now they are about to enter the periphery of Lan Zhaoguo, and at this time, the storyteller happened to say that holy woman.

"The saint is so pitiful, how can I save the saint?" There was a little girl with tears in her eyes, so distressed about the appearance of the saint.

"This daughter is not in a hurry, this God has the virtue of a good life, let alone a strange woman who is so pure and flawless as a saint and selfless for the country and the people. Her life can only be understood by the declining of the heavens, and this has been the case for generations. But how can this declining person be so easy to find? The world is so big, dozens of generations of saints have only been found for two generations. Our saintess is one of the lucky ones...... "The storyteller was a little bit, and someone walked away with a plate, and when he passed by Zhou Yanci, Zhou Yanci threw a gold ingot.

The storyteller glanced at her.

"Speak quickly, speak quickly." The crowd urged. This teahouse is all about this storyteller's business.