At Su Changlin's funeral, a strange woman came. I saw that she had a graceful figure, holding a white umbrella in her right hand, wearing a white gauze dress, and her face was covered with a white gauze scarf, revealing only a pair of big eyes that were beautiful and moving.

The little guy in charge of reception outside the door didn't recognize her, and didn't dare to come up to stop her. After all, Su Changlin's funeral was all dignitaries, and it was a little inappropriate for him to rush forward.

Could it be that Master Su is a relative in the Western Regions? The little guy scratches his scalp. He decided to ask his wife if she knew the woman.

"Where's the Shed?" The woman walked up to him and asked coldly.

Her voice was cold, without a hint of warmth. It makes those who listen shiver.

The little guy is more sure of what he thinks in his heart. After he stretched out his hand and pointed her in a direction, he immediately went to look for Su Xiaojin.

"Madame, Madame." He panted and pulled Su Xiaojin's arm and asked her to meet someone.

Su Xiaojin wiped the tears on his cheeks and looked at him puzzled. The little bolt has followed him for many years and is sophisticated. He must have encountered a thorny problem when he was in such a hurry to find himself today......

"Look." Sure enough, before she could speak, the little bolt pointed to a woman in white to show her.

Su Xiaojin looked up and saw a young girl kneeling in front of her father's coffin. She made strange movements, first with her hands stretched out towards the sky, then lowered, kowtowing to the coffin.

Her action is not Han etiquette. The people around her also noticed her and pointed at her.

Su Xiaojin looked at her carefully, making sure that she didn't know her. But she was afraid of making trouble, so she went to ask others if they knew each other. Seeing them shaking their heads one by one, Su Xiaojin knew in his heart that they didn't know this exotic woman either. No one knows who she is, why she cried and worshiped Su Changlin.

After the woman in white cried at the coffin, she left like a gust of wind, and she really came and went in a hurry. She didn't say goodbye to anyone when she left, and the only person in the audience who spoke to him was a small bolt......

After Su Xiaojin told Tang Muchen, Tang Muchen was also a little strange. Listening to her description, the woman should not be from the Central Plains, could it be a woman from the Western Regions? So who is she Su Changlin? Why did you come to hang your father-in-law?

He glanced at Bamboo Spirit quietly, and Bamboo Spirit immediately nodded and left. Su Xiaojin knew that he was letting Zhu Ling follow the other party.

"Do you think it could be my father's friend in the Western Regions, who heard that my father died and came to say goodbye?" Su Xiaojin frowned and analyzed.

Tang Muchen did not comment. He also thought about this idea, but he always vaguely felt that something seemed wrong. If the other party had just known about Su Changlin's death, it would not have been possible to come so quickly. The Western Regions are far away from the capital, and even if you hurry up, it will take six days to arrive in Beijing.

But if she knew about Su Changlin's death early on, wouldn't it be even more strange? In any case, this enigmatic woman is very curious. He asked Zhu Ling to follow the other party, just to touch her bottom line.

Su Xiaojin nodded, it's okay like this, the province is always scared, and everyone looks like a bad person.

Tang Lingyun and the daughter of the ancient rumor cried in the crowd, Tang Lingyun cried because his grandfather died. The ancient rumor that the daughter cried because Tang Lingyun was crying, and she wanted to accompany him.

"It's my grandfather who died, why are you crying?" Tang Lingyun wiped her tears and asked her daughter curiously.

"That's because we're good friends, and you're crying, how can I not cry?" The ancient ballad daughter said confidently.

Gu Yao rubbed her temples with a headache, and the two little guys often made her feel at a loss. Just like at this moment, the conversation between the two people in words and deeds makes people laugh, but they can only hold back.

Meng Xiaoling and Wanmei also came, and they wore linen and filial piety, just like Su Changlin's children. Wanmei is just that, her parents died when she was a child. But Meng Xiaoling's parents are here, and she is still so righteous, which makes Su Xiaojin grateful.

"People can't be resurrected after death, so don't be too sad." Wanmei comforted her to mourn and change.

Su Xiaojin was very grateful that he could be accompanied by so many people. I believe that my father is in the spirit of heaven, and he will definitely feel at ease.

In the evening, the bamboo spirit returned. Tang Muchen had been waiting for him in the study for a long time.

"Lost?" Seeing his dejected appearance, Tang Muchen had already guessed eight points. He threw down the book of war in his hand and looked at him with a smile. It was the first time he had seen such an expression.

Zhu Ling nodded shamefully and knelt on the ground to ask for punishment.

Tang Muchen shook his head, he didn't blame him, he underestimated that woman's skills. From the speed at which she left, it was enough to see that her light skills were superb.

"I was negligent." He waved his hand to get the bamboo spirit up.

After Zhu Ling got up, he explained in a low voice.

"Originally, she was following her, but she disappeared in a forest as if she had been on guard, and I couldn't find it." His voice was low. It's no wonder that the first time it was unfavorable, it was impossible to get over it in the end.

After listening to his words, Tang Muchen didn't speak for a while. He remembered a piece of rice paper that fell out last night when Su Xiaojin was sorting out Su Changlin's relics.

There was a little poem written on it.

I was not born,

I'm old.

Hate is not born at the same time,

Day by day with you.

The handwriting is delicate and handsome, and at first glance it is from the hands of a girl. At that time, Su Xiaojin, who was rough-haired, thought that it was written by his mother, but now it seems that this may not be the case.

At this time, Su Xiaojin was resting in the house, and she had been crying since her father died, and her voice was hoarse at this time. Su Xiaojin was worried about her sister on the one hand, and Princess Xiao Yu on the other, so she simply ran at both ends, and she was tired enough.

Finally, the time came, and Su Changlin was buried. Tang Lingyun cried after his mother, and his daughter also cried, in short, he followed him wherever he went, and he couldn't be separated for a moment.

The little princess Zhili was naturally reluctant, she trotted all the way over, walking side by side with Tang Lingyun. The ancient ballad daughter frowned, why is she everywhere!

"Tang Lingyun, this princess is with you." Zhili had a flattering smile on her face.

Tang Lingyun glanced at her angrily, and then cried.

The ancient rumor's daughter saw her hot face and cold ass, and gloated in her heart. She laughed, the princess is really young and ignorant, don't you know that she can't laugh at this time? She could still laugh.

And not far from the ancestral tomb of the Su family, a woman in white hid behind a tree to check. Her blown-up skin was covered with crystal tears, and her breathtaking eyes were slightly red from crying.

"Go all the way!" She took a deep look at the coffin and walked away without looking back.