When the flying pigeon spread the news to Jianing County, it was already the Qingming Festival.

While she was eating, the porridge bowl in the old lady's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

The screams and hurried sounds of the little maid seemed to have turned into black and white silent images, and the old lady remained motionless and maintained the same position for more than a quarter of an hour.

In a trance, she heard someone screaming in her ear, and the old lady slowly turned her head.

“…… What's wrong with you, old lady. ”

At some point, the broken bowl had been cleaned up, and everyone led by the second wife gathered around her, looking at him worriedly.

"I'm fine...... the old lady said tremblingly, her face strangely calm, "let's clean it up." ”

"What can I do...... "Help the old lady into the house and sit on the kang, the second lady is still in a trance, "Once Fu Ge'er is ...... detected"

Once it was found out that Fu Ge'er was not the third master's own son, their mother and son's lives were really saved.

No matter how stupid she was, I heard that Fu Wannian, Su Dao and others had gone to Guqian Town, and the second wife also guessed the consequences of this incident.

Before she finished speaking, she felt someone tugging at the hem of her clothes, and her voice stopped abruptly.

"I can't stay, I can't keep it......" I didn't hear the second wife's words, and the old lady said to herself, "Our Shen family can't keep her anymore!" ”

Can't keep her?

Who is it?

Was it the third grandmother who was unchaste before marriage and hooked up with Yang Ziqian after marriage, or did she ignore the face of the Shen family, not only rejected the deal that the old lady had agreed to, but also announced the matter to the public?

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you. Do you guess who she is in the old lady's mouth?

But no one dared to ask.

The room was quiet.

"How many days are left until the bone test?" The old lady asked suddenly.

The crowd was stunned.

It's today.

Today is Qingming Festival.

Early in the morning, the old lady also personally ordered to eat early, and she was going to the nunnery to pray for Brother Fu'er.

Right now. How can you ask how many days there are?

An inexplicable worry rippled in the air.

For a while, everyone forgot to reply.

"How many days?"

The old lady trembled and reached for the yellow calendar on the table.

"Today is the Qingming Festival......," Tian's mother hurriedly picked it up and handed it over, "...... Today is the Qingming Festival. The deliberately lowered voice was full of worry.

The old lady took the yellow calendar, and just turned the page, only to react to Tian's mother's words in hindsight.

"Today?"

"Today is ......," she looked at the leaky pot in the corner of the room in a panic, "It's too late to open the coffin at this hour." It's too late......" muttered as her mouth chattered, her hands trembling and groping, as if the old lady wanted to grasp something but couldn't. There was despair in his eyes.

What's too late?

What is she trying to do?

Everyone was full of suspicions, and the second wife cried out worriedly, "...... What is the old lady going to do? And he said, "Are you going to the nunnery?" ”

The old lady paused suddenly.

Dozens of breaths. She suddenly took off her rosary. Trembling and stumbling on the ground:

"Let's go, go to the nunnery!"

*****

In front of the old mountain, there are crowds of people.

In front of Shen Huaiyu's tomb, he had been completely under martial law by the officials of Guqian County.

To the northwest of the cemetery, a huge pergola was erected out of canvas.

Fu Wannian, Su Dao, Ma Younian, Yin Sicheng, etc., as well as the well-known figures in Guqian County and many friends of Shen Huaiyu who came from afar, were sitting in danger.

The mother-in-law, the little maid and others were busy in and out, but no one made a sound.

There was a suffocating solemnity in the air.

Opposite the pergola, there was also a row of people sitting.

Yang Ziqian, who was dressed in civilian clothes, was hiding in a dark corner, and was lowering his voice and commanding a man dressed in bark-colored clothes beside him.

“…… Watch tight. Once the blood doesn't drip in, you immediately snatch Grandma Shen away. There are people in the back mountain to answer. ”

It was because of him that things got out of control.

Today, no matter what the cost, he wants that woman to live.

For this reason, he even did not hesitate to transfer the dead soldiers secretly raised by the Yang family who were only used in times of family crisis.

"The slave has just turned around, and there are at least twenty guards in ambush in the woods opposite, I don't know whose people they are......" The man said in a voice that only two people could hear, "However, from the sound of their breathing, the slave felt that the martial arts of those people were not too high, and the slave and the others should be able to deal with it, only one person ......" The man's voice paused.

Who?

Yang Ziqian raised his eyebrows and looked back at the man for the first time.

"Li Wei ......," the man said, "he must be hiding near Shen San's grandmother, but the minions can't even hear his breathing, let alone find him." ”

Li Wei?

Yang Ziqian's brows furrowed slightly.

If his guess was correct, Li Wei must have exterminated the Qing Gang and sent her side.

can pull out a gang, just to avenge Shen Huaiyu, that person must be Shen Huaiyu's kowtow brother, right?

If he knew that the third grandmother had tarnished Shen Huaiyu's reputation, would he kill him first?

Could he have already told Li Wei to get ready?

In an instant, Yang Ziqian's heart was on fire......

"It looks like it's really troublesome...... "Keep staring at the wind on the opposite side, "Uncle, haven't you noticed, the positions of Mr. Su, Commander Fu and Master Ma on the opposite side are in a horn trend, and Grandma Shen San is surrounded in the middle......"

Even if two of them don't know martial arts, if these three people rush over at the same time and capture Zhao Qing, who would dare to kill them without a long eye?

Yang Ziqian raised his eyes again to look over.

In the middle of the pergola, there is an offering table for dripping bones and relatives, and behind the offering table, Zhao Qing, who is wearing a black veil, is holding Fu Ge'er, who has fallen asleep, and sits there lightly.

And the eldest lady sat on her left hand side, looking at Rege'er in her arms and smiling coldly.

I've been looking forward to it for two years, and it's finally coming to fruition!

This time, see how you die!

There's Li Wei, right, and the power is infinite, right?

Now you are surrounded by everyone in the middle, especially Fu Wannian is on your right hand, and there are heavy officers and soldiers guarding outside, it's strange that Li Wei can save you!

Yes, this pattern is what she laid out!

According to the meaning of the second master and Shen Huaijie, put Fu Wannian and Su Dao in the middle, Zhao Qing and other female dependents in the back, separated from the front with a curtain, and after the coffin was opened and the bones were removed, then Fu Ge'er was taken out.

According to the rules, it should be laid out like this.

But with the experience of Zhao Qing almost escaping on the winter solstice, she strongly advocated putting Zhao Qing in the middle.

Because the offering table is set up, it is natural that the deceased should be greater.

In this regard, even if Fu Wannian and others were arranged to be under Zhao Qing, they were noncommittal.

Yu Guang quietly swept around, sitting with a serious face, and Su Dao and the others, who didn't even communicate with each other, and the smile in the eyes of the eldest lady couldn't help but overflow.

The ritual began when he was in Yin, and Mr. Wen personally led someone to do it.

By the time the time the time came, the bones had been taken out.

It was a complete arm bone, which was brought up by Mr. Wen on a vermilion mahogany tray.

There was a sudden silence in the venue.

Fu Wannian and the others stood up one after another. (To be continued.) )