Chapter Eighty-Eight: Her Funeral
"Be careful on the road." Ling Jinxi lowered his head and instructed in a low voice.
"Hmm." Ji Weiliang also lowered her head and held the two unpalatable rice balls, she seemed to have nothing to give him.
With the surge of spiritual power, the wind surged, rolling up the sand and dust, and lost Ji Weiliang's eyes.
"Bastard, such a big amount of ash, it's all splashed on you!" Ji Weiliang scolded angrily, and Ling Jinxi flew away.
She raised her hand and wiped her right eye, this stinky boy had made so much dust that her eyes were in the sand.
Ling Jinxi looked back and saw her wiping her eyes, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but after laughing, she finally showed a trace of reluctance.
He has his goals, he has his dreams, he can't stay, and he doesn't have the qualifications, who to wait.
If we can meet again, let's wait until we meet.
Ji Weiliang was really blinded by the sand, and after a while, he looked up again, and the kid was gone.
Looking at the unpalatable rice balls in her hand, Ji Weiliang wanted to cry, there was no way, there was only one Muhe plant in Kufeng Mountain that could be eaten, so she could only eat these things in Kufeng Mountain, but she would bring seasonings, so it wouldn't be so tasteless.
"Hey, the old lady's ring, that kid won't take the old lady's ring away!" When he fought Yanlong Mutant before, Ji Weiliang stuffed his ring to that kid, but now he forgot to call him back! What to do?
Even if Ji Weiliang later made a ring, the concept was completely different!
"Mom, all my belongings, just change a few rice balls, I'll ......" Ji Weiliang opened a rice ball wrapped in leaves with hatred, and one fell to the ground.
Without any hesitation, Ji Weiliang hurriedly put on his ring and confirmed the contents of it.
Oh oh oh, her flying chess, this is a limited edition, not only the material is precious, but also uses dozens of tricks, although one is dropped, but it is still rare.
When I opened the chess box, there were a few ugly stones inside, and there were some notches on them.
"Wow, tsk, this kind of stone also deserves to be in my flying chess?" Ji Weiliang's face changed instantly, disgusted, and picked up a stone and wanted to throw it away.
A thin rope wrapped around those ugly stones.
Smiling, Ji Weiliang gestured, and put the string of ugly stones on his wrist.
"The bracelet made by the Heavenly Xuan cultivator, what if there is any magic circle?" Ji Weiliang's imagination is infinite, and he happily walks towards his destination while eating rice balls.
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"Did you hear that? Ji is slightly cool, gone! A big man swallowed melon seeds and gossiped about the man on the side.
"No, wasn't there news before, that son of Dongzhou, said he wanted to marry her? Why is it suddenly gone? ”
"Maybe it's not enough luck, tsk, I heard that it's miserable, and I can't find anything in the explosion." Dahan shook his head, "I said before that her golden pill was broken, and it was only a matter of time." ”
"Hey, what about Yucheng? Isn't Ji Weiliang the city lord of Yucheng? What should I do if she dies in Yucheng? ”
"Yucheng? Hey, let me tell you, more people are going to Yucheng. ”
"What's wrong, going to the funeral?" The other man didn't believe it.
"You know, Yan Long Chang was eliminated by Ji Weiliang alone, only she knows the inside story, and now some people say that Yan Long Chang is not dead at all, he is still in Yucheng!"
The streets and alleys were all about Ji Weiliang's death, and Tongcheng hung white flags for Ji Weiliang.
Zuo Weiyang stared at the stele in front of him.
Cool.
One stroke at a time, casual and without losing the bone rhyme.
This is Ji Weiliang's word, and it is impossible for Zuo Weiyang to recognize it.
The stonemason is from Tongcheng and is kneeling at Zuo Weiyang's feet, and Ji Weiliang's butler is still standing beside him.
“…… What did she say when she carved the monument? Zuo Weiyang's voice was hoarse.
"Miss said, this is for the library." The old butler's voice was sobbing.
"Library?" Zuo Weiyang smiled with tears in her eyes, "She actually loves to read, but the Ji family doesn't have any books, so she always secretly asks me to find books for her." ”
“…… It's hard work. The old butler bowed his head.
"Bitter?" Zuo Weiyang half-knelt in front of the stone tablet, "She guessed what Dongzhou was going to do, it was herself." (More exciting on the next page!) )
The choice, do you say she is bitter? ”
"There will be evidence of Dongzhou's murder of Miss in the Chief's order, Yu Cheng only needs to be patient, and when Yu Cheng becomes stronger, Miss's blood debt, we can naturally recover it."
Zuo Weiyang and Ji Weiliang are friends, childhood sweethearts, comrades-in-arms, in the same boat through thick and thin, confidants, and fellow travelers. w_/a_/p_/\_/.\_/c\_/o\_/m
Yu Baimeng on the side had a cold face, carrying a knife, and didn't say a word.
Those who know the inside story know why Ji Weiliang died, but in the entire Yucheng, there are only a few people who know the inside story.
On the day of Ji Weiliang's funeral, the acacia flowers in Yucheng bloomed.
Looking at the rejuvenated Yucheng, the people of Yucheng ate the fruit with the fragrance of acacia flowers with tears.
"A-Niang, what is this? It's delicious. A little boy took his mother's hand and looked at the grand white banquet in front of him.
He was too young to even understand what life and death were.
"This is the acacia flower...... Fruit. The woman choked.
Yes, everyone eats acacia flowers, just because Ji Kuishou loves to eat acacia flowers.
But that man had already left.
Lin Xi stood under the locust tree that had been stripped of its locust flowers, his eyes looking up at the lush leaves, and the sunlight that had been cut by the leaves fell on his left eye, swaying faintly.
The wind blew, and there was a rustle.
Lin Xi lowered his eyes and looked at the shattered sunshine.
Ji Weiliang died suddenly, and many Dongzhou people were arrested at the scene, now it's not Ji Weiliang who wants to give an explanation to Dongzhou, it's Dongzhou people who want to give an explanation to Yuezhou.
As the most powerful person in Dongzhou, Lin Xi was also invited to Ji's house in Yucheng, what Dongzhou used to do to Ji Weiliang, now the people in Dongzhou have to suffer again.
Not far away, Lichun and Lixia stood behind the old butler.
The Falling Moon Pavilion is still the Falling Moon Pavilion, and the Falling Moon Pavilion is no longer the Falling Moon Pavilion it once was.
"The tea is also cold, I'll go add a pot."
The status is low, so life and death are humble, without the young lady, they have no support, and the laughter they once had is gone.
"Take a good look at the third son." The old butler spoke indifferently.
"......" Lichun didn't speak, she only had the old locust tree in her eyes.
"Miss has already gone, but Yucheng and the Ji family are safe, you can stay here." The old housekeeper spoke with vicissitudes, Ji Weiliang calculated everything, and finally saved everyone, except herself.
The old butler's eyes were clear, "As a slave, it is your blessing that your master treats you as human beings. ”
"Lichun, wish, always follow Miss." There was no trace of sparkle in Lichun's eyes.
"Miss is going to build a school palace, and when it's over, you can go to the school palace." The old butler looked at the big locust tree in the sun.
"No, Miss only loves the tea I make." Lichun's expression was sluggish, like a clay sculpture, "In the future, I will stay in the Falling Moon Pavilion, take care of the old locust tree for Miss every day, and make tea for Miss." ”
In this way, Ji Weiliang's four maids, Lichun is still guarding the Luoyue Pavilion, Lixia and Liqiu are missing, and Lidong is self-defeating.