The group talked and laughed and walked towards the mountain gate of Qixia Temple.

From afar, Mrs. Li saw Mrs. Ji's body unstable and almost fell.

The servant woman of the Li family, who was following them, hurriedly helped her and asked in a low voice, "Old lady, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Li hurriedly patted her chest, her mind was full of the night, on the mass grave in Shangling Village, she and her daughter-in-law Zhao Chunxiang were buried alive and only had their heads exposed outside at night.

Layers of cold sweat broke out on his body.

"Grandma! What's wrong with you?"

Li Yanyan felt Mrs. Li's trembling and hurriedly asked.

Mrs. Li tried hard to stand up, stabilized her mind and looked back towards the mountain road, but she didn't see Mrs. Ji's lame son and eldest daughter-in-law, and her flustered heart was able to stabilize.

"Who are those people?

Do you know each other?"

Mrs. Li's voice and hands trembled, and she pointed to Mrs. Ji and asked the servant woman who was supporting her.

The servant woman of the Li family stretched out her head and looked in the direction where the Ji family was, and became puzzled.

"It looks like the clothes of the Ji family, but those people are not the Ji family!"

This servant didn't know that the Ji family was two Ji families, one was the Ji family with the pillar of protecting the country, and the other was the ordinary Jingguan Ji family.

The Ji family they are familiar with is the Jingguan Ji family, so this servant woman doesn't know Mrs. Ji and them.

"It's not the Ji family! Whose family are they?"

Mrs. Li hurriedly asked, could it be that these people just look like Mrs. Ji?

It's not impossible for Mrs. Li to think about it, that Mrs. Ji's family was in Xialing Village, where she couldn't be poorer, and none of their families had any money, how could it appear in the capital?

There are so many maids and servants waiting!

Mrs. Li thought about it like this, didn't say anything, and pulled Li Yanyan away.

However, Li Yanyan's voice came to her ears.

"Grandma! How can I look at that old lady like a grandmother?"

Li Yanyan has seen Mrs. Ji, because Mrs. Ji often goes to Li's house to see Xiao Sui, and every time she goes, she is basically accompanied by Wang Dongxue.

Zhu Xiuxiu didn't go much, Huo Xing'er only cared about farm work, and when she went, she didn't meet Li Yanyan much, she didn't recognize it, and it was not surprising, after all, she was not very old.

"You...... Do you see that?

That old woman looks like the grandmother of the mourning star?"

Li Yanyan nodded violently, then thought of something, and looked hard at the little Sui Sui held by Huo Xing'er, after the teaching of the national teacher, she really learned some skills, even if she was far away, she could see the scar on Xiao Sui's face clearly!

But she also remembered that when she was in Yangcheng, there was a little girl wearing a veil, and her voice spoke like a little sui!

And the person holding Dai Miansha's little year old seems to be the young woman next to Mrs. Ji!

"I remember, that woman, she...... She hugged the ...... years old."

"You...... What did you say?

Year...... Age?

Who holds ......?"

Mrs. Li asked Li Yanyan, and immediately covered her mouth halfway through the sentence, and then pulled Li Yanyan to the side.

The speed is so fast, the expression is so anxious, the discerning person can see that there is something wrong at a glance!

The servant woman of the Li family stood aside and watched for a long time, and followed without hurrying.

I don't want Mrs. Li to say it directly.

"Don't come with me, our ancestors have something to say!"

The corner of the Li family's servant twitched when she heard this, she really couldn't hold up the wall with her mud legs, she really thought she loved to follow.