Ji Zhuo is about forty years old, and he looks like a good skin of the Ji family, with deep sword eyebrows, and an aura of not being angry and arrogant.

He is the most accomplished figure in martial arts and the art of war in the generation of the Ji family, and he holds an important position in the Yunjiang Army, even Xiao Rui has to be afraid of him.

At this moment, Ji Zhuo took the house slave and strode in front of Shen Lingxi, and after respectfully seeing the salute on his face, he asked bluntly: "The minister dares to ask the crown princess, what did the Ji family do, and you actually came to the door in person and vainly talked about the illness of your father?" ”

Although he said this respectfully, his tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Shen Lingxi's apricot eyes were slightly raised.

glanced sideways at the old lady.

Ji Honglie sighed and shook his head, "Blame me, I believe in the witch doctor, the witch doctor is dancing in the courtyard at this moment." ”

A hint of clarity flashed in Shen Lingxi's eyes.

The people of Yunguo all believe in ghosts and gods, and naturally they also believe in witch doctors.

In the past, when she was alive, she still believed in her as a holy woman.

It's just a kind of sustenance before death.

When the witch doctor dances the great god, the filial sons and grandchildren will kneel by the altar and pray for the blessing of the elders.

Most of the time, there was no one at the sickbed, for fear of frightening the witch god.

So much so that the old lady is now breathing, and no one notices.

Shen Lingxi looked at Ji Zhuo: "What this palace said is true or false, you can find out if you go to the old lady's snort to find out." I haven't even verified it, so I ran out to ask the teacher, and the master of your family is not as shrewd as your father. ”

No matter what you say, the Ji family is one of the most respected families in Yunjiang.

And Ji Zhuo is a unique figure in the Yunjiang Army.

Even though Shen Lingxi is now the crown princess, in the realm of Yunjiang, speaking so politely to the head of the Ji family, if it spreads, it will definitely set off a storm.

Ji Zhuo obviously didn't expect that this princess, who was only eighteen or nineteen years old, would not give any affection.

His face immediately sank.

On the territory of Yunjiang, it is not the turn of a little princess to point fingers at him.

Ji Zhuo flicked the sleeves of his robe, and was about to sneer at each other unceremoniously-

Unexpectedly, he saw that the little girl crossed him directly, and walked in the direction of the old lady's yard.

When Ji Zhuo came to his mouth, he immediately stopped, his eyes sank, and he also stepped up to follow.

Ji Honglie liked to be lively the most when he was alive, and the courtyard he chose was very close to the outer courtyard.

On weekdays, in order to facilitate walking around, he also opened a remote door between the outer courtyard and the children he was hospitalized in.

Shen Lingxi walked through this small door.

Seeing this, Ji Zhuo's scrutinizing gaze couldn't help but look at Yun Yu, who was walking side by side with him.

"King Yunjiang, what do you mean by using the crown princess to make this scene today? Before, I looked at Ah Xi's face, and I took care of you a lot, don't you want to take revenge? ”

Yun Yu said with a smile: "Don't forget, General Xi, I haven't been to Xi's house. General Ji has suspicious skills, it is better to think about it, what to say when I see your old lady in a while. ”

Ji Zhuo's brows furrowed.

It's completely unclear what the two of them are singing.

One said that the man was dead, while the other said, "Think about what to say when you see someone."

It's crazy.

Ji Zhuo couldn't figure it out, and Shen Lingxi didn't need him to figure it out.

She went to the old lady's courtyard.

The filial sons and grandsons of the concubines were kneeling around the altar of the witch doctor, palms facing up, and kneeling on the ground reverently.

The witch doctor wearing a mask was dancing in a circular altar.

In the center of the altar is a black porcelain altar with black lacquer and intricate carvings on the outside.

In front of the porcelain altar, there are the things that the old lady carried during her lifetime.

Shen Lingxi's gaze was on the black porcelain altar for a moment, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

She was all too familiar with it.

The porcelain altar used by Urda to lock the soul is almost identical, except that it is slightly smaller than this porcelain altar!

Shen Lingxi glanced at the witch doctor deeply, his face remained silent, and he directly walked past them and walked into the room.

Ji Honglie's corpse, wearing a white robe, was lying quietly on the bed.

After some old people take their breath, their complexion becomes ruddy as if they have returned to the light, and when they look at it from a distance, they give people a radiant feeling.

This is a type of corpse change.

Ji Honglie's corpse happens to be like this at this moment.

Seeing that his father was asleep peacefully, his complexion was much better than before, and he became more and more dissatisfied with Shen Lingxi's behavior.

And their group, in such a solemn ceremony, broke into the old lady's room so aggressively, which also attracted the attention of the daughters and juniors of the family outside the courtyard.

The noisy witch bells and chanting in the courtyard did not stop abruptly until this moment.

Shen Lingxi walked to the side of the bed with his hands in his sleeves, and his expression was finally a little solemn.

"General Ji went to see in person, has the old lady passed away." She said with a blank face.

Ji Zhuo said in a deep voice, "If my father is safe and sound, I will definitely play the emperor in this matter, and ask the emperor to make the decision for the Ji family." ”

With that, he walked over to the bed and reached out to the old woman's snort.

There was no breath at all.

He couldn't believe it, and he went to take the old lady's pulse again—

I couldn't detect the slightest pulse.

Until this moment, Ji Zhuo finally believed Shen Lingxi's words.

"Daddy......" He knelt on the ground, took his father's hand, and cried bitterly.

Those outside the hospital, even if they don't know what is going on, are aware of what is happening at the moment.

"Daddy!"

"Grandpa!"

The people who were still kneeling outside to pray for blessings poured into the room, bowing their heads and weeping.

The room, which had been quiet and unoccupied a moment ago, was immediately filled with deep sadness because of these cries.

Shen Lingxi lowered his eyes and looked at those who were crying on the ground.

In her previous life, they were all relatives who loved her very much.

I don't know if I cried for her like this when I heard the news of her death.

This thought only appeared in Shen Lingxi's mind for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace.

She doesn't cry and she doesn't need others to cry for her.

Ji Honglie's soul was very moved when he saw his children and grandchildren crying like this.

"Girl, you said you could tell me a few last words, but it still counts?"

Shen Lingxi glanced at him, walked straight to Ji Zhuo's side, and stopped.

The head of the family, who was still full of dignity, was crying at the moment, crying like a child of more than 100 pounds.

"Old lady, I have something to explain to you." She whispered.

The howling cry only paused for a moment, then turned his head away and continued to cry.

Shen Lingxi glanced at him with disgust, and directly stretched out his hand and covered the snow-white hair that the old lady was draped in between the pillows.

"Ho ......"

Almost at this moment, the corpse let out a sigh from its throat.

The hand that was clenched by Ji Zhuo moved his fingers slightly, and suddenly held his hand with his backhand.

Ji Zhuo stiffened, and her crying stopped abruptly.

He looked up in disbelief and saw that his father, who had already choked his breath, opened his eyes at some point and was turning his head towards him.

A pair of cold, dark eyes looked straight at him.

"Ahh Ji Zhuo choked and whispered.

In Ji Honglie's throat, a hoarse voice sounded: "San Lang! You cry so much that my brain hurts, can you shut up and let me be quiet for a while? ”

See you tomorrow morning......