A heart-rending cry in the mourning hall interrupted the conversation between Zhong Yongfeng and the old slave, and the old slave's grief was aroused again, and his lips trembled and he shouted: "First lady-"

Suddenly, there was another cry and mourning in the courtyard.

Crying like this, he couldn't ask anything, Zhong Jifeng whispered to Jiang Fuyuan, "Let's go directly to the mourning hall." ”

As soon as they passed through the courtyard full of weeping, before a few people stepped into the mourning hall, they saw Zhai Jinzu holding a wooden sign and walking out while hanging his head and wiping his tears, followed by a man and a woman.

Both men and women are familiar faces, it is Su Menglong and Bai Muxing.

Su Menglong was the first to look here, and when he saw Jiang Fuyuan here, the pain of being beaten by his father before and his buttocks and flesh were open instantly swept through his body, and he instinctively shrank back, colliding with Bai Muxing, who was one step behind him.

"Ouch." Bai Muxing let out a little painful cry, "Brother Long, what's wrong with you......"

Sensing that his expression was wrong, she followed Su Menglong's gaze and looked to the left front, "Sister...... How did you end up here? ”

Jiang Fuyuan ignored her and called "Lord Zhai", and Zhai Jinzu raised his head with swollen walnut eyes.

"Fairy Gu!" Zhai Jinzu's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands holding the wooden card tightened suddenly, "You're here!" I ......"

The words that almost blurted out were re-swallowed when he noticed the figures of several other people, and a trace of vigilance flashed in Zhai Jinzu's eyes.

"You are ......"

Zhong Yongfeng stepped forward and said: "I am Zhong Yongfeng, the general of Jingzhou Xiaoji, these three are the immortal chiefs of the Dao Palace, and the imperial court knows that there have been frequent strange incidents in Bozhou recently, so they sent me and others to check." ”

"Oh...... Please forgive the inconvenience of the lower officials, and they will ......not be far away," Zhai Jinzu bowed slightly, "It's inconvenient to talk here, please follow me to the front hall." ”

The mourning hall was solemn, and the low sobbing of the servants and maids aggravated the oppressive atmosphere, it was indeed not a place to talk about business, so under the leadership of Zhai Jinzu, everyone moved to the front hall.

Halfway through, Bai Muxing took the opportunity to walk to Jiang Fuyuan's side and whispered: "Sister hasn't seen her for a few days, and she is becoming more and more immortal, I don't know if there is any secret?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan looked ahead, not giving her a look.

Bai Muxing didn't seem to feel embarrassed, and chose another topic: "Sister, I just heard Lord Zhai call you Immortal Gu, have you joined the Dao Palace?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at her and said coldly: "Don't call me sister, you look much older than me." ”

Bai Muxing: ......

Su Menglong, who was pulled by Bai Muxing and reluctantly followed behind them, frowned when he heard this: "Mu Cizhan, Xing'er is so loud and angry to talk to you, how can you talk, why didn't I see that you were such a person before!" ”

He snorted heavily: "Such rude and rude, see which man will marry you in the future." ”

Zhong Yongfeng: ?? The scumbag still has the face to say?

As soon as he clenched his fists and wanted to teach this fool a lesson, he heard Jiang Fuyuan reply with a sigh: "Then you are so gentle and polite, there must be many men chasing after you to marry you." ”

Su Menglong: ......

Walking to the front hall, Zhai Jinzu invited everyone to sit down one by one, and he himself carefully placed the wooden card in his arms on the seat on his side before he sat down.

Only then did everyone see that the wooden plaque read "Beloved Wife Huang Shuxuan" in five neat block letters.

Zhai Jinzu actually carried his deceased wife's tablet with him!

Under everyone's surprised gaze, Zhai Jinzu poured another cup of hot tea and put it in front of the ranks, and said softly: "Madame, tired for a day, thirsty, come and drink some water." ”

A Taoist servant's eyebrows jumped, and he whispered to Chi Xinsu: "Your Highness, isn't this Zhai Prefect Mansion too hard to be hit and crazy?" ”

Chi Xinsu frowned slightly, Zhai Jinzu's state was indeed not like ordinary people, he rubbed the ivory handle of the dust, and said lightly: "Governor Zhai, please mourn, the people of Bozhou still rely on you." ”

Zhai Jinzu smiled miserably: "I really don't have the energy to deal with too many government affairs now, and most of the government affairs are decided by several county orders together." ”

He looked at the tablet beside him, and slowly stroked it with his left hand: "Including the matter of sacrificing to the river god, it is also notified to the provincial government after several county orders have been agreed. ”

It's a sacrifice again.

The expressions of the people at the table were different, the two Taoist attendants looked at each other, Chi Xinsu and Zhong Yifeng frowned at the same time, and Su Menglong and Bai Muxing were more curious.

Sacrificing to the river god doesn't sound like a serious idea, Zhong Jifeng asked in a loud voice: "What to sacrifice?" How to sacrifice? Did the provincial government agree? ”

"I don't know." Zhai Jinzu shook his head slowly, "I only vaguely heard that it was for the river god to marry, and the time should be tomorrow." ”

For his vague answer, Zhong Yongfeng couldn't help but feel a wave of dissatisfaction in his heart.

As the governor of a state, he only knows a little about such an important matter, even if he has recently experienced the pain of losing his wife, it is not a reason for him to slack off and derelict his duties.

It's a pity that the military general is not qualified to directly reprimand the prefect of a state, even if Zhong Yongfeng is indignant in his heart, he can only hold back.

There was silence in the room for an instant, and no one spoke again.

Jiang Fuyuan found that from the time they met to the present, Zhai Jinzu had secretly looked at her more than once, with an expression of wanting to say something.

She glanced at Zhai Jinzu quietly, and said lightly: "Since the sacrifice is set for tomorrow, then we will go and see what the sacrifice method is tomorrow, as for now, it is still troublesome Lord Zhai to arrange a few rooms first, we were on the road all night last night, the car was sleepy, and we wanted to rest." ”

Hearing this, a moment of surprise flashed on Zhai Jinzu's face, and he immediately answered: "Okay, I'll let my subordinates prepare." ”

Su Menglong interjected: "We also need two, please arrange them together." ”

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him: [?? The ghost is gone, isn't it? 】

Su Menglong, who received the disgust signal, raised his chin: "What, as long as you can live, Xing'er and I can't live?" Uncle Xing'er is the immortal chief in the Bozhou Provincial Mansion, and we are here to mourn for her uncle today! ”

Jiang Fuyuan was speechless: "What does it have to do with me if you can't live or not, you can just split yourself into eight petals and live in eight rooms." ”

Su Menglong: ......

For fear that they would quarrel and flip the table, Zhai Jinzu hurriedly hugged the tablet and said: "Yes, there are some, there is not much in my house, but there are many rooms!" Everybody! ”

The Zhai family is very clever, and seeing this, they specially divided the rooms of Su Menglong and Jiang Fuyuan the farthest, one in the east and the other in the west.

Jiang Fuyuan was very satisfied with this, and after returning to the room to freshen up a little, he collapsed on the bed and emptied.

Since last night, she felt that there were two completely different forces circulating in her body, one was warm and very familiar, it should be the power of faith of the villagers of Xiyue, and the other was a little strange, with a coolness, like the wind in the forest, and like the rain in March.

[Forget it, you can use it anyway, no matter where it comes from.] 】

Thinking about it, she fell asleep in a daze.

"Mu Cizhan."

A voice sounded in the distance, getting closer and closer, and seemed to reach her ears in an instant.

A white light suddenly appeared in front of the pitch-black eyes, the white light expanded, and in the next moment, Jiang Fukite stood on a white expanse of water.

There are round green leaves floating on the surface of the water, each leaf is a meter in size, and the veins on the leaves are covered like spider webs, which looks strange and strange.

Jiang Fukite tentatively stretched out his feet, and tapped the round leaves with his toes, and the round leaves did not move at all, as if they were one with the water surface.

Stepping on the leaves, she noticed that the leaves were regularly spaced to form a turquoise path, and at the end of the path she saw a white flower-like object suspended above the water.

"Mu Cizhan."

The voice sounded again, clearer than before, and it was difficult to hear men and women, only as if it came from the ninefold heavens, solemn and mysterious, and demagogic.

(End of chapter)