Wang Xian was frightened, and still sat on the stairs without saying a word. She saw a lot of blood gushing out of Wang Ziliang's nose and mouth, as if it couldn't stop, it kept gushing out......

After a pause, Wang Xian remembered Wang Ruoqian. Wang Ziliang is so good to her on weekdays, but she has never come to see Wang Ziliang! Wang Xian complained a little about Wang Ruoqian in her heart, but if you think about it carefully, she is not in good health, and she should also cultivate well. I don't know if she will come together with Dongli in the future, when I think of the picture of the two of them walking together, it is really beautiful.

"What do you want...... Wang Xian tapped his head and buried his face in his knees.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Xian felt that the surroundings were gradually getting cooler, and the voice gradually calmed down, at this time someone shouted to wake him up, Wang Xian looked up, it was three sends.

Wang Xian seemed to be used to it, and she was a little relieved to see Sansheng's face, "Dad is better?"

This is nothing more than one of all accidents, in her impression, after a panic, the three senders will come over and tell her that Wang Ziliang is fine. So Wang Xian asked calmly this time, without a trace of waves.

After a long time of silence, Wang Xian saw tears in the corners of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xian smiled, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Mr. Wang, passed away......"

When Wang Xian heard this, he laughed, staggered up and walked to the room step by step. The doctors and subordinates around them all lowered their heads and were silent, and Wang Xian swayed all the way to the bed where Wang Ziliang was lying calmly. She felt she could still wake him up, so she reached out and shook him gently—no movement.

Sansheng saw that Wang Xian was in a trance, and was worried that he would help her out, but at this time, Wang Xian suddenly turned around and stretched out his index finger to "shhh". Sansheng was stunned, Wang Xian said: "My dad is asleep, don't wake him up, he's tired......" After that, she walked out gently, and after walking a few steps, she turned back to Sansheng and said: "When he wakes up, Sansheng, you have to remember to tell me." I'm going to keep an eye on him tomorrow morning and take his medicine. ”

The seven-foot man finally had red eyes, and he almost cried when he looked at Wang Xian's stumbling figure.

Wang Xian walked and walked, and when he walked out of the door, he tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground. The people around her hurriedly supported her, and Sansheng rushed forward to grab her, but she was thrown away by her.

I saw Wang Xian walk to the middle of the courtyard, she raised her head, and the moonlight reflected her face full of tears. Sansheng was just about to step forward, when suddenly Wang Xian raised his head to the sky and roared, and finally fell under the night sky that was broken by her.

Wang Ziliang, the next patriarch of the Junyang Wu clan, died at the age of forty and three.

The message flew like it had grown wings, and it flew everywhere it could. The elders of the county Yangzhou were grief-stricken, why did Wang Ziliang, who they personally cultivated, die young?!

For a while, Wangfu turned white, and everything was white.

When the news was sent to the palace, Zun Xuechen was writing, and when she heard the news, the tip of her pen that was about to fall paused in mid-air. At that moment, she thought of a lot, and there was almost a trace of emotion in her eyes, but she finally sat up, and said in a cold voice: "Dead, finally dead." ”

I felt that the sky had changed in the capital, and Dongli felt that something was wrong when he had entered the capital, so he hurriedly grabbed a passer-by and asked what was wrong.

The man said, "You're from out of town, aren't you? The lord of Wangfu has passed away, and this battle is almost in time for the state funeral." ”

Dongli was still hiding in the shadow of the alley, and some people kept coming in and out of the gate, but Wang Xian was nowhere to be seen. Dong Xian was panicked and didn't know what to do, maybe Wang Xian didn't know what to do......

After seven days of inactivity, Wang Xian fell asleep for seven days, and during these seven days, she lost her breath several times and almost died in Huangquan.

Seven days later, Wang Ziliang will return to Junyang.

Wang Xian wore linen and filial piety, but he didn't expect to see off Wang Ziliang as soon as he woke up.

Layers of people crowded through the long street, and a funeral procession rushed out of the city. Wang Ruoqian said that she was not in good health and did not go to the funeral, so Wang Xian, as a child, followed behind the coffin.

Dongli huddled in the crowd, trying to catch a familiar figure, but he didn't see Wang Xian when he turned around. I don't know how long he squeezed, and finally saw Wang Xian following behind the coffin.

There was no trace of blood on her face, like a dead person, and her white filial clothes almost blended in with her. In the sky full of paper money and the soul drifting in the wind, Wang Xian took two steps and knelt once, and he had to go out of the city like this. From Wang's Mansion to Changjie, Wang Xian's forehead had already been broken, and the blood was winding down, which was terrifying to watch.

Dongli followed them step by step, he really wanted to call Wang Xian and make Wang Xian feel at ease. But those two words were stuck in his mouth, and he could only follow Wang Xian all the way.

Kneeling is the rule of the Wu clan, along the way, Wang Xian did not cry or make trouble, his eyes were empty and he walked and knelt like a zombie, letting his head break and bleed......

Finally, the coffin was sent out of the city gate, and Wang Xian struggled to follow the team out. She had been kneeling for too long, and she had passed out and not eaten for the past few days, so she couldn't hold it anymore, who knew that as soon as she saw her about to keep up with the team, two people from the Wu clan on the side stopped her.

Wang Xian looked at them in confusion and moved his pale and chapped lips.

"Foreigners are not allowed to return to Junyang with the funeral procession. ”

Wang Xian was stunned, wanted to push away their blocking hands, and said weakly: "What are you talking about! I am my father's child, why can't I go back to Junyang! Why can't I go back to Junyang!"

Maybe they couldn't be impatient with her entanglement, the two people simply pushed her to the ground, and said impatiently: "When Mr. Wang was here, everyone looked at his face, do you really think you are a member of the Wu clan?

Wang Xian struggled out of the dirt, vaguely saw the funeral procession going farther and farther, and finally cried and begged them, "They are going far...... I don't know which boat to take to Junyang, I beg you, let me accompany my father back to Junyang!

The two of them kicked Wang Xian away impatiently again, and one of them kicked Wang Xian right on the forehead, causing Wang Xian to cover his forehead and lie on the ground and tremble.

"Phew, a dead girl of unknown origin, has lived a chic life for a few years with the reputation of our Wu clan, do you still want to be dead?!"

"Forget it, let's go back. ”