Chapter 158： Retribution (two more)

Chapter 158 Retribution (two more)

Mrs. Murong's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately saw some clues.

She quickly stepped forward a few steps, pulled Murong Yong's sleeve and asked, "Ayong, did the Gu family regret their marriage?"

Before Murong Yong could answer, she cursed indignantly: "The Gu family didn't keep their promises. It's unreasonable. When I went to see Mrs. Gu Tai this morning, she clearly promised very well."

She wanted to go to Gu Family Theory, but thinking that time was waiting for no one, she changed the topic: "By the way, there is also Sister Yu, hurry up, let Sister Yu change into a wedding dress, and you and her quickly get married."

"Your grandmother will be 'well'!"

Murong Hao listened, his eyes lit up, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

At this moment, everyone in the Murong family seemed to turn a blind eye to the corpse on the bed, and to smell the corpse odor in the air.

Crazy! Murong Yong looked around at the deranged relatives, his eyes were unfathomably dark, and for the first time a feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart.

The Second Master Murong and the Third Master Murong also surrounded Murong Yong, grabbing his arms from left to right, you said, and I said:

"Ayong, it's okay to give it a try!"

"What if it happens."

"The auspicious time is coming..."

“…”

Everyone was pulling Murong Yong like crazy, describing it as getting more and more crazy.

Murong Yong's face was filled with gust of wind and rain, and a look of anger appeared.

He was about to have a seizure, when he saw Murong Hao's hair on his temples visibly added with frost-like silver threads, more and more white hair, and lines appeared on the skin on his forehead and the corners of his eyes.

Murong Yong's pupils contracted slightly.

Murong Hao didn't realize it, he took Murong Yong's hand and begged bitterly, "Ayong, just be your father and beg you..."

His original thick and powerful voice became old and hoarse, even one of his front teeth fell off, and his voice began to leak.

The **** front teeth rolled out.

"..." Murong Yong's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at others. His two uncles actually grew old in just a few breaths.

The three of them seemed to be twenty years old all of a sudden, and entered old age early from the prime of life, and their whole body showed a sense of old age.

backlash. This is backlash! Murong Yong was deeply aware of this.

Other people finally noticed it now. Mrs. Murong took a deep breath, raised her finger to Master Murong Er in horror, and screamed, "Old...Master, why are you..."

She couldn't speak any longer, she rolled her eyes and fainted.

The three Murong Hao brothers looked at each other for a while, and looked at themselves for a while, all stunned and frightened, each murmuring, "How could this be? How could this be?"

Screams of panic came one after another.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Murong Yong was expressionless, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

yes.

If his family does such a thing, there will be backlash.

Gu Yanfei's words in the Hou Mansion echoed in his ears again: "Resurrection from the dead is against the mandate of heaven, against the will of heaven."

To die is to die, not to live.

Murong Yong chewed these words silently, and once again looked at the grandmother on the bed, his eyes fell on the face beyond recognition.

Her lips were rotten and out of shape, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised on both sides.

From her rotten facial features, he could see that she had a smile on her face, and she died with a smile.

This is a relieved smile.

Murong Yong closed his eyes, exhaled a white breath between thin lips, and his heart finally settled.

He no longer paid attention to the restless family members around him, and said decisively: "Come on!"

"Prepare for the funeral!"

Murong Yong ignored the chaos behind him and went out alone. His normally steady steps seemed to falter at this moment, and his body swayed slightly.

He clearly knew in his heart that there might be more than that waiting for their house!

After a while, all the servants in He Mansion knew the news of the passing of the old lady. The red lanterns and red ribbons in Murong House were all untied, white mourning flags were hung up, and the servants also wrapped them around their arms and waists. The white cloth strip means that there is a funeral in the house.

So, when Shang Qingren hurried to the Murong Mansion, he saw mourning banners and white ribbons hanging up one after another, and countless white paper money floated from the door, like white butterflies fluttering and flying together. The falling snowflakes intertwined.

"Appeal!"

Xiao Daotong pulled the reins of the horses tightly, and the carriage stopped at the gate of Murong Mansion.

Shang Qingren's face was covered in blood, not only bleeding from his nose and mouth, but also bleeding from the corners of his eyes, like two lines of red blood and tears, his appearance was terrifying.

The servants of Murong Mansion saw a Taoist priest with blood on his face entering the door. People, all froze.

How did the real Shangqing become like this?!

The people did not dare to stop him, and hurried to report.

Shangqing dashed towards Old Madam Murong's courtyard, walking faster and faster.

Along the way, one after another of white silk and white lanterns can be seen everywhere, making the mansion look cold and gloomy.

Shangqingren's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, but he still felt unwilling and unwilling to accept the fact that was about to come out.

"No, no..." He murmured a little frantically, "Chongxi, you have to be happy!"

I don't know if he said this to himself or to others.

His head and body were covered with snow water made from snowflakes, and a piece of white paper money was stuck between his temples and his shoulders, which was smeared with blood on his face, making him feel embarrassed.

Murong Yong, who came out from the other side of the ceremonial gate, met Shang Qingren who was walking in a hurry, looking at this lost old Taoist from a distance across the vast snow and wind.

Murong Yong had already changed his red groom's robe and put on a plain white straight robe, with a white silk sash tied around his waist, echoing the surrounding white banners and sashes.

He still didn't hold an umbrella, and stopped at a distance of ten feet away from Shang Qingren, his eyes were cold but firm, and he coldly spit out three words:

"no need."

Murong Yong is not stupid and has a lot of experience.

After coming out of the grandmother's house, he stood in the courtyard for a while, letting the cold wind blow and the frost and snow wash away. He thought a lot, and at this time he had completely calmed down.

Seeing the **** appearance of the seven orifices of Shang Qingzhen, Murong Yong's heart was like a mirror, and his heart was open.

As the second girl of the Gu family said, this so-called "Chongxi and borrowing luck" is probably more for the sake of the real person.

It is useless to say more, and it is also greedy.

Murong Yong's mouth showed a hint of sneering that was almost untraceable, thinking self-deprecatingly, and at the same time raised his hand and instructed the guard: "Shoot people out!"

What? ! Murong Mansion's guards and servants all looked at each other and couldn't believe their ears.

They all recognized Shang Qingzhen as a guest in the mansion, and several masters treated him respectfully...

Murong Yong raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little impatient and gloomy, and he ordered again: "Fight out."

His voice was raised by another three points, and the ruthless killing aura burst out in an instant.

The guards didn't hesitate any longer, swarmed up aggressively, and bluntly used their scabbards to beat people and chase them away.

"Take care of the real person!" The little Daotong hurriedly went to guard Shang Qingren and beat him several times.

Painful cries, fists and feet, collisions... one after another echoed in the wind and snow.

Shangqingzhen and Xiaodaotong are just two people, how can they beat so many guards from the Murong family, their fists are no match for four hands, and they are surrounded by people like lost dogs and rushed towards the gate...

Between pushing and shoving, the wooden hairpin on Shangqing's bun was slapped crookedly, half of his hair was scattered in a mess, several bruises were made on the corners of his forehead and mouth, and even a piece of his sleeve was accidentally torn off.

Murong Yong didn't care about Shang Qingren's fate at all, he walked past him and hurried out the door.

He first went to the Ministry of War and presented Ding You's book, saying that his grandmother died today, and the family had to keep filial piety for her for three years.

Then, he went to the Shenji Camp and explained the situation to Shangfeng. Shangfeng felt a little pity. As far as generals are concerned, Murong Yong's age is just right, when young people are at their most energetic, they dare to kill and fight. The next three golden years would have had the opportunity to skyrocket and make some achievements.

After running several places in a row, he finally went to the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion to report the mourning in person. In the Marquis Mansion, Gu Yuan came forward to receive Murong Yong.

At this moment, it was not even the time of application, and it was less than two hours before Murong Yong left here at noon.

After only half a day, Murong Yong had the illusion that he had experienced decades of years, and it was like a dream.

The young man in his twenties is no longer arrogant and sharp in the past, showing a bit of exhaustion: "The next three years of filial piety at home, I have discussed with my parents, and I can't delay the youth of Miss Gu, I hope she will return soon. A good relationship."

He tried his best to keep his voice steady, and he spoke in a high-sounding and polite manner, which was all respectable for the two families.

After returning the marriage certificate, Murong Yong bowed his hands, turned around and left.

Gu Yuan returned the marriage certificate returned by the Murong family to Gu Yunzhen, and went to Yuheng Garden to tell Gu Yanfei the matter.

"This Murong Yong is a bit smarter this time."

Gu Yuan sat down on an armchair by the window, unlike Gu Yanfei's languid sitting posture, whether he was standing or sitting, he was always upright like a pine.

Murong Yong took the initiative to send back the marriage certificate, and took all the responsibilities on the Murong family, indicating that the Murong family wanted to keep filial piety and did not want to delay Gu Yunzhen, so they quit the family.

In this way, for Gu Yunzhen, her boudoir reputation is not damaged, and she can find another marriage.

Gu Yanfei was sitting in front of the book desk in the small study, flipping through an idle book from an unknown bookstore.

She rubbed her chin with one hand and blinked thoughtfully.

In the last life, Liu Muyu was the concubine, instead of Gu Yunzhen, she gave the old lady Murong a blessing.

And Murong's old lady will not end so well, at most two years...

"I see……"

Gu Yanfei muttered to herself, she remembered that two years later, a plague broke out in the capital, and many people died of nosebleeds.

Later, it was Gu Yunchang who turned the tide...

(end of this chapter)