Chapter 209

She quickly turned around and saw a Silver Eagle lighter lying on the ground.

Clearly, it was just used for ignition in the cold year.

How old is this man?

"Where's the lighter?" Mu Xianfeng side head to see, some worry to see to her, "are you ok? Ask the accompanying doctor to show you? "

"It's OK. There are too many people here, and there are children. I guess they'll throw them out."

Lin Yi picked up the lighter and said faintly, looking back, Ying Hannian was no longer in the same place. In the distance, Jiang Qixing stood there with no expression on his face. His eyes were facing the people in the second room, and he seemed to be waiting for something quietly.

It seems that something big happened today.

There are a lot of people in the Mu family. There are a lot of side branches. Therefore, the flattering people around the second and third rooms come out. Only the big room is cold and quiet. The contrast is not too obvious.

Such a comparison has been carried out for a long time. Under the arrangement, all the talents go up from the six ladders.

Even if Mu Xianfeng is not in good health, he abandons his wheelchair and goes up the ladder to show his filial piety.

Walking in front of the old man mu Ziliang looked down, his eyes fell on Mu Xianfeng, satisfied with a smile, and continued to walk up with the help of his two sons.

Lin Yi walked behind, looking up at the people.

There are a lot of people wearing filial piety clothes, and there are a lot of people on the six ladder, which is enough to prove how prosperous and brilliant the Mu family is today

These people are the nobility of the nobility, people easily dare not look up to.

But among these people, who is the one who killed Ying Hannian's mother?

His mother lived in agony, but died silent.

I don't know where Ying Hannian is now. I'm afraid it's hard to see the prosperity of the Mu family. He's lonely and his enemy family is prosperous.

People slowly went up to the top of the mountain and entered the pastoral cemetery. It was built like a small town, solemn and solemn.

The herdsmen knelt on their knees according to their seniority. A large piece of white filial piety clothes looked like thick snow from the helicopter.

The shepherd stood in front of the tombstone as high as the door with a black tap, wiping his tears.

Buddhist monks in cassocks sit on the ground in front of the crowd and begin to recite scriptures.

Six braziers were burning paper at the same time. The fire was as bright as the air.

The scene was grand and serious.

Lin Yi stood among the servants, watching the sacrificial ceremony of the rich family, and suddenly heard whispers from the people nearby.

"How come all the young masters and young ladies have arrived, and they have not seen the third young master?"

"Doesn't it mean that the third young master's confinement has been lifted? What about people? "

"I just saw it at the foot of the mountain. I said hello to the media very eagerly."

Lin Yi noticed that the location of Muxian spring was empty. Next to it was Wang Tiantian kneeling on the ground. One of the white Xiaoyi's clothes was obviously missing.

Sure enough, the old man turned down and said, "where's the spring?"

Kneeling on the ground, a middle-aged woman came out, the third lady Gu Ruo.

A beautiful woman with rhyme, unlike Su Meining, who has all kinds of emotions outside, or the second lady, Lian man, who looks gentle and gentle, exudes a sense of competence, and even speaks dry and crisp.

"Father, Xianquan folded the gold ingot for today's sacrifice all night. When he just came up, his feet were shaking and he almost fainted, so I asked the doctor to give him an injection to strengthen his spirit."

Gu Ruo said and made a gesture.

Immediately, a servant sent boxes of jinyuanbaoming paper.

The shepherd looked at these and nodded, saying nothing.

Gu Ruo kneels down again. The middle-aged man turns to look at her. He has a mature and handsome face. Now he frowns and asks, "where's Xianquan?"

It was Mu Huahong, the third son of Mu Laozi.

Mu Huahong is very clear about his son. Mu Xianquan is cautious but has no strategy. Mu Xianxu is fond of enjoying and playing with women. Both of them are young master's noble temperament. How can they break the gold ingot? It's all his wife who makes it to win the favor of the old man.

"I don't know." Gu Ruo frowned, "call someone to find it."

Xianquan has been shut up by the old man once. This time, he made a sacrifice to the old lady. The old man attached so much importance to it that he would get into trouble again.

The couple knelt on the ground and were talking when they heard someone shouting, "the third young master is here."Lin Yi was stunned. What he heard was Jiang Qixing's voice, but no one paid attention to him now. Instead, he looked at Mu Xianquan, who had come so late.

Mu Xianquan, dressed in a filial piety suit, staggers to this side. His steps are staggering, his face is flushed with peach blossom, his eyes are blurred, and he stumbles into the kneeling people of the herdsman.

He looks more like a hangover than a sleepless night.

Su Meining knelt down on the ground, and the first one covered his nose and cried out, "what a strong spirit of wine. Your son is like a gold ingot that has been broken all night."

Hearing the speech, the audience was in an uproar, and the monk recited the Sutra for a while.

Mr. Mu stood in front of the tombstone, his face was livid, and he was holding the tap with both hands. He stared at Mu Xianquan and said, "Xianquan, do you know what day it is today?"

"I know, I have a headache..."

Mu Xianquan's expression was painful. He stretched out his hand to press the temple and walked to the front.

Suddenly, he looked at the shepherd, forced to close his eyes, and then opened, as if to see what, angry lingran, "who are you, why don't you kneel?"

“……”

Mr. Mu's face was livid, and he was about to say something. Mu Xianquan laughed again, stroked his head and swayed around. "How can my feet be so light, so floating... Help me to sleep!"

“……”

"What's this, the door? I want to sleep... "

Mu Xianquan stares at the tombstone of old Mrs. mu, shakes her head and feet, and goes forward. She doesn't see the whole audience. Her eyes are horrified.

The shepherd had already raised his hand and glared at him, waiting for him to come near and make a good record.

Mu Huahong and Gu Ruo knelt down together. He knelt down heavily and got rid of Gu ruo's hand in pain. "Why do you dare to pull master Ben?"

The wine has spread to the front.

The shepherd's hand was stiff there, and his face became more and more ugly.

Gu Ruo was the most shrewd and capable of the three ladies. She immediately carried out her lie to the end. "Father, I don't know what the doctor gave Xianquan an injection. If he looks like this, I'll take him down to have a check."

Su Meining knelt down and sneered, "this injection can make a whole body of wine. Your three rooms are really more and more eloquent. No wonder your father dotes on you."

"Mother." Mu Xianfeng stretched out her hand to pull Su Meining's clothes forward, and motioned her not to speak. A pretty face was pale at the moment, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat, which was very uncomfortable.