The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 153: Village Girls Are Not Up to Standard

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the several noble girls opposite him silently.

She is wearing a gorgeous dress, although not bright, the material used is extremely precious. Her head is not covered with red hairpins, but even a small pearl flower is carefully selected. The combination is luxurious and her expression is arrogant. This is the family of the favorite concubine.

The leading girl was only about fifteen or sixteen years old and not very tall, but her proud expression was exactly the same as Qi Xinyu's in the past.

but……

"She is dying." Lang Jiuchuan said in his spirit realm.

Jiang Che heard that the crow's mouth started again, and he jumped out without stopping, warning: "Don't open your mouth, that's the loyal and brave mansion, if your crow's mouth works again, they have a concubine, and the pillow wind blows like a tornado, the Kaiping mansion will not be able to inherit the title, and I'm afraid it will lose the title, and you will be the sinner of the Lang family. But, is she really going to die?"

Lang Jiuchuan looked at Qi Minjun, the fourth daughter of the Qi family, who was shrouded in death energy: "Well, that death energy is almost annihilating her completely."

"Then do you want to give her a hand?"

"Even after entering the Huguo Temple, her death aura could not be reduced. This shows that she has already been written into Cui Pan's book of life and death." Lang Jiuchuan lowered his eyes: "The friend of my enemy is my enemy. Why should I interfere in the cause and effect of her life and death?"

Jiang Che snorted coldly: "Are you going to take revenge on Madam Cui for robbing the Zen temple?"

"It's just a Zen temple. It's not worth my effort." Lang Jiuchuan looked at Qi Minjun, touched his chin and said, "However, her face is a little strange. She was born in a noble family, but she looks cold. As the saying goes, there is no yin without yin. Could it be that her four pillars and eight characters are yin?"

Qi Minjun came over with her handkerchief and frowned at the monk who was in charge of reception: "It's the first day of the new year, and pilgrims are coming and going. Why are you blocking the way here?"

The monk in charge of reception smiled and said, "I'll leave right away. I'll leave right away."

Qi Minjun looked at the widowed Cui and said, "Madam Lang, I'm so sorry this year. I occupied Jingchan Temple. I wouldn't have upset you, but my best friend got sick and died suddenly. I felt sorry for her. She was going to be a bride in a few months, but she died suddenly. It was so pitiful. Now that she's dead, I'm naturally going to light a long-burning lamp for her and burn some incense to bless her to have a smooth journey to the underworld and not be haunted by some little ghosts, just like when she was alive, she was blocked by a short-lived ghost and died."

"It's you, right? The short-lived ghost she was talking about is you, right?" Jiang Che cried out, "I take back what I said just now. Don't worry about her life or death, just let her die."

Lang Jiuchuan said: "The young lady from Wujing is really good at speaking. She curses people in a roundabout way without using any dirty words."

Cui's face looked very ugly. She knew who the "handkerchief friend" that Qi Minjun mentioned was, and she also knew about the feud between Qi Xinyu and Lang Jiuchuan. The Qi family even spread rumors that Lang Jiuchuan was a jinx. To put it bluntly, the Qi family knew very well how Qi Xinyu died. It was all their own fault, but they wanted to blame Lang Jiuchuan?

Baffling!

Qi Minjun was not satisfied yet. Seeing Lang Jiuchuan behind Cui, she took another step forward, stared at her with her chin slightly raised, and said, "Are you the ninth lady who is kept on the farm in Kaiping Marquis's Mansion? She really looks frail and weak, and her frail appearance is quite lovable. Sisters, if you ask me, someone like her should be kept in the house. Why is she out here in the cold wind? If someone bumps into her, who will be blamed?"

"That's right. If you are weak, don't go out and wander around, or you might get into trouble again. It's bad luck." A little girl who followed her snorted coldly, and when she saw Lang Jiuchuan's outfit, she curled her lips and said, "So rustic."

Cui was so angry that her face turned blue. She looked at the little girl and said, "Whose family are you from? You have no manners at all and you don't know what to do."

"You!" "If you were in the Cui family, you would have been punished according to the family rules for speaking so recklessly, and you would have been taught a lesson in virtue, grace and speech."

Someone happened to pass by and saw this scene. They couldn't help but feel curious and gossipy. The little girl's face turned from red to white, and she subconsciously looked at Qi Minjun with a pleading look in her eyes.

The other party is the wife of a marquis, and comes from a truly prominent family, the Qinghe Cui family. She was publicly accused of being uneducated. Which family would dare to marry her as their principal wife in the future?
Qi Minjun glared at her, what a waste. Just as she was about to speak, Lang Jiuchuan looked at the monk in charge of reception and said, "It's freezing cold, why don't you lead the way? We are in a hurry to light a lamp for our deceased father."

Dead father?

Yes, this Madam Lang Er is a widow. Her husband was a famous general who defended his country and was also a hero who died in battle for his country.

If after fighting for the country of Dadan and dying on the battlefield, his wife and daughter suffered such humiliation, how disheartened would the soldiers who were defending their country be?
Everyone frowned when they saw the girls. Not to mention that Cui was the widow of a hero, she was also an elder. Wasn't it too uncultured to humiliate her like this?
Qi Minjun felt the strange gaze and her face changed several times. She said loudly: "Then we will not disturb Madam anymore."

She hurriedly led the group away in another direction, and when they reached a corner where no one was around, she slapped the little girl who had helped her earlier in the face: "You useless thing, you are talking too much and attracting attention."

The little girl covered her face with her hands in grievance, her eyes filled with tears, and she didn't dare to cry out loud.

"Okay, Minjun, don't be angry. Look at that Langjiu, she's so frail, with so little flesh on her face, and she looks like she's going to die soon. It's not worth getting angry over her!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you can tell by the way she's dressed. She has a long braid, so rustic. She grew up in the countryside and she's not presentable. She's not even qualified to play in the circle of noble ladies. Don't be angry." Qi Minjun finally let out a lot of her anger. She snorted heavily, flicked her sleeves and left.

As Lang Jiuchuan and his companions were walking, a monk came to lead the way and moved them to another independent Zen temple, which was quieter and larger than Jing Zen Temple.

Cui was a little puzzled.

Until she saw the lady standing opposite the Zen temple, it was Mrs. Pei, the mother of Pei Yushang who married into the Gong family. She was also her mother's sworn sister, so she and Yushang had been good friends since childhood.

Cui was surprised and delighted. She quickly stepped forward and bowed: "Aunt, why are you here too?"

Madam Pei pulled her up, looked at her with pity, and said, "You are so cruel. You refused to come to my house to see me. I can only come to Huguo Temple to see you."

Lang Jiuchuan looked at Gong Qi who was behind Madam Pei and making faces at her and waving. You are really everywhere!

"Is this Xiao Jiu Niang? Come here and let me see her." Mrs. Pei waved to her.

Lang Jiuchuan stepped forward and bowed to her: "Happy New Year, old lady."

Madam Pei sighed, helped her up, looked her over carefully, and sighed, "Seeing her is like seeing her father."

Cui's whole body stiffened.