The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 27 Whose turn is a delicate woman
In the capital, it was not uncommon for the rich and powerful to hold funerals, but it was unheard of for a funeral to be as sensational as the one held by the Lang family. I would like to ask, in which family's funeral would someone be so bold as to touch the dead body? No, it was a dirty trick.

But Marquis Kaiping suffered such a great injustice that he almost died with no peace.

Yes, after Lang Zhengping went to the palace and cried, the news that someone wanted to use insidious means to harm the Lang family at the funeral of Kaiping Hou spread, causing a lot of discussion in the capital. Which ruthless person did the Lang family offend to be so viciously targeted that even the dead were not spared?

No matter what, in the midst of all the turmoil, after seven days of keeping the body, Kaiping Hou's funeral was held smoothly. And because of the news of the sinister incident that had been exposed before, many people even came to hold roadside sacrifices to see him off on the day of the funeral.

Lang Jiuchuan mixed in the group of filial sons and grandsons, moving slowly, thinking that after the funeral was over, she might as well go back to the farm to observe mourning, and then sneak back. She would always be able to find a chance to repair her mutilated body. Otherwise, if she was trapped in the deep house, wouldn't she be like a bird with a broken wing?
She shamelessly crawled back from the underworld, not to be a good daughter, but to get her soul back, so that she could be considered a complete and intact person.

Otherwise, what can you do with such a weak and fragile body?

Listen, everyone else thinks she is delicate.

Lang Jiuchuan was helped up from the cold long street by a maid. She glanced at the onlookers out of the corner of her eye. Perhaps someone knew the Lang family and noticed her unfamiliar face, and they were asking each other who she was.

But, could the words be any harsher? It's nothing to be timid and weak, just...

Short life?
Lang Jiuchuan looked at his pale hands, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he turned his head to look over. The equally pale face with a pair of big black eyes made him feel creepy. When she looked at him, he shut his mouth consciously while talking.

"Ninth sister, are you okay?" Wu saw her slow movements from the corner of her eye and asked with a trembling voice.

Lang Jiuchuan saw that her face was pale and she was shivering from the cold. Her face was much thinner than when they first met, and her breath was not very good, but she did not forget to care about herself, so he shook his head.

Funeral arrangements are complicated, and for a woman who has lived in the inner chamber for many years and has never suffered any hardship, it is bound to be a painful and painful process, especially in winter, like this year, when the weather is already cold and wearing thin hemp and mourning clothes is half life-threatening.

I think after this, quite a few people will fall down.

It's really tiring.

Lang Jiuchuan secretly performed a magic trick on himself, and warmth rose from the soles of his feet. He let out a breath and caught up with the winding team.

……

In the City God Temple in the west of Wujing, there is an 800-year-old ginkgo tree. In the bleak winter, the ginkgo leaves have long fallen off, and the crown of the tree is covered with snow, as if it has put on a new outfit of clouds.

The old ginkgo tree, which should have been silent, trembled in the wind, and the accumulated snow fell down.

A beggar huddled in the City God Temple saw this, rubbed his eyes, stared at the old ginkgo tree, and tilted his head. It wasn't a strong wind today, so why was the old tree shaking?

He must have been blinded by the cold.

However, they didn't know that in the tree trunk, there was a ball of white mist as bright as fluorescent light, surging up and down, very active.

"Old Yin, Old Yin, my turn has started. I can feel it." Bai Wu said excitedly, "I've waited for almost a year, and it's finally happening."

The old ginkgo tree trembled slightly, as if responding to him.

Bai Wu saw that it was silent, and stuck to the trunk, stroking the pole with a cloud-like fluorescent light, and said, "Thank you, Old Silver, for lending me your land to stay for the past year. When I succeed and recover, I will definitely return your kindness of sheltering me."

There was a buzzing sound inside the tree trunk, and it seemed as if there was a sigh, but still no words.

Bai Wu didn't care and said, "I'm leaving too."

It flashed and quickly disappeared into the tree trunk, rushing in the direction it sensed.

The old ginkgo heaved a sigh of relief after it ran away. It had sympathized with it because it had failed to transcend the tribulation and its spiritual consciousness was about to be scattered between heaven and earth, so it had lent its trunk for it to live in. But this thing was so greedy that it almost sucked away all the energy it had accumulated over the past few hundred years. It was getting better day by day, but it itself was very weak. The tree was weak, and its leaves were not as yellow as before. No wonder some pilgrims who came to the temple to burn incense were wondering if the old tree had run out of luck, otherwise why would the leaves suddenly become not dense or yellow?
Now this Arab thing is finally gone.

Old Ginkgo really wanted to set off a string of firecrackers to say farewell, but suddenly he felt like he had missed something and didn't tell that guy. What was it? Never mind.

I hope the plague god is gone.

In winter, funeral music seems particularly desolate.

Lang Jiuchuan watched Lang Zhengwen, Lang Caimeng and Lang Caize walking away holding the coffin, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ninth sister, let's get on the carriage too." Mrs. Wu invited her to get on the carriage.

At this point, the funeral is over, and all that remains is to observe mourning.

Lang Jiuchuan did not refuse and got on the carriage. Lang Cailing and Lang Caiyao were already sitting in the carriage.

The Lang family said that there were more than a dozen grandchildren, but excluding those who died young, there were also the eldest daughter of the eldest house and the eldest daughter of the illegitimate child who had already married. The only ones who were still unmarried were Lang Cailing, Lang Jiuchuan, and Lang Caiyao from the third house. The males included Lang Caimeng from the eldest house and his two half brothers, as well as one full legitimate brother. The third house had only one legitimate son and two illegitimate sons, and they could just be counted on ten fingers.

So the people in this carriage are women of the same generation.

As soon as Lang Jiuchuan got on the car, he closed his eyes and rested.

As the carriage swayed, she suddenly opened her eyes, and looked outside through the carriage. A golden light flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Outside, a ball of white fog was running around like a headless fly.

"The sensation is clearly right here, which one is it?" Bai Wu was anxious and annoyed. After thinking for a while, the fine mist on his body suddenly formed a small whirlwind and blew towards the carriage moving in the snow. The wheels of the carriage suddenly twisted and collapsed.

pat.

Screams were heard from inside the carriages.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes sharpened and he lifted the curtain of the car.

When the carriages stopped completely, the Lang family members got out one after another, but they saw that several carriages had one wheel tilted at the same time, causing the body of the carriage to tilt, which made them feel a little strange.

Lang Zhengping ordered the steward and the groom to investigate.

Lang Jiuchuan got out of the car, walked aside, and looked at the white mist coldly. He saw it hurriedly rolling towards the men of the Lang family, and then quickly left.

"No, it's not here. How could it not be here?" Bai Wu was so angry that he yelled, "It's clearly here. Where did it go?"

Lang Jiuchuan moved his fingertips and gently tapped the imperial bell on his waist.

The white mist paused, then floated over and stood in front of her in astonishment, as if it couldn't believe it, and even circled around her.

No, this crispy little girl is its turning point?

Outside the City God Temple, the old ginkgo tree murmured to itself, "I forgot to tell it that its turning point is a little girl."

　Don't raise the text, let's go together, ups and downs~
　　(End of this chapter)