The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 40 Langjiu starts cursing people again

Every winter, many old and weak people die because they cannot stand the cold. First, there was a nobleman like Marquis Kaiping. Two days after he passed away, the former Minister of Personnel, Zhao Xinlong, also passed away. Everyone found it a bit strange, because they had never heard that Lord Zhao was in poor health before. How could he die so suddenly?

But the cause of death given by the Zhao family was that the old man passed away in his sleep, and the face he saw was indeed peaceful, so it didn't feel abrupt.

Therefore, the Zhao family's funeral was held in a grand manner, with white hangings everywhere, and the people who came to pay their respects were more in number than the Lang family, a noble family that came two days ago. After all, Old Zhao was once a first-rank official, and although Old Master Zhao did not have many students all over the world, he also had a keen eye for talent and taught many students who became officials in the court and held real power. No matter what the consideration, everyone had to come to see him off.

Looking at the densely packed heads coming to the funeral, Lang Zhengping felt a little sad. This is the sharp contrast between the prosperous family and the impoverished duke, which can be revealed in a funeral.

But that was not enough, he heard the sound of horse hooves and wheel. He looked up and saw the logo on the frame, which shocked him.

This is the palace's carriage. Who is inside it?

Thinking of Mr. Zhao's identity, his fingers curled up slightly and his heart was lifted up. But not long after, after a flurry of activity, his heart was finally broken.

It broke into several pieces and couldn't even be paste together.

That was an imperial decree from the palace to posthumously confer the title of Duke Wenheng on Mr. Zhao, which was the highest honor.

Feeling the vague gazes from people around him, Lang Zhengping smiled, but his heart felt as if it had fallen into a vinegar barrel, extremely sour.

He shouldn't have come.

Lang Zhengping glanced at the thin girl standing beside him. She was wearing a plain blue dress and had her hair tied into a bun. The only accessory on her body was a tattered little clock hanging around her waist. There was some resentment and grievance in her eyes.

If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be here today, enduring those meaningful gazes.

Lang Jiuchuan looked back and said, "Your grievance was not caused by me. You can't blame me. It's useless to look at me."

Lang Zhengping: “…”

Although you are right, why can you speak so bluntly?

"Good brother."

Zhao Kun, dressed in mourning, hurried over, bowed to Lang Zhengping, and said, "I didn't expect you to come. I'm sorry for not welcoming you."

"Brother Qining, you are insulting me by saying this. I am here to burn some incense for my uncle, and so is this child." Lang Zhengping looked pleased and said, "My uncle is worthy of the posthumous title of Wenheng Gong for his decades of hard work for the country. Congratulations."

Zhao Kun also had a bit of joy on his face, but he didn't show it. He just said a few polite words, looked at Lang Jiuchuan, and said with a serious expression: "I'll take you to the mourning hall. The coffin will be opened soon."

He led the two of them through the crowd, attracting a lot of attention, most of which fell on Lang Jiuchuan.

The youngster brought by the Prince of Kaiping looks very unfamiliar. She is so frail, is she a girl?
When Zhao Yuancheng heard that Lang Jiuchuan had arrived, he rushed out of the mourning hall as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and saw the man in the crowd at a glance.

why?

She was so thin that she could be blown down by a gust of wind, and her face was not the most stunning beauty I had ever seen, but I could still recognize her at a glance in the crowd.

It’s not because she’s so good-looking, but because of her temperament that is hard to describe.

Alienated, indifferent, and distant.

It seems like he is not from here.

"Brother Yuancheng, who is that young lady?" Some people were curious about Lang Jiuchuan's identity. He was personally brought here by the Prince of Kaiping, so no one knew who he was.

Zhao Yuancheng replied in a cold voice, "She is the ninth daughter of the Lang family."

The man suddenly realized and looked at Lang Jiuchuan twice more. Is there such a young lady in the Lang family?
She is thin and delicate, and looks like she will die young. She is not a suitable woman to be a wife.

The man quickly looked away, showing no interest.

Lang Jiuchuan came to the coffin, took the incense handed to him by Zhao Yuancheng, held it in front of his forehead with both hands, bowed three times, and inserted it into the incense burner.

A breeze blew through the mourning hall.

Zhao Kun's scalp numbed and he subconsciously looked at the coffin. Dad, is that you?

Lang Zhengping saw that she was just burning incense and was not doing anything wrong, so he felt relieved and took the incense to worship.

Unexpectedly, Lang Jiuchuan walked out of the mourning hall, glanced around, came to the men with black bands tied on their arms, and stood precisely in front of Shen Qinghe, looking up at him intently.

Shen Qinghe is very tall and strong, and his temperament is not that of a civil servant, but more like a military officer. He has a beard on his chin, a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle, and a gaze as sharp as a torch. He exudes a strong aura of righteousness.

Jiang Che was not wrong, this man was indeed a man of integrity.

But this righteous energy was fighting against an evil aura with all its might. It was a filthy and mixed black and red blood energy that was extremely thick and disgusting.

Lang Jiuchuan frowned and took a step back.

She disliked that aura; it was menacing, dark, vicious, and extremely evil, but it also carried a hint of willpower.

It's really strange, who would worship such an evil spirit?
When Shen Qinghe saw Lang Jiuchuan coming, he didn't care at first, thinking that she had taken the wrong path. But when he saw her stop in front of him, he became curious.

What does this young lady want?

"Come here." Lang Jiuchuan waved to Shen Qinghe and walked aside.

Shen Qinghe: “?”

Is this still unclear in the mind?

Seeing that he didn't move, Lang Jiuchuan said, "Shen Peng."

Shen Qinghe's eyes sharpened, he thought for a moment and walked over, saying, "Who are you?"

"Nine Lady of the Lang Family." Lang Jiuchuan said, "You are the one who caused trouble to your son. Where have you been recently? What have you provoked?"

Shen Qinghe's pupils shrank, his hands clenched into fists, and his voice was cold: "What are you talking about?"

How did this little girl know about Peng'er? And what right did she have to say that she was the one who caused him trouble?

"There is a cause for every effect. If you want to solve the problem with your son, you must solve the problems you have caused recently. Otherwise, you will only be treating the symptoms and not the root cause, and you may even end up in jail and die a miserable death." Lang Jiuchuan said coldly.

The righteous energy can protect the body, but if he continues to be unlucky, the righteous energy will gradually weaken, and then the evil and bad luck will suppress him in one fell swoop until he dies.

After Lang Zhengping finished burning incense, he and Zhao Yuancheng both saw that she had provoked Shen Qinghe, so they walked over quickly and just happened to hear the last few words.

Being imprisoned, you will not die well!
This evil.

Lang Zhengping's head exploded, as if a dazzling white flower had bloomed. He felt dizzy and his face was pale.

He knew that his ominous premonition last night was right. This troublemaker really never stopped. Was her mouth really filled with intestinal poison?
She was so vicious as soon as she opened her mouth. Did she know who the other person was? Was it Shen Qinghe, the upright and incorruptible Shen Qingtian who was extremely good at solving cases?

Zhao Yuancheng's eyes turned red. This jinx started cursing people again!
(End of this chapter)