Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 209 Chapter 208 Xi Yaoer Returns Home

Why is Feng Xiuhu so difficult to understand?
Don't think that this is such an erotic and passionate scene.

Is the Duke’s wife beautiful?
She is really beautiful. She is in her early forties, which is the age when she is brave and daring to fight. She still has charm and the years have gone by. She is also middle-aged and wears heavy makeup.

Even if we go back another twenty years, she would at most be young and beautiful, but definitely not a stunning beauty.

But Konate Chen seemed to be blind. Feng Xiuhu suspected that he had never been so pious to the God of Mist.

To put it bluntly, both of them are at the age of being half buried in the ground. The fact that they are playing such tricks in front of him can only be attributed to Feng Xiuhu's experience. Otherwise, who could stand it?
Fortunately, this "date" did not last too long, and the Duke's wife took the initiative to say goodbye.

Konate Chen reluctantly sent her to the stairs, then hurried back to the window to watch the Duke's wife's back as she disappeared at the end of the street. He then let out a long sigh and turned into mist, floating towards the distant church.

Feng Xiuhu walked out from the shadows and came to the seat where the two had just sat.

He looked down and saw that the teacup in front of the Duke's wife had not been moved from beginning to end.

Feng Xiuhu had noticed just now that the Duke's wife licked her lips more than once during the conversation. She was obviously thirsty, but every time she subconsciously glanced at the water cup, she restrained herself and looked away.

This only means one thing, that she is still wary of Konate Chen.

But in Feng Xiuhu's opinion, Konate Chen's infatuation did not seem fake, and was 100% sincere. So what was the Duke's wife afraid of?
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The words are divided into two parts.

Under the arrangement of the housekeeper, the funeral arrangements at the Feng family mansion have been carried out in full swing.

White banners and guiding lanterns were hung in front of the house, and Ermazi called up the first group of choir brothers who followed Feng Xiuhu.

The atmosphere in the yard was depressing. Some people were secretly wiping away tears, while others were leaning against the wall in silence.

The housekeeper came trotting in and asked everyone in the yard to make way.

Immediately afterwards, someone carried a coffin into the house - the coffin was empty of course, but according to the housekeeper, although the master's body could not be found, a cenotaph had to be built.

Seeing this, Ermazi hurried into the main hall and called Damazi and Sanmazi in, preparing to clear out the main hall to place the coffin.

They hurriedly moved chairs and other items, and when they were about to move the table in the middle, the housekeeper came in.

"Wait a minute!"

The butler spoke out to stop him.

He walked over and gently stroked the tabletop. "Not long ago, the master said that if he passed away one day, this table should be buried next to him... I never thought that his words would come true."

"Ah..." the butler sighed sadly, "Since the master likes it, let this table accompany him more."

After saying that, he turned around and called the coffin shop clerks to put the coffin directly on the table.

Everyone worked together and soon set up the mourning hall.

The housekeeper asked Lingzhi to find a set of Feng Xiuhu's clothes, fold them and put them in the coffin.

Then he turned to Shuixian and said, "According to common customs, someone should be kneeling at the door to collect the funeral money. This should be done by Second Master, but since Second Master is not here, you can do it."

Narcissus wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, nodded in agreement, and went to the door of the main hall with the white cloth in her hands and knelt down.

Er Mazi heard this nearby. He came up behind the housekeeper and whispered, "The squad leader has no relatives or friends. The closest ones are us brothers. I'm afraid no one will come to give him a gift - and even if someone does, it's probably not with good intentions."

The housekeeper also replied in a low voice, "Of course I don't know. But whether it exists or not is one thing, but the rules cannot be broken. Otherwise, people outside will laugh at us and say that the master lived a glorious life but his funeral was a sloppy affair."

Ermazi fell silent.

The housekeeper added, "I'll be watching over this part of the house. Take a few people with you and find the Second Master as soon as possible. This is the most important thing."

Ermazi thought it made sense, but he couldn't get into the upper city, so he planned to ask Mike for help first.

As soon as Er Mazi left the house, he saw that the outside was already crowded with people. Most of these people were residents of Bibo Street and Fengyu Street.

They held the newly bought idols in their arms and deliberately gathered at the door, talking loudly.

"Look, look!"

"What did I say at the beginning? Your Majesty will take him in sooner or later!"

"Good thing you died! Don't you even know where you are?"

"Even the mad tiger had a bad ending. I wonder who would dare to act wildly in front of the Empress's house in the future."

The householder who lived across the street and had both his ears cut off shouted, "I knew his arrogance wouldn't last long, so when he tortured me that day, I didn't say a word!"

Even the fat woman on Fengyu Street, who was the most fearless of all, jumped out. "He even burned down my house! What did I say? I'm alive and kicking now, why don't you let the mad tiger jump and see?"

Others teased and joked: "Even if he really jumped, it's still called pretending to be dead!"

Then everyone laughed happily.

Ermazi's face was gloomy. When he was about to go back to the house to get a knife, a tall figure suddenly appeared from behind the crowd.

The person who laughed the loudest in the crowd suddenly felt his feet go empty and he was lifted up.

Shunzi let out a sinister grin: "Pretending to be dead? I've never seen that before. How about you show me one?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the crowd immediately dispersed to both sides, revealing Shunzi's figure.

And the slender waist standing next to Shunzi.

The person who was lifted in the air shrank his neck, not daring to speak or look at Shunzi.

Xiyao'er's eyes were red.

After spending some time in Shangcheng and being influenced by Xiong Guiyuan, she now looks very different from before.

She was wearing a plain-colored skirt, but it was obvious that it was made of the finest material; her hair was tied up with a plain hairpin, which was neither gold nor silver, so as not to appear ostentatious, but was actually made of fragrant deer antlers; even the handkerchief she held in her hand, which she used from time to time to wipe away her tears, was made of the most precious silk.

But the most obvious difference is the temperament she exudes from the inside out.

Standing there, with his back straight and shoulders slightly back, he looks calm and dignified.

Although she didn't say a word, her every move and gesture was naturally elegant, as if she had already developed a unique charm.

In Xiong Guiyuan's words, she was born to be a woman.

Ermazi was unable to recognize her at first.

At this time, Xi Yaoer spoke.

Her voice was soft, and mellow, with a hint of indelible sorrow: "Today is the day of the master's funeral, it is not appropriate to see blood."

This was said to Shunzi.

The eyes of the man in Shunzi's hand suddenly lit up.

But Xiyao paused and said the second half of the sentence: "Just sink into the sea."

Shunzi thought Xiyao'er's suggestion was a good one and nodded, saying, "You are very thoughtful."

Ignoring the man's wailing, Shunzi threw him to Ermazi: "Remember to tie a few more stones and sink him to the bottom. I'm afraid he'll come back to life."

(End of this chapter)