First Allure Proud Concubine

Chapter 76 I'm looking for death, I can't blame me (8)

Butler Liu quickly agreed, nodding in agreement.

"But, how is this possible? That Murong Feixue, who is useless and accomplished nothing, can be so ruthless?" Murong Qiuqing lowered her head and spoke in a rambling manner.

"Second Miss? Second Miss, are you alright?" Steward Liu worried that Murong Qiuqing would be hit too hard, so he asked worriedly.

"Hmph, what can I do? She is deliberately killing a chicken for the monkeys to see! Use Third Sister's mourning hall to warn me and let me stop thinking about her, hahaha... a joke!"

Murong Qiuqing's expression suddenly became fierce, and she said hysterically: "Who am I, Murong Qiuqing? How can I be afraid of such a small storm? If it's her...tomorrow, I can let her accompany my third sister!"

Steward Liu was still a little puzzled when he heard the words.Eyeballs rolled around a few times, and then remembered that tomorrow is the day when the second lady returns home.

With this handle, this fourth young lady will definitely not be able to get rid of the relationship.Back then, even if the two sisters fell by themselves, as long as Murong Feixue was blamed, the mother would whip and beat her.Now, the third sister was killed by her, so it would be strange if she didn't pay for her life...

"Hehehe... Sister, walk slowly on the road to Huangquan, that little bitch will pay for your life soon..." Murong Qiuqing looked up at the sky and smiled strangely.

After thinking it over, Butler Liu also accompanied Murong Qiuqing, smiling like a dog...

In the early morning, when the smear of red sunlight had just climbed up the hill and the entire imperial capital was still asleep, there were loud sounds of suona, firecrackers and crying from the Murong mansion.

It seems that what Murong Qiuqing said about Murong Yeyao was really printed, and now she really has a bunch of people crying in front of her coffin...

Murong Feixue dressed up the entire Murong mansion as a white world.There are white cloths on the tables and chairs, white wreaths in the room, and white paper money scattered in the yard.

Murong Qiuqing and Murong Feixue were strangely harmonious, standing silently in front of Murong Yeyao's mourning hall.It's like a temporary handshake and peace.

The only noisy ones were the maids and servants who kept crying in front of Murong Yeyao's memorial tablet...

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

The ear-piercing suona and firecrackers shook the sky, almost toppling the sky.Neighbors, the streets and alleys heard the movement.They all came out to discuss.

"The Murong family, one of the four major families, has a funeral? Who passed away?"

"Maybe it's the head of the Murong family? Eh...it's really unpredictable!"

"Still sighing? Don't hurry up and prepare gift money? Hurry up and give gifts..."

When people heard the news, many people went to the coffin shop to buy a series of things.In twos and threes, in groups, they arrived at the Murong Mansion in an endless stream.Putting down the gift of condolences, he cried along with the people in the Murong Mansion, most of them crying blindly, and he didn't see clearly who died in the mourning hall.

"Dick tick, tick tick..." The suona and trumpet played more lively, has woken up the whole capital.

When the sun was high, one or two horse-drawn carriages quietly arrived at the gate of Murong Mansion.

The coachman driving the carriage raised his head to look at the whitewashed Murong Mansion gate, and was stunned for a long time.Finally, in the blink of an eye, he confirmed that he had gone through the wrong door, and then he shouted tremblingly to the carriage behind him: "Old, old, master! Here, here, here..."

(End of this chapter)