My wife is super cool

Chapter 87

But at this time, Nanli Guofeng Mansion was in chaos.

"Little... miss, big... something is wrong."

The boy in white mourning stumbled into the hall.

Feng Qing, the concubine of the Feng family, was drinking tea leisurely, and the master was putting on airs.

Feng Yinmei, who was always overpowering her, was killed by someone hired by her, and the Feng family's property was now hers, so she was in a good mood.

Therefore, seeing the flustered look of the boy, he didn't yell at him like before, he just put on airs and said: "What happened?"

The boy's hands and feet were trembling, and there was deep fear in his eyes.

"Family... Patriarch, he, he is back."

The corpse was still in the coffin, but people came in through the gate.

The teacup in Feng Qing's hand fell to the ground with a snap.

"What did you say?"

The boy repeated with a trembling voice: "The head of the family is back! He walked in through the gate."

walk in.

living people.

Feng Qing staggered back a step, and sat down on the chair.

There is only one idea in mind.

She is finished.

"Is this the funeral that Feng Qing hosted for my family?"

Wearing a long scarlet dress that stretched the floor, Feng Yinmei walked through the corridor covered with white lanterns and mourning streamers, and walked into the main courtyard where the jet-black coffin was placed.

The people who came to express their condolences backed away in fright, and some timid men screamed directly.

Patriarch Feng, this is... a fraudulent corpse.

Ignoring the screams that were about to break through the roof, Feng Yinmei walked around the coffin first, raised her hand to knock, and then picked up the tablet engraved with "Feng Yinmei's spirit tablet of the first son of the Feng family" .

"It turns out to be the best nanmu." The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the meaning of his voice was unclear.

"The head of this family thought that my good sister would just sweep up my body with broken grass and throw it in a mass grave."

After all, it's not a day or two since his good sister hated him.

"Patriarch!" The housekeeper who was kneeling in front of the coffin hugged his leg in tears, "I know you are still alive."

How could he be calculated so easily for the children he looked up to since he was a child.

Feng Yinmei stretched out her hand to help the old butler up, and said softly.

"Uncle Zhou, don't cry, am I standing in front of you in a good manner?"

Zhou Lian only nodded with tears.

"Sit down and rest for a while, I'll take care of some things." Feng Yinmei kicked over the censer on the stool and helped him to sit on it.

Sitting upright, Zhou Lian knew in her heart that the head of the family would definitely expose the vicious person behind the scenes in public.

He also wanted to see, who had the intention of harming the Patriarch?
"Come here." Feng Yinmei turned around and flicked her sleeves, the hem of her crimson clothes slowly blooming.

"Feng Qing, the concubine of the Feng family, hired a murderer to assassinate the head of the family."

"Raise her to the spirit."

The Shadow Pavilion dead man heard the sound and moved.

A few seconds later, Feng Qing, who was lifted by the back collar, was thrown in front of the mourning hall.

"Uh!"

Her back hit the ground hard.

An old man with a white cloth tied around his waist moved back, trying to escape.

The stone in Zhang Yuan's hand popped out, and the old man fell to the ground.

She grabbed the old man's clothes, swung her arm vigorously, and he landed next to Feng Qing.

Feng Yinmei glanced at her with satisfaction.

The people under Mrs. Hokuriku just work.

Seeing that the old man was arrested, Feng Qing didn't feel lucky anymore, and quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Patriarch, please forgive me, Patriarch."

"It was only because I was deluded by a ghost for a while that I thought of harming you."

(End of this chapter)