Zongling Biography

Chapter 127 Li Wei
Zong Musui said with steady steps: "You save some strength, you don't want to faint in front of everyone, so just lie down obediently."

Sijiu thought for a while, and what he said was reasonable, so he didn't refuse, and closed his eyes in peace of mind, resting on his shoulder.

Her breath, which was almost hot, blew on his shoulders and necks, itching.

He frowned and worried that she would have a fever, so he tried to speed up his pace and walked towards the Ji family's ancestral grave.

Ji Sijiu murmured behind him: "You're not Zong Musui, right?"

Zong Musui was shocked, and smiled wryly, "Then who am I?"

There was no movement behind, only her soft breathing could be heard, she seemed to be tired and fell asleep.

He is Zong Musui, and he can only be Zong Musui in this life.

He will accompany her to experience the changes of the times and see the prosperity of the world.
Share joys and sorrows.
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On the second floor near the Ji family's ancestral grave, Zong Musui woke Ji Sijiu up.

"Jiu'er, we're here."

Ji Sijiu woke up with a start, thinking that she fell asleep just now?
She took a deep breath, straightened her back, "Let's go!"

Zong Musui took off his coat and put it on her body.

"It's cold at night, you wear it first."

Sijiu smiled, but didn't even say a word of thanks.

She walked forward with steady steps, and the aura she raised instantly couldn't hide her light in the dark night.

Everyone probably knew what happened last night, the second floor, the courtyard was full of people.

People in twos and threes huddled together and discussed in low voices.

Sijiu walked over, and everyone was instantly silent.

Everyone stared at the girl in front of them, waiting for what she was about to say.

Unexpectedly, she jumped over the crowd and directly entered the mourning hall inside.

Chunman helped her put on the filial piety dress with heavy filial piety.

She lit a stick of incense in each incense burner, and when she saw a servant adding paper money to the brazier, she also stepped forward to add some.

After finishing a series of things, she walked in front of He Zhiyue and Mu Yin, "Auntie, sister Mu Yin, thank you for working here all day, I'll find someone to take you back to rest first."

He Zhiyue shook her head, "I promised your old lady that if you die in the future, I, He Zhiyue, will never intervene. This old man's bones are not yet cold, and I, He Zhiyue, am not a person who doesn't mean words. You are busy with you. Don’t worry about me, I’ll go back when I’m tired.”

He Zhiyue said it sincerely, Sijiu bowed again to thank you, "Then I won't be polite to you."

Everyone was waiting outside the courtyard for an explanation, because most of the people who came were the principals of the Ji family in various regions. They obeyed all the orders of old master Ji. Now that the old man suddenly disappeared, people would be panicked.

Not only today, but more dignitaries will come tomorrow, all of which need her to deal with.

Ji Sijiu walked out of the yard, and the servants brought the stool and set it up, and she sat on it unceremoniously.

For some elders who think too much of themselves, it is indeed unacceptable to see her so arrogant.

Someone first raised a question, "You are Miss Ji, right? You made us wait here for a whole day, but you didn't see anyone. There is not even a person surnamed Ji in the mourning hall. The old man and the old lady are alive, seeing you doing this Will you die with peace in your eyes?"

Ji Sijiu nodded, "You're right. When my grandfather died, he really didn't rest in peace. I closed his eyes with my own hands. Is there a problem?"

(End of this chapter)