The licking dog is rebellious and firmly grasps the script of Bai Yueguang

"Lan'er, you actually let go of this kind of Sangmenxing?!"

Suddenly, a staggering old woman walked out of the crowd.

With gray hair, she was supported by the mother-in-law beside her and walked in. She stared at Xie Yi who was kneeling on the ground with fierce eyes, "Even if it wasn't him, he must have killed my Jingfu! I want him to die!"

However, when Fu Tinglan heard this, he seemed not to have heard it.

He calmly took back the gun, took the handkerchief handed over by the adjutant and gently wiped the muzzle of the gun, then said casually: "I told him to give him three days. If the culprit is not found, he will be killed." Damn it, why is Mrs. Fu so angry?"

After saying this, he seemed to have remembered something, and stared at the ugly Mrs. Fu with a half-smile.

"When my mother passed away, you also called her a short-lived loser. You also let Fu Jingfu take all her dowry shop into your pocket and subsidize him to live outside."

The man deliberately drawled his voice, unable to hear the emotion or anger, but his tone was full of ridicule, "But the outside wife and the outside wife's son are both unlucky, and they died suddenly just seven years after my mother gave birth. Tsk tsk... no Do you know whether I should say this is retribution?"

Fu Tinglan was not afraid of this octogenarian old lady at all.

This old witch only has a few years left to live, and most of her body is already in the ground. Why does he still need to look at her eyes to act?

Now he is not the fledgling little brat he was back then.

Fu Tinglan smiled nonchalantly and told everyone the secrets of such a high-class compound. He raised his eyebrows and looked at everyone in a casual manner.

In these years, after he firmly took the position of young commander in Beicheng, he directly killed the enemy who caused his mother's death. Everyone in Jiangnan knew this.

The dead old man and the old witch naturally also know.

However, there are still two culprits, but he still can't be cruel.

That old man died today. Fu Tinglan couldn't tell whether he was happy or relieved, but at least someone had avenged him. He had to thank his benefactor, right?

Suddenly, Fu Tinglan turned to look at the young actor kneeling on the ground with his head bowed. He easily put the gun on his waist, but there was a lazy smile in his eyes.

"Lan'er, is this a thing?"

Mrs. Fu frowned, her cloudy eyes filled with suppressed anger.

If it hadn't been for the fact that this child now held military power and gained face with the Beicheng government, she would have caused a scene today.

"I have decided on this matter. Although my father is dead, you still have me as your grandson."

In the last three words, Fu Tinglan deliberately emphasized the syllables, and the sarcasm became stronger, "Are you worried that this young marshal will not be able to support you until you grow old?"

Old Mrs. Fu is now ninety years old. Doesn't this mean she is cursed to die when she reaches a hundred years? !

As expected, the old lady was so angry that she covered her chest and kept saying "you".

But Fu Tinglan raised her eyebrows high and exaggeratedly waved to the girls and boys waiting around her to come over. The corners of her lips curved slightly as she ordered.

"What are you still doing? Didn't you see that the old lady got sick again? Hurry and send her back to the yard."

The man did not tolerate criticism. If he had not seen the smile on his lips, he would have thought he was such a filial grandson.

The surrounding girls, women, and boys immediately helped the sick old lady back.

A group of people gathered around, and most of them were gone immediately, leaving only the three or four aunts and wives who had served the dead old man in the past, as well as the concubine Fu Chao and Fu Ran, and the concubine Fu Yuhe.

They seemed to be really sad and crying.

She cried even more sadly than Fu Tinglan, a serious legitimate son. With such filial piety, how could Fu Tinglan not go with the flow?

"The eldest sister, the second brother and the third brother are very reluctant to leave their father and drive to the west of Hexi. I will leave it to you to keep vigil tonight."

Fu Tinglan sat proudly on the chair brought to him by the adjutant. He was still smiling when he spoke, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He ordered in a commanding tone: "There are several concubines as well. My father loved you the most during his lifetime. , after my mother passed away, he still lingered in your room every night, isn't it a beautiful thing that he happens to be staying here to accompany his father now?"

The concubines, concubines and concubines dare not speak out in anger.

That's all for the aunts and wives, but the concubines and concubines really don't want to keep vigil.

They just wanted to put on a show in front of the dignitaries who came to express their condolences, so that they could have a good future. Now they are blocked by this soldier and ruffian with these words. If they don't say it well, it will be spread in the streets and alleys of Jiangcheng tomorrow. Their unfilial piety comes.

As for Fu Tinglan? Have you ever seen someone whose mouth can be tougher than a gun?

"What Marshal Fu said is that we will naturally stay at the mourning hall to accompany the master."

"What brother said is what I think."

"Of course I will not do anything unfilial and disloyal, such as not keeping a vigil at the funeral."

Hearing these idiots express their opinions quickly, Fu Tinglan's lips became more and more sarcastic, but he didn't say anything else.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

The man raised his eyebrows, leaned back lazily, crossed his long legs, put his fingertips on his Adam's apple, and looked straight at Xie Yi with his deep eyes like ink.

"Xie Yi...oh no, now that you have been married into the mansion by your father Ming Yuanzheng, as the legitimate son of the Fu mansion, I naturally have to respect you as mother, right?"

Fu Tinglan glanced at him casually, looking at the young man's figure hidden in the wide white robe, and raised the corners of his mouth with disdain, "As a legitimate Mrs. Fu, it's not an exaggeration to kneel in front of my father's coffin for a night, right?" ?”

The young man didn't speak, he just lowered his head, unable to see clearly the expression on his face.

The man didn't care whether he responded or not, and arranged Xie Yi thoroughly as if talking to himself, but the look he was looking at from the corner of his eye was unclear.

I have long heard that opera actors have a soft and slender figure. I wonder if his "mother" is like this?

I really want to taste the beauty that my father has always missed.

Gee, how charming and charming it must be?

On this day, the dignitaries who came to Fu Tinglan's mourning hall to offer their condolences burned incense and said a few words of concern before running away as if they were rubbing oil on their feet. After all, who dared to touch the brow of Fu Tinglan, the living king of hell.

Are you tired of living?

Until late at night, when the concubines and concubines saw Fu Tinglan leaving the house, they asked the boys and learned that he had returned to the mansion, and they quickly got up happily.

He hammered his waist, loosened his sore bones, and was about to leave.

As soon as I looked back, I saw Xie Yi still kneeling in front of the coffin with his head lowered. His thin figure looked like he could fall to the ground if blown by the wind. He was truly worthy of being an opera singer. This figure was more alluring than many women with hooks.

"He's so demonic, but I don't know what the master likes about him?"

Aunt Liu glanced sideways at Xie Yi, with a heavy look of contempt in her eyes, "Tsk, tsk, I don't know if I have been -"

"Okay, no matter what he does, let's leave quickly."

At this time, Fu Yuhe interrupted her mother, Aunt Liu, impatiently, "He's just a bitch. He's already been fucked by other guests. He's disgusting. Let's go!"

"That's right, this cold wind is so cold."

Several aunts, concubines and concubines left together, and people had been sent to guard the mourning hall. If Fu Tinglan came back, he would notify them immediately.

Even though Xie Yi was ridiculed, he still didn't know it.

Unexpectedly, he had already gone to dominate the system space and had a good sleep.

However, when he woke up, he found that he was being pressed in front of the coffin by a man in disheveled clothes. The gusts of wind were so frightening that his hair stood on end and his pupils shrank suddenly.

After seeing who the person was, he immediately pretended to be ashamed, angry and angry.

"Young Marshal Fu! You, please let me go."