Destined to love the concubine, the regent can tease and coax

Golden autumn in August.

Mr. Liang of the Liang Mansion was getting married. He carried his concubine into the house. However, the decoration was like that of a young man getting married. Red was hung all over the street. Everyone in the drumming troupe wore a bright red short instrument, and people in the streets and alleys were playing vigorously.

Master Liang, Liang Qiu, is forty-nine this year, but he is still very energetic.

He was carried to the side door by his servants and hugged the bride with a pink hijab. Amid the congratulations, Master Liang lowered his head: "Lianxiang, Master, I only love you in this life!"

Mr. Liang has two equal wives and eighteen concubines. He only loves one of them every time.

As the celebrant said: "Welcome the bride!" the crowd outside immediately became loud, and the sound of gongs and drums suddenly became noisy.

"Congratulations to Mr. Liang!" The drum group came to ask for the red seal. Mr. Liang flicked his sleeves and a lot of broken silver fell on the ground.

Just as the drumming troupe lowered their heads to pick up the pieces of silver, the sound of the suona suddenly sounded faintly again.

The class leader stood up in confusion: "Master Liang also invited..." Isn't that right?

The music that was neither far nor near was clearly sorrowful music.

Liang Yu'er held Zhao Anping's memorial tablet, dressed in plain clothes. Behind him were the Eight Immortals carrying a paulownia wood coffin, and a dozen suona players, all wearing hemp and mourning. Amid the sound of mourning music, a group of men wearing plain hats held torches in their hands and burned the red silk along the way.

The fire was scorching, and the red sky and earth were annihilated into black ashes in the blue sky and daylight.

The funeral procession stopped in front of Liang Mansion.

Mr. Liang's rough old face slowly turned blue-grey.

Liang Yuer stopped in front of the Liang Mansion, her eyes as cold as winter: "Let my mother enter the Liang family ancestral hall." Her voice had no fluctuations. If you look closely, you can find that there is no sadness in those cold eyes.

Liang Qiu's squinted eyes suddenly opened and she spoke slowly: "Liang Yu'er."

Liang Yu'er, the daughter of Liang Qiu's wife and his eldest daughter.

The confrontation between father and daughter has already given others clues.

"What is the origin of this woman? On the spiritual throne... Liang's wife Anping... This is, this is..." The eyes of others widened. Mr. Liang married a new man before his wife was buried!

absurd! absurd!

Everyone in front of the Liang Mansion whispered, and Liang Yu'er sneered. This scumbag deserved it so much. He had half a foot in the coffin and harmed the eldest girl. He deserved to be drowned in saliva!

Liang Yuer thought bitterly, how could she end up with such a father!

She sighed secretly, how pitiful the fate was. A few days ago she was a promising young man in the 21st century, a genius girl who is rare to see in a century. What a wonderful stage is waiting for her to shine.

However, on the night of the full moon, everything came to an abrupt end. When she woke up again, she found that she had traveled to this unknown era and accepted the tragic fate of her original body.

She was obviously a legitimate daughter, but she and her mother were thrown into a remote place in a poor country by her father. She could have been drowned in a pond just by washing her clothes.

With the temperament of a talented and beautiful girl in the 21st century, how could she just endure this grievance!

Carrying this body also carries this injustice. Liang Yuer is determined to seek justice for her original self.

But even though Liang Qiu was a father, she knew very well what a bad person he was.

Moreover, there is another important reason why we must take our mother's body back to the Liang family.

The original owner's mother, Zhao Anping, was abandoned by Liang Qiu and left a jade pendant to Liang Yu'er before her death. It was said that it was related to the palace. The mother only mentioned the name, Murong Bai, but did not say who this person was.

This clue may have nothing to do with the cause of death of the original owner, but she intuitively felt that something was very unusual here.

"Liang Yu'er" is not dead now, but she is afraid that she will still be plotted later, and she herself will not be safe if she does not find out about this matter.

Although he was very helpless, judging from what happened later, maybe some clues could be found in Liang Qiu.

Within a few days of arriving, Liang Yu'er decided that she wanted to return to the Liang family and seek justice for Zhao Anping. The wife's position in the Liang family ancestral hall could only belong to Zhao Anping!

Just think of her as repaying the original owner for the gift of childbirth.

She looked coldly at the shouts of cursing in front of the Liang Mansion. Liang Qiu had a gloomy face and suddenly called a group of people, all holding arm-thick wooden sticks in their hands: "Drive this crazy woman away."

"What?" Liang Yu'er said loudly: "Father, don't you dare to admit it? The bones of your dead wife are not cold yet!"

"You!" No matter how serious Liang Qiu was, he was still short of breath.

The steward took it upon himself to call the pair of men with sticks to drive away the funeral procession!

Liang Yu'er snorted coldly, and the group of young men holding torches just threw the torches from their hands and immediately turned into a group of warriors!

The two pairs of people immediately became entangled. Liang Yu'er had expected that the people she brought were carefully selected. Before a moment, Liang Qiu's people were already defeated.

The elder of the Liang family who rushed over after hearing the news brought a group of young men from the Liang family and stopped the fighting.

The old man in charge said gloomily: "Qiu'er, what's going on?"

Liang Qiu said nothing.

The story of his first wife dates back to many years ago. When the Liang family was prosperous, he moved the whole family with the whole family, leaving only his wife and a thin and sick daughter in his hometown.

Who would have thought that a few years later, when he got married, the daughter who obviously wouldn't survive a few years would come to his wedding hall with her mother's tomb!

A wild girl who has no respect for her elders and doesn’t know the heights of the world!

If this thing gets into trouble, it won't end well after all.

Liang Yu'er looked at several elders of the Liang family and said coldly: "My mother Zhao Anping passed away a few days ago, and my father has not returned. Yu'er had no choice but to bring her mother's memorial tablet in person."

Zhao Anping, after hearing this name, several clan elders finally recalled something.

This is Liang Qiu's first wife. Now Mrs. Liang is an equal wife, that is, she is on an equal footing with Zhao An.

"Yu'er, in that case, come in." Not long after, a clan elder spoke.

Liang Qiu was still a little stunned: "Second uncle?" He originally thought that if a powerless wild girl didn't care what she did, he would have nothing to do with Zhao.

"What are you doing!" the clan elder scolded: "With so many people watching, isn't it embarrassing enough? Liang Qiu, Zhao Anping is your first wife, what are you doing now?"

"Hurry up and welcome us into the ancestral hall."

Since the Liang family keeps talking, the housekeeper has no reason to stop him anymore and can only let him go.

Liang Yu'er held her mother's coffin and walked step by step from Liang Mansion to the candle-lit ancestral hall.

The clan elder waved his hand to the young man in blue and told him to come over.

Liang Yu'er glanced at him and glanced over. The young man was immediately stunned by the inexplicable chilling air.

"I'll do it," she said.

Everyone watched as the thin woman placed her mother's memorial tablet in the ancestral hall with extremely steady steps.

That was Liang Qiu's wife's position, and it was Zhao Anping's natural position.

The clan elder handed the incense to Liang Yu'er, she lit it, bent down and worshiped the spiritual tablet.