I've been reborn, who would still raise a son from another family? Go away

The people who were originally watching the fun covered their mouths and vomited.

Those who were beating the gongs and drums stopped what they were doing.

The monk frowned slightly. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. He walked up to Song Nanzhi.

"Amitabha, old donor, I cannot attend the funeral this time." The other party said and left without looking back.

The people carrying the coffin dispersed, the monks left, and the remaining people who were beating the gongs and drums looked at each other and left.

In a moment.

The relatively lively funeral procession suddenly dispersed, leaving only Song Nanzhi and Song Shijin, who had lost his life.

The rest were servants serving Liu Yueru and Song Yiyan.

Thunderstorms come quickly and go away quickly.

The sun is shining brightly at this time.

Seeing this, Liu Yueru turned around and walked towards the Marquis' Mansion with Song Yiyan.

Song Nanzhi stepped forward in anger.

He raised his hand and was about to slap Liu Yueru in the face.

Liu Yueru grabbed his wrist with her beautiful hands and said sternly, "Have you ever thought about the consequences of attacking me?"

After she finished speaking, she shook off Song Nanzhi's hand; "If you have the strength to attack me, why don't you think about how to bury grandma first!"

"You evil woman, where are you going? Grandmother's coffin is still here, you should guard it here." Song Nanzhi said gritting his teeth.

Liu Yueru sneered, "Your concubine Yuan is resting peacefully in the mansion, but I have to suffer and endure the heat here to observe mourning. When you and grandmother coaxed me, you called me a good Yue'er. Now that I can't do what you want, you become a vicious woman? Do I deserve to be tortured by you?"

Song Nanzhi's face turned pale: "Grandma has passed away, why are you still fussing about these things?"

"I am also forcing myself to come out to see my grandmother off. I have done my best for my grandmother and the Marquis' Mansion. I will come out again when you can find the funeral procession. Right now, my body and Yan'er's body can't stand it."

"We go back to the mansion to rest so as not to cause trouble to the Marquis' Mansion and the Prince. If we get hurt, we'll have to trouble the Prince to hire a doctor for us. The Marquis' Mansion doesn't have that much money for us to squander!" After Liu Yueru said this, she pretended to be sick and leaned against Mother Yan.

Song Yiyan also pretended to faint. Jingzhe hugged him and walked straight to the Marquis' Mansion without paying any attention to Song Nanzhi's ugly expression.

A group of people surrounded Liu Yueru and Song Yiyan and left.

Song Nanzhi was left standing there at a loss, burning with anger!

Song Shijin turned pale and fainted.

After all, he was his son, and Song Nanzhi felt distressed. He stepped forward and picked up the unconscious Song Shijin. He glanced at the coffin lying alone in the middle of the road, and after hesitating for a long time, he made up his mind to carry Song Shijin back to the Marquis' Mansion.

After settling Song Shijin.

Song Nanzhi looked for someone everywhere, but no matter what price he offered, no one came.

People said privately that Old Madam Song had done too many bad things and this was her retribution.

Even the old monk, who was always kind and compassionate, turned and left.

The people described the funeral of Old Madam Song as mysterious and creepy.

For a while.

People would deliberately avoid the Marquis' Mansion when walking, saying that it was an ominous place.

Song Nanzhi couldn't get anyone to help him, so he had to report to the authorities and ask them to help bury Old Madam Song's coffin.

The officials cursed and complained that it was unlucky, so they called a few young soldiers over.

There was no complicated funeral procession. The coffin was carried and the body was buried directly. There was not even time for a simple memorial service. The body was just sealed.

The burial was sloppy, but Song Nanzhi didn't dare to complain.

After finishing.

Song Nanzhi invited the officers and soldiers to have wine and food at the marquis's mansion, but everyone waved their hands and left.

He had no choice but to return to the Marquis's Mansion in despair.

The yamen runner who followed him said to him, "Pack up and report back to the prison."

Song Nanzhi nodded with a gloomy face. His only chance to turn things around now was for Liu Yueru to plead for him.

Think about this.

He stopped at Wenhuaxuan.

Mother Yan and Lixia were waiting outside Wenhuaxuan early in the morning.

Seeing Song Nanzhi coming over, he stopped him and said, "Madam is not feeling well, please go back, my lord."

Song Nanzhi suppressed his displeasure and said, "I have something to talk to Yue'er about. I'll just take a moment. I'll see her and leave."

Madam Yan used her fat body to block the front door of Wenhuaxuan tightly, not giving the prince any chance to sneak in: "If there is anything, Madam, please tell me. Madam has a heart attack and just took medicine and went to bed."

Song Nanzhi looked at the shadow of Liu Yueru flashing in the room and knew that Liu Yueru was determined not to see him again.

He had no choice but to leave.

Several people were taken back to the Dali Temple.

Liu Yueru was also preparing evidence that Song Nanzhi favored his concubine and killed his wife.

Zhao Weiyun and Fang Kewei were also sent to the other courtyard by himself before the funeral of Old Madam Song.

Uncle Fu came to Wenhuaxuan as usual.

After Uncle Fu bowed, he said in a gentle voice, "Madam, the cellar is almost finished, and the crops are growing well. The weather is particularly hot this year. Potatoes and radishes can be harvested in early August, and sweet potatoes and peanuts are expected to be harvested at the end of August. We are short of manpower, so we need to prepare a group of people in advance."

"Okay, if you want short-term labor, you can tell the farmers around here and ask them to find someone to do short-term labor for half a month. In addition, I will leave Zhao Weiyun and Fang Kewei to Uncle Fu. Please train them well. Whether it's business or management, I'll have to trouble Uncle Fu to take care of them."

Liu Yueru thought for a moment and continued, "During this period of time, let's take a look at which households in Kyoto are raising chickens, ducks and geese."

Uncle Fu was puzzled. "Madam, why do you want to know all this?"

Liu Yueru didn't know how to explain, so she smiled and said, "Go find out more about it and remember the location in detail. It will be useful to me in the future."

"Yes." Uncle Fu agreed.

Without the disturbance from Song Nanzhi and the others, Liu Yueru felt that the entire Wenhuaxuan was beautiful.

She thought that before leaving the Marquis' Mansion, she needed to change Song Yiyan's last name.

Liu Yiyan sounds better than Song Lai anyway.

But given Song Nanzhi's personality, he would definitely not open the family tree and send Song Yiyan away so easily.

"Madam!" Mother Yan's voice sounded a little solemn after she came back from going out.

Liu Yueru sat up straight from the chaise longue; "What's wrong?"

Mother Yan sighed and said, "We found the woman you asked people to look for a few days ago, but we were a step too late. When our people arrived, the woman was already dead!"

"What?" Liu Yueru exclaimed.

"Do you know who killed him?" Liu Yueru continued to ask.

"She wasn't killed. I asked the villagers and heard that the old woman had been in poor health for several years. She fell seriously ill a few days ago and is now at the end of her life," Mother Yan explained.

"Where is the other person?" Liu Yueru was worried.

"We have also found some clues about the other person, but there were too many people looking for her. She must have been frightened and hid herself. We will be able to deal with her when she makes another move."

"Okay, keep a close eye on them, or send more people to prevent any unsafe conditions on the way back!" Liu Yueru tightened the handkerchief in her hand.