Ten Mile Room

At three o'clock in the morning in the inner city of Zhongzhou, the streets were under martial law in the snow, the ancient city was silent and there were no people, only the patrolmen stuck in the important street gates and saluted silently.

A long convoy moved slowly from the airship station in the inner city. They passed through Shitao Street, Fangshan North Road, and Yonggu Street, and finally drove on the Tianjie Street, which is 200 kilometers long and [-] meters wide.

Tianjie, the widest street in the world, is on the center line of the 800-year-old royal city that has never been destroyed by history.

Jiang Gezi lay on the window of the car and watched curiously. He had an introduction about Zhongzhou City in the general information.

It is said that the ancient city in front of him is the most complete and undamaged ancient capital in Gail.Even the sycamore trees in this inner city have annual rings that are more than hundreds of years old.

Not to mention the Donghai Pavilion left in history, Penglai Residence, the residence of successive princes, the reception residence of the vassal state stationed in Zhongzhou, where the old nobles gather in circles.

It's just the Golden Palace, and its architecture is an acme that Gail can't surpass.

How to describe it?On the earth, there are 99 houses in the place where the emperor lives, but in fact there are not so many.

However, in Kyushu’s Zhongzhou City, the Golden Palace has more than 99 rooms, such as the new National Congress, the Lingtai Pavilion of the Wu Family, the Clan Bureau, the Royal Series Museum, etc., all of which live in one unit and one unit. In a well-known courtyard of the Golden Palace.

The royal family of Zhongzhou rents out the surplus properties to these units, and obtains a large amount of rent every year.

According to Jiang Gezi's world view, that old woman is probably the most powerful charter woman in the world.

Even if his own son cheated her one day, relying on the real estate behind the ancient city wall of Tianjie, Mrs. Li could live a luxurious life in the following days.

In the snowstorm, the convoy moved slowly, and the [-]-kilometer Golden Palace wall stood silently. Whenever it encountered a gate with soldiers standing guard, Lian Yanzi patiently introduced to Jiang Gezi, where is this place, and where is it? There.

Sometimes he would mix in some childhood memories and tell Jiang Gezi stories about his childhood.

"See, it's here! Look here!"

Lian Yanzi pointed to a tower and introduced: "This is the Chiding Gate. In the past, we Cheng Ding had to enter through this gate to receive coming-of-age gifts, eat blessing cakes, and enter this gate to get gift money at the end of the year. Now this is the Royal Museum of Etiquette and Customs. There is a complete Chengding etiquette show here, which is specially performed for foreigners. They told me that the entrance fee here is three tickets. Huh...do you know that there are dozens of places in the Golden Palace that charge three tickets? The place where you pass the ticket..."

Looking at the city gate that resembled a certain great impression in his mind, Jiang Gezi broke into a cold sweat from embarrassment.

When he came here, he wanted to look up, cheer, and even salute, ahem...

That guy is a copy maniac. He has seen several familiar places along the way. There are triumphal arches and imitation buildings like the Landenburg Gate.

Although history completely included these buildings in the inner city, the people of Kyushu thought they belonged to Kyushu, but Jiang Gezi felt awkward when he saw them.

He nodded in response to the situation, pointed to the soldiers standing in the snow and said, "It's a heavily guarded place."

Lian Yanzi laughed lightly when he heard the words, and said with an inexplicable joy in his voice: "It's okay, you don't know, the waters here lead directly to Yi Palace, do you know about Yi Palace?"

Jiang Gezi recalled the information and said, "It's the old royal school."

"Yes, I came here when I was a child and received a few years of old education. I learned how to salute and how to dress. Also, we went fishing on Zhaoqiao after class. If the old palace people didn't look at it, We just get off the net, and most of the prawns in the waters of the Golden Palace are fat, and when we get back to the compound, we find the broken warehouse at home and cook them over a fire."

Jiang Gezi thought for a while, then turned around and asked him curiously: "Don't you have a tutor? Didn't you follow?"

How come the children of the nobles also play with the fire.

Lian Yanzi chuckled nonchalantly and said: "They always have to get off work. Sometimes the family's finances are not good, and one nanny has to take care of several children! It's okay in the Golden Palace, and there are always people taking care of them from a distance. Wild children under the control of others..." At this point, he said with a mysterious face: "They said that under the waters of the Golden Palace lived ten thousand years of bastards, and every year they dragged a few noble children to sacrifice their tongues."

After he finished speaking, he winked at Jiang Gezi, and Jiang Gezi looked at Jin Gong, his mind moved slightly.

Yu Dongchi said that the third map is in Zhongzhou.

Lian Yanzi said regretfully: "The royal family has been around for 800 years. There are many descendants of his family, and there are many children of the nobles. When we were educated by the old, there were more than 70 children in one class, and they were in charge of the food in the palace. A lot of things are handed out, and, I'm afraid you can't think of it, they have more than a dozen classes every year! You can count how many kids are tossing around here, so occasionally some unlucky ones fall into the water...they drown. normal."

Speaking of this, even Yanzi's expression was a little bad, and his tone also paused, as if he suddenly remembered something sad.

Seeing that he was depressed, Jiang Gezi sat down and asked him, "Your house..."

Lian Yanzi nodded: "Well, I had a younger sister who fell into the waters of the Golden Palace and drowned without being taken care of. They always just care about life and never take good care of them, especially the witches. Every year because of Children who die without good care can probably have double digits in their heyday.”

He raised two fingers, shaking helplessly.

Jiang Gezi wanted to comfort him, but in the end he could only say dryly: "Such a large system is already a small society."

Just like when he was a child, he could always hear the news that children accidentally drowned in the summer vacation of the school next door.How many branches are there in the old Li family, how many branches are there in the clan, how many branches are there in the nobility, how many branches are there in the witch clan...

The more people there are, the more deaths there will be.

The vehicle passed through Tianjie and headed towards Yueshan all the way.

Finally, Jiang Gezi finally saw the Taj Mahal, uh, no... This building is the same as the Taj Mahal, but it is actually called the Clan Funeral Bureau!

Jiang Gezi looked at the building occupying a mountain, and couldn't help but sighed: "Pervert!!"

How many things did he copy from my earth?

Lian Yanzi got off the car with Jiang Gezi. He stood under the huge white marble door, his expression changed from a little indifferent to solemn.

Over the past 800 years, how many ancestors have passed through this door, even if they disdain the royal power, witches have innate compassion and respect for the dead.

Dozens of staff from the Funeral Bureau trotted out. They stood in the distance, trying to find a few people who could communicate and make decisions among the crowd.

That Master Mian has a special status, and they don't know what to do.

The muffled sound of closing the car came from behind.Jiang Gezi heard the sound and looked around, but saw Yuan Gaozhi who followed unexpectedly.

Seeing Jiang Gezi's strange and suspicious eyes, he trotted over, first bowed slightly to Jiang Gezi, and then saluted Lian Yanzi: "My lord, please allow me to follow. Trivia, I still have some experience."

Lian Yanzi lowered her head and thought for a while, then nodded her head in agreement.

Now, they are really unavailable.

Yuan Gaozhi immediately turned around when he heard the words. He did not exude the joy of young people, and ran back to his car quite steadily. Not long after, a group of young people came down from there. The black cloth borrowed from the side was tied around the arm.

This incident was too unexpected to forget about decent mourning robes.

Jiang Gezi looked at the mechanical watch in his hand, and the hour hand was pointing at 04:30 in the morning.

A small official from the funeral bureau came over tentatively. He first saluted Lian Yanzi tremblingly, and then asked cautiously: "Uh, hello, everyone, hello, who is the master of the funeral in your house? I have prepared a ceremony band, and prepared a makeup artist and a coffin according to the information you provided, but I don’t know who to communicate with in detail.”

Jiang Gezi didn't understand this either, so he looked at Zhuang Jiude.

Mr. Jiude was old, and his nose was clear from the cold. After he swayed in the cold wind a few times, he took a breath and asked: "It's me, it's me! I just don't know where the body of that... place?"

The service worker's expression froze, and he pointed back to a refrigerated truck not far away, crying in his voice: "My lord, this car was parked here yesterday evening..."

But what he didn't say was that when the car was just parked here, the receptionist thought it was a meat delivery car from some slaughterhouse, but when he opened the back door, he found that there was a hospital stretcher inside. Pretty rudely tied up a body.

After asking the driver again, the other party told them who this was, and told them to wait for Beiyan's funeral director.For a whole day, the Funeral Bureau has been trembling from top to bottom. They really don't know how to deal with this matter, so they can only wait stupidly.

Lian Yanzi sighed softly, and walked slowly towards the car.

The ancient witch has a very vague view of the boundary between life and death, and they have long been familiar with this atmosphere.

As he walked, he whispered to Jiang Gezi: "This guy slaughtered so many nobles and royal families back then, and he has grudges against famous people. This~ is the last revenge, and he actually used the refrigerated truck that delivered the meat from the slaughterhouse." It's disgusting enough to transport her."

Jiang Gezi groped around from his bosom, took out a piece of paper and opened it, looked at the lines on it and read: "It says that a coffin like a piano box will be prepared for her. According to her will, she will Wearing a red dress, um...here, here, by the way, there is also an address here...Mr. Jiude?"

Mr. Jiude walked out of the cold wind, his beard was covered with hoarfrost. At this moment, his attitude was quite serious.

"Your Highness?"

Jiang Gezi handed him the piece of paper casually, pointed to the meat truck and said, "There is a lawyer's contact information on it, she seems to have some inheritance matters to deal with, as for the others, apart from the few items required above , you can figure out the rest!"

Mr. Jiude took the flimsy piece of paper and glanced at it, nodded with a wry smile and said: "I see, you can go to the Zanhua Hall with them. The Clan Bureau has a designated place. At least it's warmer."

Jiang Gezi shook his head and stood there without moving.

"No, I promise... Well, Your Majesty wants me to lift his spirit instead."

Mr. Jiude was startled, he looked around, and asked in a low voice in disbelief: "Is it just you?"

Jiang Gezi nodded calmly.

Mr. Jiude opened his mouth and took a breath of cold wind. He wanted to protest something loudly, but he probably felt it was inappropriate, so he could only trot to Lian Yanzi and mutter a few words in a low voice.

Lian Yanzi gave him some instructions again, and then he looked at Jiang Gezi with an unbelievable look, and then at the refrigerated truck.

Lian Yanzi opened the door of the meat delivery truck with her own hands, took a quick look inside, and then stood there and made a few gestures, releasing the soul in the body.

Then... a woman in a red dress slowly stretched her figure, rising like smoke.

The woman's soul was very young, with all the characteristics of a girl, young and beautiful, delicate and lovely.

She was wearing a bright red long dress, her face was young and healthy, and her face was pink. Her black hair was flying in the air in the snow curtain, swirling and flowing in the air. It seemed that this was a pretty free girl. What about the soul?

Later she stood on the roof of the car and looked at the sky for a long time before smiling and saying, "It's snowing!"

After she finished speaking, she floated off the roof of the car, got into the car and looked at it for a while, then circled around the car a few times, said with a sarcastic and mocking smile, "It's a meat delivery cart!"

A staff member entered the meat cart with a ruler and ran out in a hurry.

Jiang Gezi has been waiting quietly, until the dull sun slowly rises from the horizon.

According to the past rhythm, there are so many royal families and nobles, and the royal family system is so large, there are several decent funerals to be handled by the Funeral Bureau every day.

But today until after seven o'clock in the morning, the turbid sun has completely risen, and no one else is waiting to enter under this awkward door.

The free soul was barefoot, sitting on the meat delivery car, humming songs indifferently and happily, while observing freely.

She seemed quite happy.

There are so many people here, but she doesn't know any of them!She sighed: "I don't know...even Xiao Ai didn't come?!"

The released soul seems to be less emotional, or she has returned to the best moment in her life, trying to maintain a certain good state at this time.

At this time, she is innocent and kind, generous and beautiful, has infinite yearning for the world, and is willing to think of the best in everything.

She waited quietly like a baby, until finally a coffin with a strange appearance, like a cello case, not even painted was pushed out.

This is a new type of coffin temporarily built according to the request of this person to sleep in the piano box.

Several make-up artists with numb feet who had been waiting for a long time, pushed the water tank car and held a bright red long dress inlaid with diamonds into the meat delivery car. They closed the car door and once again isolated the outside world.

Not long after, the pipes of the water tanker twitched flexibly, and some blood-stirred water flowed out from the gaps in the car, and then poured into the sewer along with the plastic sheet that had been placed on the ground in advance.

Sitting on the roof of the car humming, she never moved, only the corners of her mouth twitched when the red dress passed by her.

Lian Yanzi wrapped her hands in a cloak and slowly moved to Jiang Gezi's side.

Jiang Gezi tried to keep his expression as calm as possible, and asked him with a voice squeezed between his teeth: "What song is that?"

"Education of love." Lian Yanzi answered the title of the song, and then sighed softly: "She likes this kind of song."

"Such?"

"Yes, this is an old nursery rhyme, haven't you heard it?"

"No."

"Well... are you cold?"

"It's okay, it's almost over there, isn't it?"

"Well, it should be soon. This is a shabby funeral and doesn't require too many rituals..."

Just as he was talking, the car door over there was opened again, and someone lifted out the body covered in red gauze that had begun to soften and thaw.

They put her helpless in the piano box, and Jiang Gezi walked over and looked down at her.

At this time, she was sleeping in the soft quilt, like a baby, with a huge hat on her head, and there were yellow decorative cloth flowers on the hat.

It was probably because her eyes were damaged by a head injury, and she couldn't restore her original appearance, so they pulled down several layers of red gauze to block her, trying to cover up her embarrassment, only showing the straight bridge of the nose, and deliberately pulled it up with some special cosmetics. Out lip angle radian.

After watching it for a long time, Jiang Gezi muttered, "Looks like a wry smile."

A murmur of explanation came from beside him.

She said, "Not smiling, and I don't want to laugh at all."

Jiang Gezi knew who it was and didn't look back at her.

He just took the camera from Zhuang Jiude, pointed at her in the piano case, clicked a few times, closed the coffin of the piano case, and took off his cloak.

A group of nobles stood stiffly in a sheltered place. The weather was very cold, and the water flowing out of the car in the low temperature had quickly turned into blood-colored ice flowers.

Because of their upbringing, those young people didn't move. They just watched the group of people in the distance talking in low voices.

They told the story of Lord Mian, her legend, and her last madness.

Later, as the blood dripped from the car, they began to stand in silence.

After a long time, one person said lightly: "I feel that I have never tried hard before, or that I have not worked hard enough."

"That's right... No matter who you are, if you don't work hard enough, this is probably the end."

"In case, I said in case..."

"What if?"

"What if the people over there ask us to raise our spirits?"

"Of course I refused. Who of us would dare to do such a thing on behalf of our family members? It is for the sake of Lord Wu that we come here to help."

"That's right! That's it...the red dress...they said Mr. Mian had been wearing filial piety during his lifetime, but after his death he asked to wear a red dress..."

"When my grandma was old, she also saw the red flowers and green willows in the sky, uh, quite dazzling..."

"Hey!"

They watched her being carried out, and after watching the handsome prince casually click with the camera, he began to take off his cloak while standing in the cold wind.

"What is he doing?"

"who knows!"

Jiang Gezi handed the black cloak to Lian Yanzi, took the hemp rope from Qi Ren, and started tying it back and forth around the coffin, just like the big coffin carrying Grandma Wugu, he also carried this pair of cloaks on his back. up.

There was a low cry from the crowd, but Jiang Gezi felt that this coffin was far less heavy than Grandma Wugu's.

A band slowly beat traditional ritual instruments, and Jiang Gezi slowly followed behind them with the coffin on his back, with a calm and solemn expression, and followed the rhythm, moving slowly according to etiquette.

She looked around Jiang Gezi curiously, and kept asking, "Who are you? Are you Xiao Ai's younger brother?"

Later she said: "I don't think you are, their family can't raise someone like you...Your strength is really great, thank you for lifting me up..."

She suddenly became close to Jiang Gezi, and complained beside him like a child that her skirt didn't fit. The damned mortician cut a piece of yarn temporarily, and connected it for her with a thick needle and thread, and finally put it on. How rude that the needles were left on the hem of her skirt.

She said that she didn't like that person's makeup, and she didn't like that hat. She wanted to show the hole in her head and lie there frankly singing the song of death. Such a hat.

She said...Xiao Ai is always so stupid, he believes everything she says...

Jiang Gezi kept rolling his eyes in his heart.

An hour later, this long and slow process was finally completed, and the group of people finally came to a relatively simple-looking ceremony hall that could be seen at a glance as a temporary ceremony hall made of simple building materials.

Only then did Jiang Gezi understand what Zanhua meant.Some people praised her for being crushed and smashed to pieces.

She stood there, looking at the name happily, and said excitedly after a long time: "After so many years, he still hates me! Hey! This is really good!"

After finishing speaking, she floated into the hall, stomping on the row of chairs excitedly, jumping up and down on top of people's heads.

After Jiang Gezi slowly placed the coffin on the crude stone platform with both hands, he took the hot towel handed to him by Qi Ren and wiped his hands, and sat in the first row of chairs with his coat on. Newly built incinerator.

Someone brought him hot water, but Jiang Gezi didn't drink it, just clasped his hands in a daze.

Regardless of whether there are worshipers or not, according to the rules, he has to sit here and wait until twelve o'clock.Then he waited until noon when the sun was at its peak before he could see her off.

Opposite the stone platform, a long altar was laid out, with black gold-edged gold velvet spread on its stone surface, fruits of the four seasons, and whole grains were delicately arranged in plates.

The Zanhua Hall was very empty, even if there were hundreds of ancient witches sitting here, it would not be able to fill half of it.

Everything was quiet, and someone occasionally couldn't bear the suffocation and coughed a few times, which seemed quite abrupt. Then, amidst the dull abruptness, an old man with dim eyes and gray hair entered the room. This was the first priest People are here?

Jiang Gezi put down his water glass and stood up. He followed the old gentleman until he walked to the coffin. He watched him bid farewell to the deceased in a dazed way. He walked around the coffin peacefully without looking at his appearance. In the end, he only pulled out a bright red rose from the upper skirt, placed it on the altar, took out a handful of small change from his coat pocket, counted the banknotes carefully, and dedicated them all to the altar.

This is the money to buy burning paper for the dead.

She looked at the old man curiously, and saw him sitting on the row of chairs. She was still wondering about the memory, and kept muttering: "Who are you?"

She thought for a long time, until she accidentally saw the old man's fingers, and saw that only half of his right middle finger was left, then she clapped her hands and said: "Ha, I remembered! You are my gardener, you The roses raised are the reddest, I remember you, thank you!"

After finishing speaking, she floated over and sat beside the old gardener with a smile.

Her posture is still noble, the expression of the old gardener is sitting peacefully, just like many years ago, he planted a garden full of roses for her, and finally all the flowers bloomed on a sunny afternoon... Dressed in red The hostess of the skirt came to the garden, she sat on the garden chair, she looked at her flowers with a smile, and her gardener also looked at her with a smile and a straw hat in the distance.

Everyone is very satisfied.

No matter what kind of things a person did during her lifetime, even if the whole world says she is ugly, some people still remember her sporadic benefits.

The poor students who were donated by her, admirers who had a crush on her style, her tailor, her cook, there were not many people, but the red roses were piled up, and the black altar was still piled up into pieces of red flowers. Come.

Finally, Zhuang Jiude stood up slowly, found a pair of scissors and searched for the red flowers decorated in the hall. After cutting a large piece, he brought the flowers to the altar and began to decorate them bit by bit.

After he finished decorating and returned to Jiang Gezi, he explained embarrassingly to Jiang Gezi: "She gave me the artist award, and I have some fate with this lord."

Jiang Gezi didn't speak, but she smiled excitedly beside Mr. Jiude and said, "Really? Did you admire me too? I'm sorry, I don't remember you anymore, thank you!"

She stood there, looking at the scattered visitors, even if she didn't know many of them, she still sincerely thanked them one by one, and some thanked them several times.

In the end, she went to say goodbye to those people one by one, until an old woman in black walked slowly into this simple hall with the support of a middle-aged man.

She froze for a moment, and then her hair flew up like a sky, and she rushed over like a whirlwind, stretched out her arms, blocked it vigorously, and shouted: "Get out! Get out!!"

She was extremely angry, and her tone trembled, but the old woman was still supported by someone, and slowly passed through her spirit body, slowly walking towards the coffin.

She is very persistent and keeps stopping, keeps stopping...

There are hundreds of ancient witches in the room, they can see the undead, and they can also see her anger, but they didn't move, only Lian Yanzi stood up slowly, walked to Jiang Gezi and sat down, he whispered She turned to him and said, "Someone will speculate after a while that the empress...has been here."

Jiang Gezi was slightly startled, this was the first time he was so close to this old woman, but even Yanzi's words really sounded a little weird.

He tilted his face and looked at the person seriously. The old woman looked old, as if she had suffered a huge blow. She faltered and needed the strength of others to walk steadily.

He couldn't see her face, but only saw her hunched over, wearing a sable cloak exactly like his own, and a wide-brimmed sable hat. Some quality black gauze cut off all her expressions.

Her sadness seemed contagious, black, dull, oppressive, trembling.

People in the hall couldn't see her face, but seeing the supporters around her, some people could still deduce her identity.

Except for Wu and Jiang Gezi, most of the people stood up.

Even if this woman doesn't want to reveal her identity, she seems to want to come here as a mother to give her daughter a ride.

However, her daughter has been delisted, and she can only act as an ordinary person, sending them off like ordinary people.

This is so sad!

She walked slowly towards the steps, still penetrating her spiritual body, she walked slowly, came to the coffin, and began to revolve around her, like a sad mother, heartbroken but had to face...

I don't know when it started, there was a sad violin sound coming from the music outside the hall, and the heartbroken atmosphere was broadcast there like a sad drama, she finally stopped at the position of her head, She wanted to reach out her hand a few times, afraid, sad, and in the end, maternal love will conquer everything, she still put her hand into the coffin, lowered her head, and her shoulders began to tremble...

Someone sobbed softly and stuttered: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please don't be sad... Woo..."

Time is silent, only she is still angry, constantly, silently roaring and resisting to the world.

Lian Yanzi whispered in Jiang Gezi's ear, "Did you know that compared with our family, most of the royal family grew up alone."

Jiang Gezi didn't understand what he meant, so he tilted his body curiously and moved closer to him.

Lian Yanzi continued in a low voice: "When a child is born, it is held by countless hands, including a nanny, a court doctor, an education expert, and everyone else except a mother who is busy with government affairs. If you die, you won’t develop such emotions with the children, it’s too fake!”

He raised his chin slightly to the table.

Reminded by him, Jiang Gezi raised his eyes to observe again, and this time he saw that something was wrong. The person on the stage had slightly wider shoulders and a slightly bigger frame... So this is a man at all?

She didn't stop him after all, watching him stretch out his hands to kiss the last cheek, as if to vent his anger, he ruined her appearance, and under the cover of that layer of black veil, he was actually smiling...

After all, she let go of all her dignity, raised her face sadly and begged everyone in the room.

"Come on, who will come...can you let him go out?"

"Who can come?"

"Xiao Ai, can you help my sister? I apologize to you. I was wrong... I shouldn't have planted the seeds of hatred for you in her heart. I ruined your entire life. I apologize. You help me." Drive him away, little love...where are you..."

It turned out to be like this... At this moment, Jiang Gezi finally understood the so-called royal relationship, and also understood what Yu Dongchi was struggling with.

She raised him to grow up with her own hands, died in front of him, and planted the seeds of conflict between him and the empress. Yu Dongchi was forced to the last step, with the empress' uneasiness and the unresolved knot left in his heart.

Yu Dongchi walked across from all relatives.

So she succeeded in the end, and in the end she named Yu Dongchi to handle her funeral...

This woman was hateful, but Jiang Gezi still didn't want to watch it in front of her.

Everything today made him unhappy, so he slightly puffed up his cheeks and let out a slight breath.

A strange wind suddenly blew into the hall from outside the door, wrapped in wind and snow, the walls of the thin Zanhua hall suddenly collapsed, the red skirt in the coffin suddenly flew up, and the seam left by the tailor on the skirt The needle caught the black wide-brimmed hat...

When the wind and snow suddenly came and then became calm again, the people in the house opened their eyes, and saw a half-bald man in front of the coffin of the altar. The victorious smile on his face was not enough. take away...

Mr. Jiude was originally an emotional person. At first he shed tears with the motherhood of the Queen. When he saw in astonishment that it was a man, or a man he seemed to know, he stood up abruptly and shouted loudly. : "Mother God!! You are...you are Lord Mian's bonded person, Your Excellency Yun Yan? Are you here? You, you...Mother God, why did you let me witness such a despicable behavior..."

In an instant, the ugliness of human nature is undoubtedly exposed.

The so-called mother didn't show up at all, and the person who had been her pillow for many years showed up next to her daughter's body in disguise.

Still accompanied by her most trusted attendant.

The man panicked and kept saying or trying to explain that it was a misunderstanding.

He took off his hat from the hem of his skirt in panic, and after buttoning it on his head, he began to pant heavily and look around.

There are not many people in this room, he might be able to threaten them to shut up... However, there are hundreds of ancient blue-robed witches here, and he dare not threaten anyone...

So he's done!Lost all reputation and dragged down that terrible person.

That old woman loves fame as much as she wants, and she won't admit it.

The chief attendant released his hand from his arm, and his body suddenly sat helplessly on the ground.

He heard someone shouting in panic above his head: "Mother God! My God! Why are you? Your Excellency Yun Yan? Why are you?"

Some people are always quick to respond.

The embarrassed man covered his face and suddenly burst into tears. He choked up and said loudly: "No... no! Please, can you pretend that you haven't seen me? It's been so many years... I think I still love her Yes, yes, I want to come and see her off, even if she has hurt me deeply, please..."

She suddenly burst into laughter, laughing in the air until she couldn't breathe.

Jiang Gezi finally stood up. He came to the altar, helped the woman tidy up her appearance, put on her hat, and said unceremoniously to these two: "Please leave here."

He stood up slowly, raised his tear-stained cheeks and begged Jiang Gezi: "Okay, okay...then, please allow me to visit your house..."

Jiang Gezi calmly pointed to the door and said, "Please leave here."

Just like that, he left in a state of embarrassment, stumbling and falling all the way in the wind and snow.

The corners of Jiang Gezi's mouth twitched slightly, and she helped her tidy up her skirt, and took off the flowers from the altar, stuffing them into her coffin.

Whoever she is, she is dead.

Finally, the sun above the head reached the sky, Lian Yanzi stood up, and sang ancient songs with those ancient witches...

Under the beating of the old chime, he watched her leave for the last time. Before leaving, she said that being a human is very interesting...

However, I still don't want to be born again...

This strange funeral finally ended quickly and strangely.

When everything was gone, Lian Yanzi's new admirer quietly came to him and slipped a note into his hand.

On the car back, Lian Yanzi opened the note and read: "Beiyan's open-pit Panneng Mine is falling at a water level of five centimeters per day."

Jiang Gezi raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said sarcastically, "So, there are no secrets in this world?"

Lian Yanzi rolled up the piece of paper, burned it, and said to Jiang Gezi as if nothing happened: "These are not important. I just learned a piece of news, which is very important to you."

Jiang Gezi was confused and looked at Lian Yanzi.

Lian Yanzi inhaled slightly: "Congratulations to you, Pigeon, you are very rich. A law firm we just contacted sent a representative to inform us that Mr. Mian had performed spiritual exercises for himself no less than twenty times during his lifetime. Appraisal, as the eldest daughter of the royal family, she has been rewarded by the previous emperor, as her spirit bearer, funeral host, and us mourners, hey...even the last two, it is possible that they both Can get no less than 20 crowns of inheritance..."

Life is really a big drama scene after scene, and there is always endless singing.