palm river mountain

Chapter 142
Duan Yi smiled slyly, and blinked at Mr. Qi, "Mr. and I wanted to go together. It was Chen Heqing who reminded me that in such a big Jincheng, even if there is no leak, even a fly must go out. Then It's absolutely impossible."

The cat has its way, and the mouse has its way.

The meticulous work in the city was not tied hands and feet, and it was impossible for the Jiannan army to stand hand in hand around the city wall. It was not difficult to pass the news out of the city, not to mention easy.

"What we want is to let them spread the news," Duan Yi said, and whispered into Mr. Qi's ear.

Mr. Qi stroked his beard and nodded. He sighed and patted Duan Yi on the shoulder, "The dead are the worst. Although your father was full of crimes, it is not a pity to die. But in the end, it is your biological father." .”

"Even if you don't care about the relationship between father and daughter, you have to block the mouths of everyone in the world. Listen to my husband's persuasion, go back and buy a good coffin, and bury him well. Your mother is worthless, and the younger brother is still injured. Yu, I can only rely on you as my daughter."

"If you are charged with the crime of unfilial piety, wouldn't you be more like that Cui Zi and be cast aside by others? Who would dare to vote for the bachelors in the world? Don't talk about people, even if the cat grows up, that would be the same. You have to learn to cry about mice."

"Don't hold back, let's go. There is no need for a grand burial, at least people can be buried in peace."

With a dark face, Duan Yi reluctantly snorted and nodded reluctantly.

She cupped her arms towards Mr. Qi, got on the horse, whipped her whip, and ran quickly towards Duan's mansion.

The whole Qingyun Lane is quiet, except for the old house of Duan's family and Cui Zigeng's house in the deepest part of the alley, the gates of the others are closed tightly, and there is not even a concierge in sight. Last night, there were singing and dancing every night, a bustling Qingyun Lane , but one day, it seemed to be dead silent.

Duan Yi got off the horse and looked away.

The doorman of the Duan family saw that her shirt was covered in blood, and came over timidly, "Miss San, is it okay for us in Jincheng? The master and wife have escaped, and those who came from the capital don't know what to do. Ran out, ran back again."

Duan Yi was not surprised. After Duan Wenchang came back earlier, he replaced all the inside and outside of the place with old people who were used to him brought from the capital.Now they ran away by themselves, and the group of people who were thrown down left the Duan family without a bond, they were fugitive slaves.

Those who are afraid of being liquidated, even if they run away, most of them can only come back in despair.Now that life and death are at stake in Jincheng, who would be willing to take in the enemy's servants?
"Stay well. If someone from the army comes looking for me, let him go directly to Xianfutang. As for the others, what do they do?"

The concierge nodded obediently, "I understand."

Duan Yi took a few steps forward, and said to an old osmanthus tree, "What is Mother Jiang doing hiding there? I haven't seen the big wind and waves. How come those women from the capital have already tamed you?"

Mother Jiang stepped forward quickly and smiled at Duan Yi, "What did the girl say? I watched the girl grow up, and I was loyal to the girl. The old slave came here to tell the girl, Brother Ming is already awake."

"He asked his wife to change the master's clothes... Now that the shops outside are closed, he wants the old slave to bring a coffin back. The girl didn't speak, so the old slave dared not listen."

Mother Jiang shrank her neck as she spoke.

When Duan Yi was ten years old and didn't know kung fu, she could control her to death, let alone now?
She is the person who knows the wind direction best, and she can see clearly and clearly that this old house is what Miss Duan San said.

Duan Yi took a deep look at her, "You call people to the Guan family's shop, and you tell me that I want a coffin and choose a better one. Set up the mourning hall in the Xianfu hall. There are no guests, so don't make any noise."

Mother Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, and saluted Duan Yi, "Miss is kind."

There are shops of the Guan family all over the city. Mama Jiang is quick to do things. After Duan Yi finished bathing and changing, the coffin and mourning hall were all ready.

It was quiet in Xianfu Hall, Gu Xing and Duan Hao supported the pale Duan Ming, standing in a corner of the coffin, like three big pillars turned into stone.

Hearing Duan Yi's footsteps, three pairs of blank eyes looked over in unison.

"Is the injury better, little brother? Do you know that your father hurt you? You are not in good health, so you might as well go back and lie down. Don't worry, I will arrange for someone to bury your father."

As Duan Yi said, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Gu Xing and Duan Hao, "Why is mother looking at me? Do you think I'm the great master of going to the grave, waiting for me to teach the Dafa of Burning Money?"

As she spoke, she walked to the spiritual tablet that had just been written, inserted three sticks of incense, and pointed to the brazier on the ground, "If you want to burn it, burn it. If you don't like it, go back to sleep and call others to burn it."

Gu Xing's eyes turned red when she heard that, and she patted Duan Ming's hand, "Ming'er listens to your sister, go back and rest, I'll just stay here to guard. I killed him, so let me see him off It's the last leg."

Duan Ming trembled slightly, found a futon, and sat down.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Duan Yi didn't persuade him. Gu Xing pulled Duan Hao and sat beside the brazier, burning paper and crying.Maybe it was because it was too cold inside, but Gu Xing's mother in charge walked in bravely, knelt down beside her, and helped her burn the paper, while she was burning, she babbled and sang funeral songs Come.

With a leader, and some people came one after another, the mourning hall finally looked like it, and it became lively.

Duan Yi sat on the futon next to Duan Ming, squinting her eyes, paying attention to the movement outside the door.

"Third sister still has military affairs? Thank you, third sister, I didn't expect you to..." Duan Ming smiled sadly. He seemed to have matured overnight and continued. On his thin face, a pair of big black eyes looked It makes people's hearts tremble.

Duan Yi couldn't bear to rub his head, "Father hurt you, don't you hate him?"

Duan Ming shook his head, "How can you not hate it? It's just that death is like a lamp being extinguished. When I was young, I watched lanterns for one year. My father carried me on his shoulders, and I held a piece of candy from a rabbit in my hand. My mother usually took care of it." Be strict, don’t let me eat these.”

"So I was very reluctant and kept licking and licking. Later, the sugar figurine fell into pieces and landed on my father's hair...Although my father never got so close to me again, that incident was In my heart, one of the few happy memories."

He said, looking at Duan Yi, "It's you, third sister, your father tried to kill you several times, do you hate it?"

"Hate, because I don't have any happy memories", Duan Yi said, stood up, and walked towards the door, if she hadn't got a big plan, she didn't care where Duan Sixian died...

She is not the reincarnation of the Three Virgins.

Duan Yi looked around, lowered her voice, and said to Su Yun who came running out of breath, "How are you, are you all ready?"

(End of this chapter)