After crossing, she was forced to become the first assistant

Chapter 17 The Funeral
Ma Huai paused, "Besides, with Ah Zhi's temperament, when would he want to marry?"

After that, he got up from the chair, walked around to the window, and stretched out his hand to close the window even more tightly. The rain outside was still pouring down non-stop, and cool air came through the window crack.

He reached out and snatched the book from Wang Zhiyang's hand, and dragged him to the bedside, "Okay, you're not in good health, go to bed early, tomorrow will be worrying about tomorrow."

Wang Zhiyang hummed, narrowed his dark eyes, looked at the cold tea on the table, and laughed at himself in his heart, he is nothing more than this cup of cold tea now, everything he does is powerless , in vain.

Three days later, it was the funeral day for the second daughter of the Cheng family.

The light rain that had been falling for three days and three nights also quietly stopped on this day. The sky after the rain was like a layer of foggy filter cloth. The long-lost sun also passed through this filter cloth and shone on the land of Nanxiao. superior.

Wei Xingzhi stood at the gate of Cheng's mansion with Fu Lianzi in plain clothes.

Fu Lianzi was picked up by the original owner when she was a child, and later she practiced martial arts with her, and her skills are quite good. She was left in Danyang a month ago to deal with the property of the house there, and she rushed back the day before yesterday.

"Miss, the gatekeepers have been passing through for so long, but no one has come to talk to us. I don't think the people in the Cheng residence want us to go in at all." Fu Lianzi was wearing the same plain clothes as her master, and looked at him with displeasure. At the gate of Cheng Mansion.

Wei Xingzhi squinted at her, "You should call me Sir."

Fu Lianzi lowered her head, "Your servant forgot."

When he was in the Wei Mansion in Danyang, Wei Xingzhi had no official position, and everyone in the mansion called him Miss.

After a while, the person who just went in to report came out and said, "Master Wei, our wife said that although you didn't kill the second miss, the second miss died because of you. She didn't want to see you. I believe the second miss will also die." I don’t want to see you, and I hope that adults will sympathize with the deceased and leave on their own.”

Fu Lianzi clenched her fists. Her lord personally went to the house to see the second girl off, but was stopped at the door in the street. Isn't this a slap in the face of her lord?
Thinking about it, she geared up to step forward.

Wei Xingzhi frowned, stretched out his right arm in front of Fu Lianzi, and said in a low voice, "The dead are the greatest, didn't I teach you?"

"Slave convicted."

Wei Xingzhi withdrew his hand and nodded to the boy who sent the message, "I'm sorry." She raised her head and glanced at the high-hanging plaque. The four characters of "Qing Zheng Lian Ming" are full of character, and it is said that it was bestowed by the former emperor.Thinking of this, Wei Xingzhi felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in his heart, and he couldn't get his breath out.

She stood up straight, straightened her expression, put her hands in front of her and bowed to Cheng Fu.This obeisance is an apology to your house.

Wei Xingzhi turned around, with a cynical smile on his face again, and strode forward.

In the ancestral hall of Cheng Mansion, Mrs. Chen was lying beside the coffin, wearing mourning clothes, her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts from crying. In just three days, she had tortured the originally elegant and dignified lady to the point of failure.

Just take a look at the thirteen-year-old girl lying flat in the coffin, with her pale face, dark purple lips, tightly closed eyes and the glaring scar on her neck, her heart feels like being poked by a needle. There was a throbbing pain.

At this time, it was still early in the sky, and no one came from the mansion.

In the entire ancestral hall, there was only Chen's heart-piercing cry.

Cheng Wansu was dressed in mourning linen, and stood gracefully in a quiet corner of the ancestral hall, watching Chen's crying beside the coffin without any waves in his eyes.

That cold look is no different from the pitiful and miserable look in Chengqian Palace that day.

"Miss, the master calls you to the study."

Cheng Wansu hummed, withdrew his bored gaze, walked through the long pavilion, stopped in front of the study door, and walked in indifferently.

Cheng Taifu sat on the main seat with a gloomy face, seeing Cheng Wansu didn't even have the intention to stand up and salute.

Cheng Wansu didn't care either, she stood on the other side of Cheng Taifu, her eyes were like a poisonous snake spitting out snake letters, she looked directly at Cheng Taifu with a lot of hostility.

"Who told you to arrange for Yu Changyuan to go to Chuyao Tower?"

The harsh tone of questioning is not at all like a daughter's attitude towards her father, but rather like the scolding of a superior to a subordinate.

Cheng Taifu looked directly into her eyes, "If Wei Xingzhi dies, my daughter doesn't have to die."

Cheng Wansu closed his eyes, with a sarcasm on his lips, "Wei Xingzhi was able to swindle back to Western Shu, and even capture the traitor alive, do you think anyone can kill her? She is now Assistant Minister, if you want to kill her, you have to let Wan Chengqian do it yourself."

With a "bang", Taifu Cheng jumped up against the crime. He held back his anger and said in a low voice, "Then my daughter deserves to die? You killed my daughter for your big plan. She was only 13 years old! Didn't you tell me a long time ago?" Is Wan Chengqian happy with each other? Didn’t you say that you are sure? Why, why is he unwilling to make you the empress, unwilling to make decisions for you? Above the hall, he favors Wei Xingzhi’s intentions, you see it better than me clear."

The atmosphere was suddenly tense.

Cheng Wansu took a deep breath, her fair complexion was stained with a layer of impetuous rosiness because of sullenness.

That's right, Wan Qiqian once promised her that when he became emperor, he would decree to make her his empress.Obviously success is just around the corner, but it was all ruined by Wei Xingzhi who suddenly appeared!
She suppressed the anger in her heart, looked at Mrs. Cheng's gloomy face, and calmed down, "This road will inevitably involve too many sacrifices. I won't let Qianqian die in vain... I won't be long to ask my brother and the others." It’s time to come back, and find an opening to arrange for them in the court.”

Taifu Cheng slumped on the chair powerlessly, holding his forehead full of pain, he connived others to kill his own daughter for a big plan, he was not a good father.

"Qianqian is about to go to the funeral, she probably wants you to give her a ride." Cheng Wansu gave him an indifferent glance, adjusted his expression, and walked out of the study.

Not long after, Taifu Cheng also came out from the study.

When Cheng Qianqian's coffin was carried and walked on Huangcheng Street, Mrs. Chen cried all the way, Cheng Wansu also had red eyes and was miserable, and Taifu Cheng lowered his head in pain, without saying a word.

Wei Xingzhi was sitting in a teahouse facing the street, and when he heard the sound, he opened the window and leaned back to look down.

The coffin was made of the best pineapple wood, and it was engraved with complicated and delicate patterns. Through the lid of the coffin, she seemed to see the day when she was holding a food box, standing in front of her awkwardly, and the eldest sister Wei Wei apologized to her. little girl.

Only thirteen.

"Who do you think is behind the scenes?"

A warm voice came from behind, Wei Xingzhi looked away and closed the window, "He Chaoxiong is still in Danyang, Zuo Quanshun, Yu Chongguang, Gao Zhe is exiled or executed, it seems that they have nothing to do with each other."

Wang Zhiyang lifted the teacup with his fair fingers, and poured some tea into the white porcelain jade cup, "You know very well that the three of them have had too much personal friendship with Cheng Taifu."

Wei Xingzhi's face was silent for a moment, "A tiger's poison doesn't eat its offspring."

It's not that she didn't think about this possibility, but Chen cried too sadly, as if she didn't know about it at all.

(End of this chapter)