All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Si Zhuo was about forty years old, and his appearance followed the good looks of the Si family, with sharp eyebrows and deep eyes, and an aura of calm and prestige.

He is the most accomplished figure in martial arts and art of war in the Si family's generation, and holds an important position in the Yunjiang army, even Xiao Rui should be afraid of him.

At this moment, Si Zhuo walked up to Shen Lingxi with his servants, and after seeing the ceremony respectfully on his face, he asked bluntly: "I have the guts to ask the Crown Princess, what did the Si family do, and I asked you to come to the door personally?" , lying about my father's illness?"

Although the words were respectful, the tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Shen Lingxi raised her almond eyes slightly.

He glanced sideways at Old Master Si.

Si Honglie shook his head with a sigh, "It's my fault, I believe in the witch doctor, and the witch doctor is dancing in the yard right now."

A gleam of clarity flashed in Shen Lingxi's eyes.

The people of Yunguo believe in ghosts and gods, so naturally they also believe in witch doctors.

When she was alive, she still believed in her as a saint.

It's just a kind of sustenance before death.

When the witch doctor dances to the gods, the filial sons and grandsons will kneel and sit beside the altar to pray for the elders.

Most of the time, no one is on duty in front of the sick bed, for fear of frightening the witch god.

So much so that the old man died now, and no one noticed.

Shen Lingxi looked at Si Zhuo: "Whether what I said is true or not, you will know if you go to the old man's nose to find out. You didn't even check it, but you ran out to ask the teacher for your crime. You, the head of the house, are not as good as you." Your father is smart."

No matter how you say it, the Si family is one of the most respected families in Yunjiang.

And Si Zhuo is an undeniable figure in the Yunjiang army.

Even though Shen Lingxi is now a crown princess, if she speaks so impolitely to the Patriarch of the Si family in the territory of Yunjiang, if it gets out, it will definitely cause a storm.

Si Zhuo apparently did not expect that this princess who was only eighteen or nineteen years old would not show any affection at all.

He immediately darkened.

On the border of Yunjiang, it was not his turn for a little concubine to tell him what to do.

Si Zhuo flicked his robe sleeves, and was about to retort impolitely——

Unexpectedly, the little girl directly passed him and walked towards the old man's yard in a familiar way.

When Si Zhuo came to his lips, he stopped immediately, his eyes darkened, and he also stepped up to keep up.

Si Honglie liked the bustle the most during his lifetime, and the courtyard he chose was very far away from the outer courtyard. In order to facilitate walking around, he even specially opened a remote small door between the outer courtyard and his residence during the day.

Shen Lingxi walked through this small door.

Seeing this, Si Zhuo's scrutinizing eyes couldn't help but look at Yun Wang who was walking side by side with him.

"King Yunjiang, what do you mean by making such a fuss today with the help of the Crown Princess? Earlier, I took care of you for Axi's sake. Don't you want revenge?"

Yun Huang said with a half-smile, "Don't forget, General Si, I have never been to Si's house. General Si may be suspicious, why don't you think about it, what should I say when I see your old man later."

Si Zhuo frowned.

It is completely unclear what kind of double reed these two people are singing.

One said that the person was dead, but the other said, "Think about what to say when you see someone."

It's just crazy.

Si Zhuo couldn't figure it out, and Shen Lingxi didn't need him to figure it out.

She went to the old lady's courtyard.

The filial sons and virtuous grandchildren of Si's family were kneeling around the altar of the witch doctor, with their palms facing upwards, and fell reverently on the ground.

The witch doctor is wearing a mask, and is dancing the witch dance in the round altar.

In the middle of the altar, there is a black porcelain altar with lacquered black and intricate patterns carved on the outside.

Right in front of the porcelain altar are the belongings of the old man during his lifetime.

Shen Lingxi's gaze was fixed on the black porcelain altar for a moment, and her pupils suddenly constricted.

She is too familiar with this thing.

The porcelain altar used by Uerda to lock the soul, except that it is slightly smaller than this porcelain altar, looks almost exactly the same!
Shen Lingxi took a deep look at the witch doctor, kept her face calm, walked past them, and walked into the room.

Si Honglie's body was lying quietly on the bed in a white robe.

After some old people die, their complexion becomes rosy as if returning to the light, and when viewed from a distance, it gives people a sense of radiance.

This is a type of corpse change.

Si Honglie's body happened to be like this at this moment.

Seeing that his father was peacefully asleep, Si Zhuo looked much better than before, and became more and more dissatisfied with Shen Lingxi's behavior.

And their pedestrians, in such a solemn ceremony, broke into the old man's room so carelessly, which also attracted the attention of the Si's family members and younger generations outside the courtyard.

The noisy witch bells and singing in the courtyard stopped abruptly until this moment.

Shen Lingxi walked to the side of the bed with her arms folded, and finally looked respectful.

"General Si went to see in person, is the old lady passed away?" She said expressionlessly.

Si Zhuo said in a deep voice, "If my father is safe and sound, I will definitely report this matter to the emperor, and ask the emperor to make decisions for the Si family."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the bed and stretched out his hand towards the old man's breath.

No breath at all.

He couldn't believe it and went to feel the old man's pulse——

Can't detect the slightest pulse.

Until now, Si Zhuo finally believed Shen Lingxi's words.

"Father..." He plopped on the ground, held his father's hand, and cried bitterly.

Those people outside the hospital, even if they couldn't figure out the situation, they were aware of what happened at the moment.

"Father!"

"grandfather!"

People who were still kneeling outside to pray for blessings poured into the room one after another, bowing their heads and crying.

The room, which was quiet and unoccupied just a moment ago, was immediately filled with deep sorrow because of these cries.

Shen Lingxi lowered her eyes to look at those who fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

In the previous life, they were all relatives who loved her very much.

I don't know if I cried for her like this when I heard the news of her death.

This thought only appeared in Shen Lingxi's mind for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace.

She doesn't cry, and she doesn't need others to cry for her.

Si Honglie's dead soul was very moved when he saw his children and grandchildren crying like this.

"Girl, you said you could pass on a few last words for me, but is it still counting?"

Shen Lingxi glanced at him, walked straight to Si Zhuo's side, and stopped.

The patriarch, who was full of majesty just now, is crying like a child weighing more than 100 catties.

"Master, I have something to tell you." She whispered.

Si Zhuo's wail only paused for a moment, then she turned her head away again and continued to cry loudly.

Shen Lingxi gave him a disgusted look, stretched out her hand, and covered the old man's snow-white hair scattered on the pillow.

"Ho..."

Almost at this moment, the corpse let out a sigh from its throat.

The hand that was tightly held by Si Zhuo moved his fingers slightly, and suddenly grabbed his hand with his backhand.

Si Zhuo froze, and her crying stopped abruptly.

He raised his head in disbelief, and saw his dying father, who opened his eyes at some point and turned his head towards him.

A pair of cold, dark eyes looked straight at him.

"Ah, daddy?" Si Zhuo whispered with a choked voice.

A hoarse voice came out of Si Honglie's throat: "Sanlang! You're crying so much that my brain hurts, can you shut up your voice, let me be quiet for a while?"