Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 203
Lingjiu, on the other hand, feels the continuous flow of magical energy nourishing his soul every day, feeling the growth and purification of his spiritual power.

Although not much, it is more pure and effective.

On this day, Xiayan sent a post.

The person who posted the post was Wen Zixuan of the Wen family, inviting them to attend Wen Qi's funeral.

Song Xueyi and Lingjiu packed up, put on plain clothes, and went to Wen's house.

The Wen family's funeral was not grand, it could even be said to be a bit plain.

There were only a few people standing in the hall, and Wen Zixuan, who was dressed in filial piety, stood out in particular.

When Lingjiu followed Song Xueyi to the mourning hall, he immediately felt the delicate atmosphere inside, and the eyes of the few people standing in the mourning hall were also very subtle when they saw them.

"Master Song, Master Jiu." A middle-aged man with a pot belly hurriedly greeted him, "It's great that you can come, my poor little brother, it's so hard for him to encounter such a big trouble, it's really an impermanent world Ah, hey!"

The interest in the man's eyes is so strong that it's hard for Lingjiu to miss it. He glanced at the man's face, his swollen brows were dark and sunken, mean and cruel.

The glance she glanced at fell into the man's eyes, but it was like being blown into the bones by a gust of cool wind, and then blown into the soul, chilling the whole body.

The middle-aged fat man couldn't help but shuddered, and said more impersonal words.

Lingjiu and Song Xueyi walked past him without even saying hello.Standing in front of the memorial tablet, he found that there was no corpse in front of him, only a jar of white cup.

Wen Zixuan fetched incense for them, and said in a low voice: "Dad said before he was alive, if he died, he wanted to be turned into ashes, come and go clean, but he can't be full of the smell of copper."

The little Zhengtai, but after seeing her for a few days, her complexion lost its former rosiness, and her eyelids turned black.The filial piety made him look younger and more pitiful, but his eyes were not weak at all, and they were so dark that they did not waver in the slightest.

Lingjiu and Lingjiu bowed together, and Song Xueyi inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Snapped.

Wen Zixuan suddenly knelt on the ground.

The appearance of this scene made the entire mourning hall silent.

"Zixuan, what are you doing!" the middle-aged man with a belly yelled immediately, running over to pull him up.

Wen Zixuan waved him away violently, turned his head and stared at him coldly, "Wen Yue, I know exactly what you're thinking, are you afraid now?"

Zhengtai's voice is low and hoarse, from which it can be seen that he has not eaten or slept well in the past few days, and when he speaks in a cold tone, he is unexpectedly decisive.

"You!" Wen Yue's complexion changed, and then he turned to look at Song Xueyi with a smile on his face again, "Master Song, my nephew's behavior is a bit extreme and weird because of excessive sadness, please don't mind. How about , you go to rest first, this matter should be handled by our own family."

These words sounded polite, but they actually told Song Xueyi clearly that this was their housework, and let him, an outsider, not care about it.

"I think he's quite sober." Lingjiu said with a smile.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Wen Yue knew that something was wrong.Now in Yuhai Town, who doesn't know how much Master Song loves this child. When she opens her mouth to Wen Zixuan's side, Master Song will definitely follow her.

"Jiuzhu'er, you are young, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." Wen Yue was anxious, and the words came out of his mouth, with a faintly admonishing tone.

Lingjiu narrowed her eyes, "I need you to teach me what I'm talking about?"

A force slammed into Wen Yue's chest, and the man with a big belly couldn't help but groaned, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Yesterday, the woman you snatched was very excited to play, right?" Lingjiu stood there without moving, but her soft voice was like a sharp knife, lingering at Wen Yue, "Don't stare so wide, I still I know that your family is in trouble, your family is not compatible, and you are nearly forty years old and you don’t have half a child. Why? If you do more unrighteousness, you will die yourself."

"You, you..." Wen Yue stretched out his finger and pointed at Lingjiu, his fingertips were trembling.

He suddenly remembered that there was a rumor about the girl's deeds in Yuhai Town. He dismissed it at first, thinking it was a rumor...

"Are you investigating me?!" Wen Yue suddenly thought of this possibility.

Lingjiu chuckled, her eyes full of contempt.Investigate him?He deserves it too.

"Oh," counting with his fingers, "you will have a bloody disaster today."

Wen Yue met her eyes, instantly understood the meaning of her eyes, and was shocked again.

At this time, Wen Zixuan, who was kneeling in front of Lingjiu and the others, said, "From today onwards, I am willing to send the Wen family into Lord Song's hands and become Lord Song's subordinate."

"Wen Zixuan! You son of a bitch! You are a traitor! Wen Qi knows that you are doing this, even if you are a ghost, you will not be at peace!" Wen Yue shouted loudly.

Wen Zixuan said hoarsely: "As early as ten years ago, Dad separated from you, and the Wen family in Yuhai Town has nothing to do with you!"

Wen Yue's complexion changed, and he said sharply: "It doesn't matter, we are blood relatives, and the blood of relatives is unbroken! Now my brother died unexpectedly, and you are young, so you must have been deceived by someone with a heart!"

"Shit." Wen Zixuan replied with just these two words.

Wen Yue was blocked by just two words, and he suddenly shouted: "I understand, I understand! Master Song, you are really easy to measure!"

The topic turned to Song Xueyi inexplicably. The people who came to Wen Qi's funeral were all attracted by Wen Yue's loud call, and looked at them.

Song Xueyi didn't even look at Wen Yue, and only asked Wen Zixiang, "What are your skills?"

Wen Zixuan held his head up, stared at Song Xueyi without evasion, and said earnestly and confidently: "I, Wen Zixuan, am not good at martial arts, but I am a full-fledged businessman! In my father's words, I am a man who is hard to come by in a hundred years." Business prodigy, the generation of the Wen family can produce me, it is a blessing from the ancestors of the Wen family! Is this enough?"

The corner of Lingjiu's mouth curled slightly. These were still childish words, but they were enough in terms of momentum and self-confidence.

Song Xueyi nodded, "Your conditions."

Wen Zixuan was startled, he didn't expect Song Xueyi to see his own thoughts so accurately, and said a second later: "I bring the wealth of the Wen family for decades plus myself, and it is not the Song family that I want to work for, but the Song family." you."

Lingjiu said: "You?"

Wen Zixuan looked at her, his eyes flashed with a different kind of brilliance, his serious bun face relaxed a little, especially cute and young, "Yes! It was you who invested my entire family, not the Song family. Except you two, who You can't order me either."

"You really know how to invest." Lingjiu looked at him carefully, secretly surprised that this kid turned out to be a god of wealth.

She didn't notice that her eyes were too focused, and she was stunned to see the serious young lady blushing.

(End of this chapter)