The lucky star of rebirth

Chapter 12 Debunking
The new Commander of Jin Yiwei sat in a special room with extremely luxurious decoration, holding the new tribute of Yuqian Longjing in his hand, his whole face had a kind of hazy beauty in the steaming water.

However, when he put down the teacup, the fierce aura all over his body made that perfect face a bit cold and murderous, which made people feel cold when they saw it, so why would they care about his appearance? how.

After taking a few volumes, the commanding envoy was about to read them, but he could hear a few small banners in a room far away, talking about the affairs of the wealthy families in Jinling City.

One of the little flags said with a smile: "Today is the first seven days of Mrs. Feng in Chengguo's mansion. I don't know if people from the Feng family will go there. Speaking of which, the eldest son of Chengguo's mansion is really willing to be at the gate of Feng's house." Pleading guilty, tell me, why is he so thick-skinned?"

Another Xiaoqi said: "Nowadays there is a lot of rumors in Jinling City, saying that Mrs. Feng stole someone and was killed, and Mr. Cheng covered it up for her. I don't want Feng's family to misunderstand, so I can only tell the truth, and say nothing about Cheng. The eldest son is the most affectionate, and he is also very kind to Mrs. Feng."

"what!"

The previous Xiaoqi laughed: "You also believe that, what are we doing, how can we hide the affairs of various houses and houses from us, that Mrs. Feng is the most chaste and quiet, since she married into Duke Cheng's mansion, she has hardly seen anything. Passing through the door, the eldest son Cheng took concubines one by one at home. His concubines were so public. I heard that one of his concubines even dressed up as a man to discuss business with others. We have a spectrum in our hearts who would steal someone. .”

"It's true." A general flag came over and interrupted: "Counting the city of Jinling, there are too many concubines among the high-ranking and wealthy families, but the only woman who dares to say that wives and concubines are not distinguished, and all women in his heart It's all the same, and the general status is only the eldest son Cheng. However, whoever is able to please His Majesty will dare to say that he is not. Thinking about it, this time the Feng family may only hold it Recognize the nose."

Snapped!
Putting down the file, the commander got up and followed the voice to the hut, pushed the door and went straight in, frightening several small flags and general flags: "My lord, you..."

"Today is Mrs. Feng's first seven? Huh?" The Commander asked in a deep voice, and the final sound was so high that everyone who heard it trembled.

"Yes, yes." The general flag was more courageous, and quickly responded.

Commander nodded, turned around and left. After a while, the small flags and general flags were finally relieved, but they didn't dare to say anything nonsense, and they were scattered for a while.

Ji Songxian wandered around Xishan in a carriage.

Today is past the first seven days, which is the day of her burial. Every time Ji Songxian thinks of it, he feels very weird. Who else in this world can see his own funeral after death, and watch his burial?

"Girl?" The newly appointed personal girl looked at Ji Songxian foolishly, not knowing what she was wandering around here.

"Girl?" Uncle Wu, the coachman, drove the car and said, "Miss, do you want to pay homage to the old man and the old lady? It stands to reason that the girl is blessed to live such a good life, so she must be protected by the old man. Come and pay homage to her." It deserves it."

Only then did Ji Songxian think that after Ji Yi arrived in Jinling, he found a place of geomantic omen and moved the tombs of the old man and the old lady of the Ji family. It is said that a very well-ventilated gentleman chose the place for Ji Yi, saying that this place could be called Ji Songxian. The family has been prosperous for several generations, and the scholarly fragrance has been handed down from generation to generation. Ji Yi does not want his descendants to be rich and honored.

"Okay." Ji Songxian replied with a smile, thinking that fortunately he brought joss sticks when he came out, otherwise how would he worship the ancestors.

When Uncle Wu drove the car to the foot of the West Mountain and pointed out the location of the cemetery, Ji Songxian really didn't know what to say, because Ji's family and the cemetery were very close to the married family. Worshiping ancestors, you can also look at your own cemetery at the same time.

Ji Songxian thought happily in bitterness.

The carriage could only go to the foot of the mountain, and Ji Songxian had to go up the rest of the way by himself. Ji Songxian asked Ruoliang to carry the incense candles in the basket, and asked Uncle Wu to lead the way, so he started climbing the mountain with all his heart.

When she reached Ji's cemetery, her already tired legs were trembling, and she couldn't walk a single step, and she got up all by gritting her teeth.

Rao Liang stretched out his hand to support Ji Songxian, and was about to enter the cemetery when he heard the sound of drums, and looked over to see a funeral procession coming.

"This is?" Uncle Wu took a look from a distance: "It should be from Cheng Guogong's mansion."

Ji Songxian lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, there was fear in his eyes: "Uncle Wu, let's find a place to hide."

Wu Shuzhi didn't have a good impression of Chengguo's mansion when the eldest son of Chengguo's mansion pestered his daughter, but seeing the fear in Ji Songxian's eyes, he felt distressed for a while, and his impression of Chengguo's mansion was even worse.

He led the way first, and took Ji Songxian and Raoliang to the back of several big trees, using the shadows of the trees to cover the figures of the three of them.

At this moment, the funeral procession of Duke Cheng's mansion was close at hand, Ji Songxian squinted his eyes slightly, and took a good look at the people inside, those concubines who had been grieving all the time even though they were wearing plain clothes, her dowry girl Linglong couldn't help but cry I, but Ji Songxian knew that the veil she had been wiping her tears must have been wiped with garlic juice.

She clearly saw pride and joy in the eyes of those concubines.

But Cheng Ping'an, who came for the funeral, was blind and couldn't see anything. While pretending to be sad, he praised Linglong and other concubines for their deep love for Ji Songxian and sisters.

When those words reached Ji Songxian's ears, she was really disgusted. Ji Songxian really wanted to rush out and question her. Her mother only gave birth to her. Where did she come from as a sister? Do you still think that you didn't humiliate her enough and never let her go after death?
She clenched her fists so fiercely that she didn't feel anything when her nails dug into her flesh.

Ji Songxian watched the funeral procession enter the family's cemetery, pulled around the beam, and smiled at Uncle Wu: "Uncle Wu, let's go, finish worshiping grandfather earlier, and go home earlier."

"Yes, yes." Uncle Wu nodded in response, leading Ji Songxian to enter the cemetery, he only stepped in, and heard a loud roar from the family cemetery: "What are you doing? It's the cemetery of Duke Cheng's mansion, you're doing this... it's stealing graves and digging graves, which is against the law of the country."

Ji Songxian would not have heard that roaring sound wrong, it was clearly Cheng Ping'an's.

She was surprised, who would dare to go to the cemetery of Duke Cheng's mansion in broad daylight to make trouble?

He heard a very domineering voice say: "Jin Yiwei is doing business, and the rest will step down, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless."

Jinyiwei, Jinyiwei?
Not only Ji Songxian, but also Uncle Wu and Rao Liang were frightened. The three hurried into the Ji family cemetery. After entering, they still had lingering fears. It is true that Jin Yiwei's reputation is too loud, and the notoriety is too notorious. ?
When he found the tomb of the old man of the Ji family, Ji Songxian placed incense candles and burned paper as offerings, and when he knelt down, he said silently, "The ancestors of the Ji family can't blame me, it's not that I borrowed your granddaughter's corpse on purpose, it's really me. There's nothing I can do about it, and I don't know why you borrowed the dead body to revive your soul. Your granddaughter was already gone when I came. I didn't kill her. There is a wrong and a debt. If you are angry, you will find the person who killed her.

Seeing that the burned papers were all smooth and smooth, and there was no abnormal phenomenon, Ji Songxian breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, such things as returning the soul from the dead have come out, so it can't help that she doesn't believe in ghosts and gods.

When Ji Songxian got up, he was about to ask Rao Liang to pack up his things and go back. He was so anxious that he tripped over a small stone. If it wasn't for Rao Liang's hand to quickly support her, she might have fallen hard.

Ji Songxian lowered her head to look, and saw that the little rock that tripped her looked strange and beautiful, she bent down to pick it up and took a look, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

Ji Songxian used to have a very strange hobby, that is, she liked to collect stones of various colors. She collected a lot of Yuhua stones, and brought them to her family when she got married, and she kept collecting small stones after she got married. This trip, it is not safe to say that all those stones will be thrown away.

Thinking of her so many years of hard work being spoiled by others, Ji Songxian was reluctant to throw away the stone in his hand, smiled at Zhou Liang, and told her to put the stone in the basket first, and then the three of them left the cemetery.

As soon as he went out, he heard Cheng Ping'an's roar again. Afterwards, several people in Jinyiwei Feiyu suits stepped out with Xiuchun knives. The man in front of him was extremely imposing. Ji Songxian knew that he had just taken office when he saw him. Commander, my lord.

But the commander said in a deep voice: "What a Duke of Cheng, who is ruthless and ruthless. I'm afraid it's your family tradition to persecute your first wife."

Seeing Cheng Ping'an hurriedly chased after her, they chased and scolded: "That's the grave of my father's first wife, why do you dig it up, I really don't pay attention to my Duke Cheng's mansion."

Ji Songxian was startled, thinking why did Jin Yiwei dig Song's grave?Is... something leaked out?
Shocked and frightened, she hid behind Uncle Wu.

Seeing that the commanding officer turned around sharply and stared at Cheng Pingan: "Is that the tomb of your aunt?"

Cheng Ping'an felt cold all over his body when he saw him, and couldn't help taking a step back. Then he felt so ashamed, and immediately shouted: "Yes, you, even Jin Yiwei, you can't disrespect the dead like this, you are like this... I want Go find your majesty and sue the royal court."

"Excellent." Commander-in-Chief smiled immediately, his smile was extremely cold: "I also want to talk to His Majesty."

He glanced at Cheng Pingan again: "When did your aunt die?"

Cheng Pingan took another step back, and then pouted his neck: "It has been seven years since my aunt passed away."

"Ha ha……"

All the people in Jinyiwei laughed, and one of them, who looked like a thousand households, pointed at Cheng Pingan with a smile: "What a joke, Mr. Cheng, please explain to us, your aunt died seven years ago, how can we face undefeated? These people are all masters of torture. Naturally, you can tell how long a person has been dead. Your aunt has only been gone for seven or eight days. We should go to Cheng Guogong's mansion to ask, Mrs. Where did they all go? Cheng Guo’s public security has the heart to report the death to his wife, but she is alive and well..."

(End of this chapter)