Mrs. Murong's heart skipped a beat and she could see some clues at once.

She quickly stepped forward a few steps, pulled Murong Yong's sleeve and asked, "Ayong, is it because the Gu family regretting the marriage?"

Before Murong Yong could answer, she cursed angrily: "The Gu family has not kept their promises. It's outrageous. When I went to see Mrs. Gu this morning, she clearly agreed to do it."

She wanted to go to the Gu family to argue, but thinking that time didn't wait for anyone, she changed the subject: "By the way, there is also Sister Yu, hurry up, let Sister Yu change into the wedding dress, you and her quickly."

"Your grandmother will be 'well'!"

Murong Hao's eyes lit up as he heard this, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

At this moment, the Murong family seemed to ignore the corpse on the bed and sniff the stench in the air.

It's crazy! Murong Yong looked around at his crazy-looking relatives, his eyes were unfathomable, and a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart for the first time.

The second and third masters Murong also surrounded Murong Yong, holding his arm from left to right. You said, "I said in one word:

"It's okay to give it a try!"

"What if it's done."

"The auspicious time is coming soon..."

“…”

Everyone pulled Murong Yong like crazy, describing him becoming more and more crazy.

Murong Yong's face was filled with storms, and a layer of anger appeared.

He was about to have an attack, but he saw silver threads like frost visible to Murong Hao's hair on his naked eyes, and more and more white hairs were added, and lines appeared on the skin on his forehead and corners of his eyes.

Murong Yong's pupils contracted slightly.

But Murong Hao didn't realize it, took Murong Yong's hand and begged hard: "Ayong, just beg you as your father, okay..."

His originally thick and powerful voice became old and hoarse, and even one of his front teeth fell off, and the sound began to leak.

The blood-covered front teeth rolled out.

"..." Murong Yong's eyes became darker, and he turned to look at others again. His two uncles actually became older in just a few breaths.

The three of them seemed to have grown older in their twenties at once. They entered old age early from their prime, and their bodies felt like they were old.

Backlash. This is backlash! Murong Yong deeply realized this.

The others finally noticed it now. Mrs. Murong Er took a breath, raised her hand in horror, and pointed at Mr. Murong Er in Master Murong Er, screaming: "Old... Master, why are you..."

She could no longer say anything, and she fainted as she rolled her eyes.

The three Murong Hao and the three brothers looked at each other and then looked at themselves, all of whom were stunned and frightened, and they muttered: "How could this happen? Why is this happening?"

Screams of panic come one after another.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Murong Yong had a expressionless face and his eyes twitched.

yes.

His family will have a backlash if they do such a thing.

What Gu Yanfei said in the Hou Mansion echoed in his ears again: "Resurrection from the dead is contrary to heaven's will, and against heaven's will."

Death means death, not to live.

Murong Yong chewed these words silently, looked at his grandmother on the bed again, and his eyes fell on the unrecognizable face.

Her lips were rotten and unformed, but the corners of her lips could still be seen slightly raised.

From her rotten facial features, he could see that there was a smile on her face, and she passed away with a smile.

This is a relieved smile.

Murong Yong closed his eyes, exhaled a breath of white breath from his thin lips, and his heart finally settled.

He ignored the anxious family around him and sang decisively: "Come!"

"Prepare for funeral!"

Murong Yong ignored the chaos behind him and went out alone. His always steady steps seemed a little staggering at this moment, and his body shook slightly twice.

He knew clearly in his heart that it was probably more than that waiting for their family!

After a while, the servants of the whole mansion learned about the death of the old lady. The red lanterns and red ribbons in Murong Mansion were untied, and white funeral banners were hung. The servants also wrapped white cloth strips around their arms and waists, which meant that there was a funeral in the mansion.

So, when the Shangqing Zhenren rushed to Murong Mansion, they saw mourning banners and white silk hangings, and countless white paper money floated at the door, like white butterflies flying wings, intersecting with the snowflakes falling all over the sky.

"Well!"

The little Taoist boy tightly grabbed the reins of the horse, and the carriage stopped at the gate of Murong Mansion. The Shangqing Zhenren jumped out of the carriage and rushed into the mansion like an enclave.

The face of the Shangqing Zhenren was covered with blood. Not only did he seep blood from his mouth and nose, but he was bleeding on both sides of his eyes, like two lines of bright red blood and tears, looking very terrifying.

The servants of Murong Mansion were shocked when they saw a Taoist priest with blood on his face entering the door. They thought they were ghosts. Then they recognized him from the yellow robes on his body and the little Taoist boy behind him, and they were all stunned.

How could the Shangqing Halal Man become like this?!

The servants did not dare to stop him and hurried to report.

The Shangqing Zhenren rushed towards the courtyard of Mrs. Murong, walking faster and faster.

Along the way, white silks and white lanterns could be seen everywhere, making the mansion look cold and gloomy.

The heart of the Shangqing Zhenren instantly sank to the bottom of the valley, but he still felt unwilling to accept the fact that was about to come out.

"No, no..." he murmured a little crazy, "You must be happy!"

I don’t know if this is for him or for others to listen to.

He was covered with snow water from snowflakes on his head, and there was a piece of white paper money stuck between his temples and his shoulders, which was covered with blood on his face, describing his embarrassment.

Murong Yong, who came out of the other side of the Yimen Gate, faced the Shangqing Zhenren who was walking in a hurry. Through the vast wind and snow, he looked at the lost old Taoist in front of him from afar.

Murong Yong had already changed out of the big red groom's robe, put on a straight white body, and had a white silk ribbon tied around his waist, which echoed the white banners and white silks around him.

He still didn't hold an umbrella and stopped about ten feet away from Shangqing Zhenren. His eyes were cold and firm, and he said three words coldly:

"No."

Murong Yong is not stupid and has a lot of experience.

After coming out of his grandmother's house, he stood in the courtyard for a while, allowing the cold wind to irrigate and the frost and snow to wash. He thought a lot, and at this time he had completely calmed down.

Looking at the bloody appearance of Shangqing Zhenren's seven orifices, Murong Yong's heart was as bright as a mirror and his heart was bright.

Just as the second girl of the Gu family said, the so-called "contesting joy and fortune" is probably more for the Shangqing Zhenren himself.

It is useless to say more, but it is also greed for one's own family.

Murong Yong's mouth showed a sarcastic look that was almost undetectable. He thought to himself, and raised his hand to instruct the guards, "Call out!"

What?! The guards and servants of Murong's mansion all looked at each other, and it was hard to believe their ears.

They all recognized Shangqing Zhenren as the guest of the mansion, and the masters were respectful to him...

Murong Yong raised his sword eyebrows, his expression showed a bit of impatience and gloom, and ordered again: "Go out."

His voice rose three points again, and the cruel and ruthless killing aura burst out in an instant.

The guards no longer hesitated and rushed forward in a fierce manner, blunting them with scabbards while driving them.

"Be careful!" The little Taoist boy hurriedly went to guard Shangqing halman and was beaten several times for him.

The sound of pain, the sound of fists and feet, the sound of collision... echoed one after another in the wind and snow.

The Shangqing Zhenren and the Taoist Tong are just two people. How can they beat the Murong family so many guards? They can't beat four hands with two fists. They are besieged like dogs from a family and rushed towards the gate...

While pushing, the wooden hairpin on the Shangqing halal hairpin was beaten crooked, half of its hair was scattered in disarray, several bruises were punched out of the corners of the forehead and mouth, and even the sleeves were accidentally torn off.

Murong Yong didn't care about the fate of Shangqing Zhenren. He walked past him and walked out in a hurry.

He went to the Ministry of War first and submitted a memorial to Ding You, saying that his grandmother passed away today and that his family would be mourning for his grandmother for three years.

Then, he went to the Shenji Camp and explained the situation. He felt a little regretful about the upward peak. For generals, Murong Yong was just in his age, and he was the time when young people were most energetic, and they dared to fight. In the next three years, they had the chance to soar and build some achievements.

After traveling to several places in a row, he finally went to Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion to report the funeral in person. Gu Yuan came forward to receive Murong Yong.

It was only Shenshi at this moment, and it was less than two hours before Murong Yong left here at noon.

But after half a day, Murong Yong had the illusion that he had experienced decades of years, and it seemed like a dream.

The young man in his twenties is no longer as arrogant and sharp as he used to be, and he is a little tired: "The next three years of mourning at home, I have discussed with my parents that I cannot delay Miss Gu's youth. I hope she will have another good marriage as soon as possible."

He tried hard to maintain his voice smoothly, and his words were spoken with great politeness, and he had the decentness of both families.

After returning the marriage letter, Murong Yong bowed his hand, turned around and left.

Gu Yuan returned the marriage letter returned by the Murong family to Gu Yunzhen, so he went to Yuhengyuan and told Gu Yanfei about it.

"This Murong Yong is a little smarter this time."

Gu Yuan sat down on a ring chair by the window, unlike Gu Yanfei's lazy and leisurely sitting posture. Whether he was standing or sitting, he was always as tall as a pine tree.

Murong Yong took the initiative to send back his marriage letter and took all the responsibility on the Murong family, indicating that the Murong family wanted to be filial and did not want to delay Gu Yunzhen, so he retired from the marriage.

In this way, for Gu Yunzhen, her reputation is not bad, and she can find another marriage.

Gu Yanfei was sitting in front of the desk in the small study, flipping through a leisure book I bought from from some bookstore.

She rubbed her chin with one hand and blinked thoughtfully.

In the last life, Liu Muyu was a noble concubine and replaced Gu Yunzhen to cheer for Mrs. Murong. The technique of "joking joy and luck" in Shangqing should have been accomplished.

And the outcome of Mrs. Murong will not be so good, at most two years...

"I see……"

Gu Yanfei murmured to herself, she remembered that one day two years later, a plague broke out in the capital, and many children died of bleeding from their mouths and noses.

Later, Gu Yunhao turned the tide...
Chapter completed!