Steward Liu hurriedly echoed and nodded yes.

But how is this possible? That useless Murong Feixue, who has achieved nothing, can be so ruthless? Murong Qiuqing lowered her head and spoke like a whisper.

"Second Miss? Second Miss, you're fine, right? Steward Liu was worried that Murong Qiuqing would be hit too hard, so he asked worriedly.

"Hmph, what can I do? She's deliberately killing chickens to show monkeys! Use the third sister's mourning hall to warn me and let me stop beating her idea, hahaha...... Joke! ”

Murong Qiuqing's expression suddenly became fierce, and he said hysterically: "Who am I, Murong Qiuqing, how can I be afraid of this little storm?" It's her...... Tomorrow, I can let her accompany my third sister! ”

When Steward Liu heard this, he still couldn't figure it out. His eyes rolled a few times, and then he remembered that tomorrow would be the day when the second lady would return home.

With this handle, this fourth lady is not worried about ironclad, and she can't get out of the relationship. thought that even if the two sisters fell by themselves, as long as they blamed Murong Feixue, their mother would spur her and beat her severely. Now, the third sister was killed by her, so it's no wonder that she doesn't want her to lose her life......

"Hehehe...... Sister, you walk slowly on Huangquan Road, that little slut will soon pay for your life......" Murong Qiuqing looked up at the sky and laughed weirdly.

After thinking about it, Steward Liu also accompanied Murong Qiuqing, smiling doggedly......

In the early morning, when the red sunlight had just climbed up the mountain, and the entire imperial capital was still asleep, there were earth-shattering suona, firecrackers and cries from Murong Mansion.

It seems to really seal what Murong Qiuqing said about Murong Yeyao before, and now there are really a bunch of people in her who are crying in front of her coffin......

Murong Feixue Xiang dressed the entire Murong Mansion into a white world. The tables and chairs were covered with white cloths, the room was filled with white wreaths, and the yard was full of white paper money.

Murong Qiuqing and Murong Feixue were strangely harmonious, and they both stood silently in front of Murong Yeyao's mourning hall. It's like a temporary handshake.

The only thing that made a lot of noise was the maid and the family who kept crying in front of Murong Yeyao's tablet......

"Tick tock, tick tock......"

The piercing suona and firecrackers shook the sky, almost overturning the sky. Neighbors and streets heard the movement. They came out to discuss.

"The Murong family, one of the four major families, has a funeral? Who died? ”

"Probably the head of the Murong family, right? Eh...... It's unpredictable! ”

"Still sighing? Don't want to prepare the gift money? Hurry up and give a gift......"

When people heard the news, many people went to the coffin shop to buy a series of things. Threes, threes, twos and twos, in groups, arrived at Murong Mansion in an endless stream. put down the condolence gifts, and cried with the people in Murong Mansion, most of them were crying blindly, and they didn't see who died in the mourning hall.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock......" The suona and horn that played more vividly have already woken up the entire capital.

When it was three poles above sun, one or two carriages arrived at the door of Murong Mansion.

The coachman who was driving the carriage raised his head and looked at the gate of the Murong Mansion, which was full of white flowers, and was stunned for a long time. Finally, in the blink of an eye, he decided that he had not gone to the wrong door, and then shouted to the carriage behind him in a trembling voice: "Old, old, master!" To, to, to......"