Chapter 158 Retribution (Part 2)

Mrs. Murong's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately saw some clues.

She took a few steps forward quickly, pulled Murong Yong's sleeve and asked, "Ayong, did the Gu family regret their marriage?"

Before Murong Yong could answer, she had already started cursing angrily: "The Gu family didn't keep their promise. It's unreasonable. When I went to see Mrs. Gu this morning, she clearly promised well."

She wanted to go to the Gu family to make a theory, but thinking that time waits for no one, she changed the subject: "By the way, there is also Sister Yu, hurry up, let Sister Yu change into a wedding dress, and you and her get married as soon as possible."

"Your grandma will be 'well'!"

Murong Hao's eyes lit up as he listened, as if he had grasped the last straw.

At this moment, everyone in the Murong family seemed to turn a blind eye to the corpse on the bed, and didn't smell the stench of corpses in the air.

Crazy! Murong Yong looked around at the crazy-looking relatives, his eyes were unfathomably black, and for the first time a feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart.

The second master Murong and the third master Murong also surrounded Murong Yong, holding his arms from left to right, and said in one word:

"Ayong, there's no harm in giving it a try!"

"What if it happens."

"The auspicious time is coming..."

"..."

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

Murong Yong's face was stormy, and a layer of anger appeared.

He was about to have a seizure, but he saw Murong Hao's sideburns were covered with frosty silver strands, more and more white hairs, and lines appeared on the skin on his forehead and the corners of his eyes.

Murong Yong's pupils shrank slightly.

Murong Hao didn't realize it, he took Murong Yong's hand and begged bitterly: "Ayong, can I beg you as my father..."

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

The bloody front tooth rolled out.

"..." Murong Yong's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at others, his two uncles also became old in just a few breaths.

The three of them seem to have aged twenty or so years at once, from the prime of life to the old age in advance, and the whole body reveals the feeling of aging.

Backlash. This is backlash! Murong Yong was deeply aware of this.

Others finally noticed at this moment, Mrs. Murong took a breath, raised her finger to Master Murong in horror, and screamed: "Old...Master, why do you..."

She couldn't speak any more, rolled her eyes, and fainted.

The three Muronghao brothers looked at each other for a while, and looked at themselves for a while, they were all dumbfounded and terrified, and each of them murmured: "How could this be? How could this be?"

Panic screams came and went.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Murong Yong was expressionless, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

yes.

If his family does such a thing, there will be backlash.

What Gu Yanfei said in the Hou Mansion echoed in his ears again: "Resurrection from death is against the destiny and will of God."

To die is to die, not to live.

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

Her lips were rotten and shapeless, but the corners of the lips on both sides were slightly raised.

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

It was a relieved laugh.

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

He no longer paid attention to the panicked family members around him, and decisively raised his voice: "Come on!"

"Prepare for the funeral!"

Murong Yong didn't care about the chaos behind him, and just went out alone, his usual steady steps seemed a little faltering at this moment, his body shook slightly twice.

He knew clearly in his heart that there might be more than that waiting for their family!

After a while, all the servants in the whole mansion knew the news of the old lady's death. The red lanterns and red ribbons were all untied in Murong Mansion, and white mourning flags were hung up. Putting a white cloth strip means that there is a funeral in the mansion.

So, when Master Shangqing hurried all the way to the Murong Mansion, what he saw were mourning flags and white silk hanging up, and countless white paper money floating at the door, like white butterflies fluttering their wings and dancing with each other. The snowflakes falling all over the sky are intertwined.

"Hoo!"

Xiao Daotong tightly held the horse's reins, the carriage stopped at the gate of Murong Mansion, Shangqing Daoist jumped out of the carriage, and rushed towards the mansion with swift steps.

Daoist Shangqing's face was covered with blood, not only from the mouth and nose, but also from the corners of the eyes on both sides, like two lines of bloody tears, his appearance was terrifying.

When the servants of the Murong Mansion saw a blood-stained Taoist priest enter the door, they were startled at first, thinking that he had seen a ghost, and then recognized him from the yellow robes on his body and the little Taoist boy behind him. People, all froze.

How did Shangqing Daoist become like this?!

The servants did not dare to stop him, so they rushed to report.

Master Shangqing rushed towards Mrs. Murong's courtyard familiarly, walking faster and faster.

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

The real person Shangqing's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant, but he still felt unwilling and unwilling to accept the fact that was about to come out.

"No, no..." He murmured a little frantically, "Come on, you have to be happy!"

I don't know whether to say this to himself or to others.

His head and body were stained with snow water turned from snowflakes, and there was a piece of white paper money stuck between his temples and shoulders, which was smeared with blood on his face, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

Murong Yong, who came out from the other side of the gate of the instrument, met the hurrying Shangqing Daoist head-on, and looked at the distraught old Taoist in front of him from a distance through the boundless wind and snow.

Murong Yong had already changed out of the bright red groom's gown, and put on a plain white straight gown with a white silk sash around his waist, echoing the white flags and white silk around him.

He still didn't hold an umbrella, and stopped at a distance of about ten feet from Shangqing Master, his eyes were cold but firm, and he uttered three words coldly:

"No."

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

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

Seeing the bloody orifice bleeding of Master Shangqing, Murong Yong's heart was like a mirror, and his heart was brightened.

Just like what the second girl of the Gu family said, this so-called "borrowing luck for happiness" is probably more for Shangqing Zhenren himself.

It is useless to talk more, and it is also my own greed.

The corner of Murong Yong's mouth showed a sneer that was barely detectable, thinking of self-deprecating, at the same time he raised his hand and ordered the guards: "Shoot him out!"

What? ! The guards and servants of Murong Mansion all looked at each other, they couldn't believe their ears.

They all recognized Master Shangqing as the guest of honor in the mansion, and the masters treated him respectfully...

Murong Yong raised his eyebrows, with a somewhat impatient and gloomy expression on his face, he ordered again: "Shoot out."

His voice was raised by another three points, and that kind of ruthless killing spirit gushed out in an instant.

The guards didn't hesitate any longer, and rushed forward aggressively, hitting and driving people away with their scabbards.

"Really, be careful!" Xiao Daotong hurriedly went to guard Shangqing, and beat him several times.

Cries of pain, fists and kicks, collisions... echoed in the wind and snow one after another.

Shangqing Daoist and Xiaodaotong are only two people, how could they beat so many guards of the Murong family, two fists are no match for four hands, the two of them were besieged like besieged dogs and rushed towards the gate...

During the pushing and shoving, the wooden hairpin on Shangqing Zhenren's bun was knocked crookedly, half of his hair was scattered in a mess, several bruises were punched on the corners of his forehead and mouth, and even a piece of his sleeve was accidentally torn off.

Murong Yong didn't care about Shang Qing's fate at all, he walked past him and hurried out the door.

He went to the Ministry of War first, and presented Ding You's note, saying that his grandmother passed away today, and the family had to observe mourning for her for three years.

Then, he went to the Shenji Camp and explained the situation to Shangfeng. Shangfeng felt a little pity. As far as military commanders are concerned, Murong Yong's age is just right, it is the time when young people are most energetic, and they dare to fight and fight. In the next golden three years, there was a chance to skyrocket and make some achievements.

After running to several places in a row, he finally went to the Dingyuan Hou's Mansion to report the funeral in person, and it was Gu Yuan who received Murong Yong at the Hou's Mansion.

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

But for half a day, Murong Yong had the illusion that he had experienced decades, and it suddenly 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 somewhat exhausted: "The family will observe filial piety for three years. I have discussed it with my parents. I can't delay Miss Gu's youth. Make a good relationship."

He tried his best to maintain a steady voice, and his words were high-sounding and polite, which made the two families respectable.

After returning the marriage certificate, Murong Yong cupped his hands, turned around and left.

Gu Yuan returned the marriage certificate returned by Murong's family to Gu Yunzhen, then went to Yuhengyuan and told Gu Yanfei about the matter.

"This Murong Yong is smarter this time."

Gu Yuan sat down on an armchair by the window, unlike Gu Yanfei's lazy and relaxed sitting posture, whether he was standing or sitting, he was always upright like a pine.

Murong Yong voluntarily sent back the marriage certificate, and put all the responsibility on the Murong family, saying that the Murong family wanted to keep their filial piety and did not want to delay Gu Yunzhen, so they retired.

In this way, for Gu Yunzhen, her boudoir reputation will not be damaged, and she can find another marriage.

Gu Yanfei was sitting in front of the desk in the small study, flipping through an idle book that he found from some bookstore.

Rubbing her chin with one hand, she blinked thoughtfully.

In the previous life, Liu Muyu was a noble concubine who replaced Gu Yunzhen to congratulate Mrs. Murong, so the supernatural technique of "contributing to congratulations and borrowing luck" should have been accomplished.

And Mrs. Murong's fate will not be so good, at most two years...

"I see……"

Gu Yanfei muttered to herself, she remembered that one day two years later, a plague broke out in the capital, and many people died of nosebleeds.

Later, it was Gu Yunlai who tried his best to turn the tide...