She quickly stepped forward, pulled Murong Yong's sleeve and asked, "Ayong, has the Gu family regretted the engagement?"
Without waiting for Murong Yong to answer, she angrily cursed: "The Gu family actually broke their promise. How ridiculous! When I went to see Madam Gu this morning, she clearly promised."
She wanted to go to the Gu family to argue, but she thought that time was running out, so she changed the subject: "Oh, and Sister Yu, hurry up, let Sister Yu change into her wedding dress, and you can get married with her as soon as possible."
"Your grandmother will be 'well' again!"
When Murong Hao listened, his eyes lit up, 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 ignore the stench of corpse in the air.
Crazy! Murong Yong looked around at his crazy relatives, his eyes dark and unfathomable, and for the first time, he felt powerless.
The second and third Murong masters also came over to Murong Yong, holding his arms from left and right, and said one after another:
"Ayong, it's okay to give it a try!"
"What if it works?"
"The auspicious time is coming..."
“…”
Everyone was pulling Murong Yong like crazy, and the situation was becoming more and more insane.
Murong Yong's face was filled with anger.
He was about to lose his temper when he saw that Murong Hao's temples were visibly filled with frosty silver strands, his hair was getting whiter, and lines were appearing on his forehead and the corners of his eyes.
Murong Yong's pupils shrank slightly.
Murong Hao was completely unaware of this. He held onto Murong Yong's hand and begged bitterly, "Ah Yong, can you please just treat it as your father begging you..."
His originally deep 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 actually became old in just a few breaths.
The three of them seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant, entering old age prematurely from their prime, and their entire bodies exuded a sense of old age.
Backlash. This is backlash! Murong Yong was deeply aware of this.
The others finally noticed it now. Mrs. Murong Er gasped, pointed at Master Murong Er in horror, and screamed, "Master...Master, what are you..."
She could no longer speak, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
The three Muronghao brothers looked at each other, then at themselves, all of them were stunned and terrified, and they all muttered, "How could it be? How could this happen?"
Screams of panic rang out one after another.
Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Murong Yong had a blank expression on his face, and the corner of his eye twitched.
yes.
If his family does such a thing, there will be backlash.
Gu Yanfei's words in the Marquis' Mansion echoed in his ears again: "Resurrection from the dead is against the will of heaven and against the will of heaven."
Death is death, there is no life.
Murong Yong chewed over these words silently, and once again looked at his grandmother on the bed, his eyes falling on the unrecognizable face.
Her lips were rotten beyond recognition, but you could still vaguely see the corners of her lips slightly raised.
From her rotten facial features, he could see that she had a smile on her face and died with a smile on her face.
It was a smile of relief.
Murong Yong closed his eyes, exhaled a breath of white air from his thin lips, and his heart finally settled down.
He no longer paid attention to the anxious family members around him, and decisively shouted: "Someone come!"
"Prepare for the funeral!"
Murong Yong no longer paid attention to the chaos behind him and just went out alone. His usually steady steps now seemed a little staggering and his body swayed slightly twice.
He knew clearly in his heart that what was waiting for their family was probably more than just this!
Soon, all the servants in the mansion knew the news of the old lady's death. The red lanterns and red ribbons in various places in Murong Mansion were taken down, 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 Shangqing Zhenren hurried all the way to Murong Mansion, what he saw were funeral banners and white silk hanging, and countless white paper money floating at the door, like white butterflies fluttering in the air, interweaving with the snowflakes falling from the sky.
"Whoa!"
The little Taoist boy held the horse's reins tightly, and the carriage stopped at the gate of Murong Mansion. Shangqing Zhenren jumped out of the carriage quickly and rushed into the mansion at a rapid pace.
Shangqing Zhenren's face was covered in blood. Not only was blood oozing from his mouth and nose, but blood was also flowing from the corners of his eyes, like two lines of bright red tears. He looked extremely horrible.
When the servants of Murong Mansion saw a Taoist priest with blood all over his face coming in, they were frightened at first, thinking they had seen a ghost. Then, from the yellow robes on his body and the little Taoist boy behind him, they recognized that this was the Taoist Master Shangqing, and they were all stunned.
How did Shangqing Zhenren become like this?!
The servants did not dare to stop him and hurried to report.
Along the way, white silk and white lanterns can be seen everywhere, making the mansion look cold and gloomy.
The heart of Shangqing Zhenren sank to the bottom in an instant, but he still felt unwilling and unwilling to accept the fact that was about to come out.
"No, no..." He muttered frantically, "It's a must to have a happy occasion!"
It is not clear whether he was saying this to himself or to others.
His head and body were covered with slush from melting snow, and there was a piece of white paper money stuck between his temples and shoulders, mixed with the blood on his face, making him look in a miserable state.
Murong Yong, who came out from the other side of the ceremonial gate, was face to face with the hurried Shangqing Zhenren. Through the vast wind and snow, he looked at the distraught old Taoist in front of him from afar.
Murong Yong had already changed out of his bright red groom's robe and put on a plain white gown with a white silk sash tied around his waist, which matched the white banners and silks around him.
He still didn't hold the umbrella, and stopped about ten feet away from Shangqing Zhenren. His eyes were cold and firm, and he uttered 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, letting the cold wind water him and the frost and snow wash him. He thought a lot, and now he had completely calmed down.
Seeing the bleeding appearance of Shangqing Zhenren from all seven orifices, Murong Yong felt clear-minded and at ease.
Just like what the second daughter of the Gu family said, this so-called "bringing good fortune and happiness" is probably more for the sake of Shangqing Zhenren himself.
There is no point in saying more, it is just your own greed.
Murong Yong's mouth showed a barely detectable sneer, and he thought to himself with self-mockery. At the same time, he raised his hand and ordered the guards, "Kick him out!"
What?! The guards and servants of Murong Mansion all looked at each other, unable to believe their ears.
They all recognized that Shangqing Zhenren was the honored guest of the mansion, and the masters treated him with great respect...
Murong Yong raised his sword-like eyebrows, his expression showing a bit of impatience and gloom, and ordered again: "Fight them out."
His voice rose three points higher, and the cold and ruthless murderous aura burst out in an instant.
The guards did not hesitate any longer and rushed forward aggressively, hitting and driving people away with their scabbards.
"Master, be careful!" The little Taoist boy hurried to protect Master Shangqing and took several blows for him.
Cries of pain, the sounds of fists and kicks, collisions... echoed one after another in the wind and snow.
There were only two people, Shangqing Zhenren and the little Taoist boy. How could they defeat so many guards of the Murong family? Two fists could not defeat four hands. The two of them were surrounded and rushed towards the gate like dogs that had lost their homes...
During the scuffle, the wooden hairpin on Shangqing Zhenren's hair bun was knocked askew, her hair was half scattered, and there were several bruises on her forehead and mouth corners. Even a piece of her sleeve was accidentally torn off.
Murong Yong didn't care about the fate of Shangqing Zhenren at all. He walked past him and left in a hurry.
He first went to the Ministry of War and submitted a memorial of mourning, saying that his grandmother had passed away that day and his family would observe mourning for her for three years.
Then, he went to the Shenji Camp again to explain the situation to his superiors, who felt it was a pity. As far as a military general was concerned, Murong Yong was at the right age, at the most energetic time of a young man, and he was daring enough to kill and fight. He would have had the opportunity to rise rapidly and build achievements in the next three golden years.
After running to several places, he finally went to the Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion to report the death in person. Gu Yuan came out to receive Murong Yong at the Marquis' Mansion.
It was only the afternoon now, and it was less than two hours before Murong Yong left here at noon.
In just half a day, Murong Yong had the illusion that he had experienced several decades of time, as if in a dream.
The young man in his twenties no longer had the arrogance and sharpness of the past, and he was a little tired: "The family will observe mourning for the next three years. I have discussed with my parents that we cannot delay Miss Gu's youth. I hope she can find another good partner soon."
He tried hard to keep his voice steady, and his words sounded dignified and polite, preserving the dignity of both families.
After returning the marriage certificate, Murong Yong bowed, turned around and left.
Gu Yuan returned the marriage certificate returned by the Murong family to Gu Yunzhen, then went to Yuheng Garden and told Gu Yanfei about the matter.
"This time Murong Yong is a little smarter."
Gu Yuan sat down on an armchair by the window. Unlike Gu Yanfei who sat lazily and leisurely, he always stood as straight as a pine tree whether he was standing or sitting.
Murong Yong took the initiative to return the marriage certificate and put all the responsibility on the Murong family, saying that the Murong family broke off the engagement because they wanted to observe mourning and did not want to delay Gu Yunzhen.
In this way, Gu Yunzhen's reputation will not be damaged and she can find another marriage.
Gu Yanfei was sitting at the desk in the small study, flipping through a book that he had bought from some bookstore.
She rubbed her chin with one hand and blinked thoughtfully.
In the previous life, Liu Muyu was a concubine and replaced Gu Yunzhen to bring good luck to old Madam Murong. The Shangqing magic of "bringing good luck to bring good luck" should have been successful.
Madam Murong's fate 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 people died of bleeding from their mouths and noses.
Later, it was Gu Yunmeng who turned the tide...
(End of this chapter)
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