"Hua Qingcheng?"
Looking at the woman in red who left the ruined temple and rode away gracefully on the silver Pegasus, Long Yi did not take his eyes away for a long time.
It turns out she is the young master's wife! I never thought the young master would like such a charming and seductive woman.
Long Yi couldn't help but think of Su Mulige, with his handsome face, bringing water to the red-dressed woman and washing her feet...
Shaking off the goose bumps on his body, Long Yi shook off the terrible thoughts in his mind.
Long Yiben was the commander of the Zhaoyang Kingdom's imperial guards, responsible for guarding the imperial palace and the city. However, six years ago, Long Yi was stripped of his power under various pretexts and then deposed. Not long after, the burning of the Eastern Palace occurred.
Although Long Yi harbored doubts about what happened back then, having become a commoner, he was powerless to do anything. Two years ago, Long Yi, who had been favored by the former Crown Prince Su Mu Tiansheng and had fallen into poverty, joined Su Mulige's rebel army under Qiao Zhiyuan's persuasion and became its head coach.
Long Yi had only just left Zhifan Forest last month to visit the capital of Laifeng Kingdom to learn about the current situation in various countries. Back in Zhifan Forest, Long Yi had heard Qiao Zhiyuan say that the young master already had a wife in Laifeng Kingdom, and that wife actually had three husbands. However, he had never met this young master's wife.
Although Long Yi found it difficult to accept that the young master had married a woman from Laifeng Country, he had to accept the fact. During his time in the capital, Long Yi had also learned some of the young master's wife's deeds from other spies. Therefore, seeing the woman in red, who had a golden-maned, silver-bodied celestial horse, could casually offer the sacred medicine of Xuanyi Valley, and personally admitted that her name was "Hua Qingcheng," Long Yi was even more certain that she was the young master's wife.
“Boss, Boss…”
The stunned Long Yi was finally awakened by Chuncao's voice, and then he and Chuncao returned to the dilapidated temple.
"Uncle Mute, why don't you stay still?"
After entering the dilapidated temple, Chuncao was surprised to find that Kang Fulai, who was supposed to be sitting nearby, was actually crawling out with difficulty, supporting himself with his elbows.
"The sister in red said she would be back in two days, so don't worry." Chuncao comforted Long Yi after he carried Kang Fulai back to his original place.
Originally, Kang Fulai was only 80% certain, but when he heard the man say he was Hua Qingcheng, he was certain he was the Young Master's third husband, Han Yichen. He must have come to the capital to find the Young Master, and Kang Fulai desperately wanted to tell him to be careful of Imperial Lord Ouyang Yuming. However, unable to speak or write, Kang Fulai could only stare anxiously toward the palace, muttering anxiously, "Ahhhhhhh."
As for the woman in red who had vanished into thin air as Long Yi watched her go, she rode a silver steed with golden mane, galloping all the way towards the south gate of the city. However, two or three miles outside the southern outskirts of the city, she was blocked by two groups of people.
In front of them, a festive procession, dressed in bright red, played music as they prepared to enter the city. Meanwhile, another procession, all dressed in white, wept and wailed. At the front, filial daughters and sons, clad in mourning, also played music, though it was a mournful, mournful affair. The sounds of the two groups blended together, creating a cacophony of noise and clamor.
The funeral procession, seemingly coming out of the city, met the wedding procession head-on. Neither team would give way, waiting for the other to make way. As the woman in red passed by, she happened to see the two teams locked in a standoff.
"Weddings and funerals, weddings and funerals, of course, weddings come first and funerals come later. Our young master is in a hurry to go into the city to get married, so we can't miss this auspicious time. Please make way for us!"
In the wedding procession, there was a plump middle-aged man who looked like a matchmaker. He was wearing red silk, a red flower on his head, and had a mole on the corner of his mouth. He was waving a big red brocade handkerchief with the image of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and was arguing with the people in the funeral procession with saliva flying.
"That's wrong! As the saying goes, the dead are the greatest, so of course we should go first. Please make way, our old man is waiting to be buried, and we can't miss the time." A middle-aged woman who looked quite majestic and like a housekeeper also refused to give way.
The woman in red riding on the Pegasus looked at the two teams that refused to give way to each other and blocked the road. She pinched her eyebrows in annoyance, then flew off the horse and came to the middle of the two teams.
Seeing the beautiful woman in red suddenly appear, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and even the player forgot to play.
"My beautiful lady, you have come at the right time. Please give us some advice. Our young master is waiting to go into the city to get married. We cannot miss this auspicious time. They are refusing to give way. This is really too much!" The matchmaker came to the side of the woman in red in two steps and started chattering non-stop.
"Girl, don't listen to them. Death is the greatest thing, and the body should be buried as soon as possible. Unfortunately, our old grandfather passed away, and the Taoist priest has already chosen the time for the burial, and there is no time to delay. They should give way!" The middle-aged woman who looked like a housekeeper said unwillingly.
"Passing away on a crane?"
The woman in red narrowed her eyes slightly, listened attentively, and then suddenly opened her eyes.
"wrong!"
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the woman in red flew towards the rosewood coffin in the center of the funeral procession. She stretched out her palm and struck the coffin. With a loud "bang", the lid of the coffin was directly blown open.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The mourners, reacting quickly, angrily surrounded the woman in red, their eyes bloodshot as they prepared to charge at her. The people in the nearby wedding procession were also dumbfounded.
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