The real daughter is reborn, I will no longer be this evil stepmother

He also specially asked people to investigate.

Although he is a frail scholar, he is the only adult male currently in the Warring States Duke's mansion. He also has the responsibility to protect the old and weak of the family.

But through getting to know each other, I found that the Jiang family was a good family, especially Jiang Mingyue, who even cured the old lady's eyes.

That's a great thing.

The eyes of the old lady are priceless.

Now it is said that I can help him recuperate his health, which is also a good intention.

……

The old lady hugged the young master again, "My great-grandson Xiaolang has grown so big!"

……

Some intimacy.

Jiang Qingfeng and the others also came over after learning the good news.

The old lady looked Jiang Qingfeng up and down again and said, "My grandson is really handsome and talented. Qingfeng and Mingyue are both good names and good boys."

It's rare for everyone to come together like this.

The family had breakfast together.

The cook in the kitchen tried his best to prepare a sumptuous breakfast.

The old lady kept asking Jiang Mingyue to eat more, eat more...

Unable to resist the hospitality, Jiang Mingyue ate a little too much.

It's time to move, and the Jiang family is busy working in the new house.

"Sister, there is a plaque hanging in the house today. Do you want to go over and take a look?" Jiang Qingfeng invited.

Jiang Mingyue agreed.

Following Jiang Qingfeng and the others, they arrived at the door of the new house two streets away. By this time, the person delivering the plaque had already arrived.

A large plaque in a simple style has two words written on it, Jiang Zhai.

"Dad, brother, this plaque is pretty good!"

"Hehe, I picked it. It looks better when hung up." Jiang Qingfeng laughed.

Old Man Jiang stood with his hands behind his back, looking very satisfied.

While the plaque was being hung, suddenly, the sound of mourning and music came from the street...

Jiang Mingyue looked over there, and there seemed to be a funeral procession on the street. Many people were wearing white clothes and kneeling down to worship, as if a big shot was being buried.

"What's going on? Has a big shot passed away?" Old Man Jiang asked.

The two boys who brought the plaque spoke with a Beijing accent.

"Sir, you have just come to the capital from out of town, right? Today is the funeral for Mr. Wu Qianshu, the governor of the secret guard in front of our Dajing Kingdom! Mr. Wu died years ago and has been stored in an ice coffin in the ice cellar. Now our Governor Liao avenged him, took back the enemy's head, and buried him with him..."

"After we have finished our work in a while, we have to give Master Wu a ride. Master Wu is the number one expert in our Dajing Kingdom! It's a pity that he is old and is out there."

"If it weren't for our old age, our Governor Wu would not have died."

……

Jiang Mingyue, I understand.

It turned out to be the case.

It was Wu Qianshu who was buried!

No wonder it has such specifications.

Even the common people spontaneously wore white clothes and paid tribute to Wu Qianshu.

People like Wu Qianshu are indeed worth giving away.

After installing the plaque for Jiang's house, Jiang Mingyue secretly followed the two boys to the street to see Wu Qianshu off.

Old Man Jiang and Jiang Qingfeng did not go.

The last time they went out to look for the house, they encountered bad guys who kidnapped Jiang Mingyue, which left them with lingering fears.

I don't dare to go out for a walk on the street if I have something to do.

In addition, there are indeed many things to be busy with in Jiang Zhai.

So, Jiang Mingyue sneaked onto the street alone.

Soon he followed the funeral procession.

A long street was filled with funeral processions. This should be the largest funeral procession in Dajing Kingdom except for the imperial funeral.

All the mourners wore white mourning clothes.

At the front were the elite secret guards who were clearing the way, scattering white round paper money.

In the middle is a group of emcees, playing various sad music.

There are a group of Taoist priests and monks in the back. The Taoist priests recite the mantra of rebirth and the monks recite Buddhist scriptures.

After that, there was a large carriage, pulled by twelve horses, all wrapped in white cloth.

The body also has no roof and is very wide.

There is a heavy coffin on top!

I don’t know what kind of material the coffin is made of, but it looks thick and has golden patterns carved on it.

There was a bloody human head hanging in front of the carriage.

Everyone gasped when they saw it!

It's a real human head!

Jiang Mingyue took a look and saw that it was indeed Gong Changsheng's head...

This made her feel physically uncomfortable.

Gong Changsheng was harmed by her design. I hope he will not come to her for revenge after his death...

Many children cried when they saw it and were comforted by their adults.

The mentality of being far away, wanting to see it, but being afraid to see it.

Next to the coffin carriage, there was a man riding a tall horse, dressed in heavy mourning clothes, with a face as cold as frost.

It's Liao Shiyu!

Many people dare not look directly.

However, even if some older girls and younger wives are afraid, they can't help but take a few sneak peeks.

It's really pretty.

Jiang Mingyue only glanced at him and then withdrew her gaze. This was not the person she should look at.

Others looked at him because they were seduced by his beauty, but she was the one who was almost skinned by him. She couldn't stand the stimulation.

Compared with beauty and life, she decisively chooses life.

Also, Da Fool is also good-looking. It is enough for her to watch Da Fool, and she does not necessarily have to watch Liao Shiyu.

Behind the coffin were the hidden guards again.

There were hundreds of people in the funeral procession.

There were also people on both sides of the street who spontaneously came to see him off.

The streets were surrounded by water.

After walking a few steps, you will stop and kneel down.

The team was not moving very fast.

The man's head was conspicuous, and it flickered as the carriage moved...

Very scary.

Jiang Mingyue was afraid of having nightmares if she went back at night.

I dare not read more.

Just kneel down and say goodbye with everyone.

It's time to kneel down again.

Jiang Mingyue knelt down along with the people.

Some people took this opportunity to discuss, "Where are we going to send Governor Wu to be buried?"

"It is said to be the imperial mausoleum. It is said that Governor Wu's coffin has been parked in the underground ice cellar outside the imperial mausoleum. It is from there that the patrol begins. After patrolling the streets, he returns to the imperial mausoleum for burial..."

"Ah? The Imperial Tomb? If you are not the Imperial Tomb's grandson, can you enter the Imperial Tomb?"

"People who have made outstanding contributions to our Dajing country can also be buried in the imperial mausoleum, right?"

"If you have outstanding contributions, you have outstanding contributions, but Governor Wu is a eunuch, and there has never been a precedent for burying eunuchs in the imperial mausoleum..."

"No matter, let's see where Governor Liao buries him! We can just follow him."

……

While everyone was kneeling and worshiping, suddenly, the crowd screamed.

"There are rats! Oh my God! So many rats!"

"The rat is still biting, everyone, get out of the way!"

Jiang Mingyue looked up and saw a group of black rats pouring out from all directions.

Some came out from underground holes, some from deep alleys, some from rooftops, some from tree holes... all of them came out.

Rushing towards the funeral crowd.

The people were so frightened that they quickly got out of the way.

The tide of rats gathered into one large force, with a clear goal, and headed straight for the carriage pulling the Wu Qianshu coffin in the center of the team!

Everyone was shocked.

The rat tide got on the carriage and split into two groups. One stream went straight to the thick wooden pole in front of the carriage where the head of the immortal was hung.