Fatal temptation

So, the people in the room glanced at each other and walked out one after another without saying anything.The second youngest of the Jiang family was the first. When he passed by Jiang Yiran, he deliberately bumped into him.

Jiang Yiran lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and ignored him.Second Young Master Jiang felt even more annoyed seeing him like that, but First Young Master Jiang couldn't stand it and shouted, "Jiang Yihuan!"

"elder brother!"

"Let's go." After finishing speaking, regardless of his reluctance, she grabbed his arm and dragged him forward.After walking a few steps, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yiran again, just as Jiang Yiran raised his head.

As a result, the eyes of the two met in the air, and Jiang Yiran was startled, and hurriedly adjusted his posture and gave his elder brother a shallow smile.

Young Master Jiang shook his head, dispelling the unrealistic thoughts in his heart.

The head of the Jiang family followed closely behind with his wife and the third generation, and Jiang Yiran only took a step after they had all left the gate.

"Well, why are you bothering?"

"Uncle Jiang, you don't understand, after all these years, I've had enough."

Before Jiang Yiran was about to step out of this door, somehow, he remembered these two sentences, and he laughed at himself.

Soon, soon it will be over.

Xishan Cemetery.

When the convoy arrived on the mountain, the light rain finally turned into a torrential downpour, and there were thunder and thunder in the sky, which was obviously not a pleasant experience.

The Jiang family walked up the steps silently holding an umbrella, and no one talked.

Because Zhan Qi died disgracefully, and the Zhan family was on the cusp of the storm, the funeral was not held, and no memorial service was held at home, so he was buried in a hurry.

The memorial service was also moved to the mountain.

By the time they reached the top of the mountain, most of the people had already arrived.The Zhan family, who were the family members of the deceased, stood on the right, and their expressions were definitely not good.

Mr. Zhan really came to preside over the overall situation in person, but he was old after all, so someone else moved a chair to wait on him and sat there, like a big Buddha, which made people dare not look directly at him.

Zhan Zheng also came, and was escorted by four people from the procuratorate. This was probably the last time he saw his son.His eyes were red and swollen, and he was obviously crying hard.But no one sympathized with him.Some of the people present were just gloating and contemptuous, and a few of them might have some indescribable uneasiness.

The other Zhan family members stood quietly behind Mr. Zhan, not daring to breathe.

After a few glances, Jiang Yiran found it boring, so he turned his gaze to the newly erected marble tablet.

The words on the stele were probably drawn by Mr. Zhan himself, "The Tomb of Changsun Zhan's Tomb", the majestic atmosphere, and the vermilion paint made Jiang Yiran feel that it would turn into blood and tears at any moment.And the palm-sized black and white photo was quietly embedded in the middle.

Lifeless means that this person is truly dead.

But Jiang Yiran still had a sense of unreality, the appearance of that man laughing wantonly and driving wildly seemed to be still yesterday.

How did he die?

Yes, why did he die?Most of the people present were probably asking themselves the same question in their hearts.

They couldn't believe it, and they didn't want to believe it, especially Zhan Qi's former friends.

Before they followed their elders to attend Zhan Qi's memorial service, they were completely blindfolded for a few days in a row, not daring to digest this fact easily.

In their minds, Zhan Qi has always been the head of the Changjing princeling party. Even if he is dead, who will lead them in the future?

However, this also reflects from the side that the sky in Changjing is about to change.

But at this moment, what Cheng Simu, who was not far away, was thinking, you are not far from his residence, have you ever been afraid at night?

That's right, everyone has forgotten that a son of the Zhao family was once buried here.

He was not yet eighteen, and he was in full bloom, but he could only sleep forever in this cold ground.Now you have to live next to your enemies.

How sad?Has anyone really thought about him?

Among the crowd, there was a pair of eyes with a cold light, staring at the black and white photo without blinking.He bent down, put down the white chrysanthemum in his hand, and then returned to the original position.

Next, taking the family as a unit, people placed mourning bouquets in front of the tombstone in order.In a short while, the empty ground was already filled with bouquets of white flowers.Among them, a bouquet of pink perfume lilies is particularly eye-catching.

"Who is this?!" Mr. Zhan leaned on the ground with his cane and yelled loudly, but no one answered.

Everyone, you look at me and I look at you, and you can see the astonishment in each other's eyes.No one brought this bouquet of perfumed lilies, so how did it get to Zhan Qi's tomb.

Those who knew the inside story, such as Cheng Simu and Jiang Yiran, also turned pale at that moment.

Perfume Lily, Zhou Yuanyuan.

They all thought of the bouquet of perfumed lilies discarded in the grass beside Zhao Yu's tomb.

Is this a coincidence?

Obviously not.

Then there is only one explanation.One of the people who came to pay homage today must have been sent by "him".Or, "he" is in it!

All of a sudden, people in the room panicked, and the discussion gradually became louder. Some people even said all kinds of immoral things done by the Zhan family without hesitation, and bluntly said that it was retribution for Mr. Zhan to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man.

This directly annoyed Mr. Zhan, he stood up abruptly, "I'll see who will say it!!!"

The descendants of the Zhan family hurried forward to support him, and laid down his chest for him. It took a long time for him to calm down.

But the scene was chaotic.Although the voice of discussion has subsided, the commotion is still there.

Seeing this situation, several public officials had no choice but to step forward to maintain order.But at this time, the tombstone also had a vision!

The paint on the big characters began to peel off one after another, and it flowed down slowly in a liquid state, which really looked like blood and tears!

It turned out that it was not an illusion!Jiang Yiran was horrified, he took a step back unconsciously, and was supported by Cheng Simu who came behind him at some point.

"It's okay, just wait and see what happens." Cheng Simu only whispered these two words into his ear, and it comforted him strangely.

Jiang Yiran nodded, no longer panicked, and had the energy to observe the expressions of the people around him.

At this time, not only the Zhan family members, but also the Jiang family members behind him all had the same expression, their expressions were extremely bad, obviously they did not expect such a weird thing to be bumped into by themselves, especially the second young master Jiang, who helped The arm of my eldest brother almost fell to the ground.Mrs. Jiang is also on the verge of falling, so she won't lose her composure by standing side by side with her husband.

Jiang Yiran felt a little pleased, when did these pious animals behave in such a hurry?All this thanks to "him".

Jiang Yiran thought, presumably, "he" has been silently admiring the ugliness of these so-called upper-class people in the crowd.