In the autumn of the fourteenth year of Yuanjing, Master Boyu, the right servant of Shangshu Province, died of illness at the age of sixty.
Emperor Jing of Yuan was grateful for his virtue, and especially Dong Haoyang, the grandson of Dong Boyu and a new scholar, was appointed as the prince's grandfather to succeed his grandfather's glory.
There is mourning in the East Mansion.
"Mother, you have to take care of your health." Mrs. Dong burst into tears and supported Mrs. Dong, who was also distraught, and continued to comfort her.
Dong Haoyang, dressed in filial piety, knelt in front of the mourning hall with grief in his heart.
Although he is not Dong Boyu's true grandson, he has truly been doted on by him for more than seven years.
Dong Haoyang respectfully kowtowed three times to Dong Boyu's spiritual position to thank him for his upbringing over the years.
At this time, Dong Wenbo led a woman into the mourning hall, and his behavior was intimate, which was incompatible with the solemn mourning hall. This woman was Dong Zhe'an's mother, Shui Xirong. At this moment, she put her arms around Dong Wenbo's arm and leaned her whole body on him.
Mrs. Dong rolled her eyes angrily when she saw the two of them like this. If Mrs. Dong hadn't hurriedly cheered her up, she would have passed away.
After a long delay, Mrs. Dong said tremblingly, with extreme grief, "You unfilial son, your father just left, why did you hook up with this vixen, you even brought her to defile the mourning hall. Clean!"
Dong Wenbo looked at Dong Boyu's spiritual position and shivered subconsciously. After Shui Xirong felt it, she hugged Dong Wenbo's arms tighter, and whispered softly, "Husband"
When Dong Wenbo heard Shui Xirong's soft voice, he suddenly regained his senses. He couldn't help but straighten his chest, and his tone became tough. He said impatiently at Mrs. Dong, "Xirong is my woman, where is she? What vixen, mother, you are too confused."
"You!" Mrs. Dong pointed at him with shaking arms. She was so choked that she couldn't speak for a long time. Mrs. Dong hurriedly consoled her and ordered the servants next to them to find a doctor, for fear that Mrs. Dong would be caught by a doctor. Get angry.
The mourning hall, which was supposed to be solemn, is now noisy, Dong Haoyang's expression is a little cold, and there is a flash of fierceness in the always flamboyant Peach Blossom's eyes.
"You should come to wake up your grandfather." Dong Haoyang stared at Dong Wenbo, and there was no warmth in his voice.
Dong Wenbai has never liked his son, and he was even more displeased when he heard these words with a hint of lessons.
"How can you talk to me! I don't know how your mother taught you, you can't even call a father, I really don't understand the etiquette, and I don't know how you got into the jinshi like this." Step by step, Chaodong Haoyang came over, ready to teach this unfilial son a lesson.
When my father was alive, he always spoiled this little bastard, he was simply too partial, and even if he wanted to teach this unfilial son a lesson. Now that his father is gone, there is no one to support this little bastard. He must educate him about filial piety!
Looking at Dong Wenbo's aggressive appearance, Dong Haoyang sneered and kowtowed towards Dong Boyu's spiritual position, "Grandfather, please forgive me, grandson is also forced to."
As soon as Dong Haoyang's voice fell, Dong Wenbo had already walked in front of him and slapped him.
A cold light flashed in Dong Haoyang's eyes, he neatly grabbed the hand he swiped, and twisted sharply.
"Ah!!!" Dong Wenbo knelt on the ground in a strange posture, howling in pain, "You rebel, let go!!!"
Dong Haoyang sneered and threw Dong Wenbo out of the mourning hall with his arm twisted behind him.
Dong Wenbo regained his freedom, and felt extremely ashamed and angry at the humiliating scene just now. With a dark face, he wanted to fan Dong Haoyang, but was fixed in place by Dong Haoyang's cold eyes.
"You'd better be honest. I was merciful to you because I saw my grandfather's face. If you are still like this, don't blame me." Dong Haoyang's voice was particularly cold, and Dong Wenbo was frightened for a while. It wasn't until Dong Haoyang walked in again that he slowly recovered.
"What, do you need me to invite you out?" Dong Haoyang said to Shui Xirong, who was still standing in the mourning hall, his voice was as cold as the cold winter.
Shui Xirong took a step back in fear, and then hurriedly walked out of the mourning hall, but somehow stepped on the air and fell directly.
Although Dong Haoyang hid quickly, Shui Xirong's arm still landed on his feet.
The slight pain in his feet made Dong Haoyang frown, but he didn't care. He didn't wait for Shui Xirong to get up, he pulled out his feet, turned around and knelt down in front of the futon.
Shui Xirong got up from the ground in embarrassment, and walked out of the mourning hall in a panic.
A few people didn't even bother to look at her.
No one noticed the silver light flashing between her fingers under the sunlight.