Upon hearing the immortal death of Lao Fengjun, Feng Jue and Cheng Jing's thinking reached a high degree of unity—
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However, Liu Ji Lao Lai had thought of this possibility for a long time, and concluded the death of Lao Fengjun one step ahead of time.
If it is a step later, I am afraid that the news that "the unfilial granddaughter is separated into the independent clan, and the ancient grandmother died of anger" will spread ups and downs.
Feng Jue sneered, "It seems that Liu's success in Hejian County did not depend entirely on luck."
Cheng Jing inserted his hands into his sleeves and glanced at Feng Jue calmly.
"After all, it is a noble family, and it is nature and instinct to seek benefits and avoid disadvantages..."
This can also be regarded as crisis public relations, and Liu's response to this matter is remarkable.
Feng Jue's lips curled into a sneer, and there was a bit of sarcasm in her words, "If this happened, Liu's family is completely safe."
Lao Fengjun is the Liu family's old Fengjun, she has a different meaning to the entire clan, and her funeral is also the funeral of the entire clan.
Huang Song didn't want to be criticized by the world and reviled by history books, so naturally he couldn't let Liu Clan have an accident during Lao Fengjun's mourning period.
This is a disguised death-free gold medal.
Cheng Jing's eyelids sank, and he said indifferently, "It's just clever."
The funeral crisis was done well, and he ran off against Huang Song in disguise and protected himself. At the same time, he also showed his favor to Jiang Pengji and helped her find a reason to send troops.
Once this matter is over, even if Jiang Pengji doesn't reuse Liu's, she can't completely put Liu's aside and become moldy.
Knowing this, Huang Song immediately had a bitter face.
After a long while, he let out a long sigh and asked his wife Qi Chaolan to help him prepare a small ceremony of condolence.
Mrs. Qi asked him, "What are you going to do with this? Is there an elder in the family who passed away?"
Huang Song said, "It's not that the elders in the family passed away, Lan Ting's grandmother passed away. As Lan Ting's friend, Wei Huo is naturally the younger generation of this old lady. According to the friendship between Wei Hu and Lan Ting, the old lady drove a crane to the west, and the younger generation was in love with the old lady. Lidu should be there to offer condolences."
There was a hint of astonishment in Mrs. Qi's eyes, and she was helpless and funny at the same time.
Huang Song and Jiang Pengji's personal friendship is really good, but both of them have made plans to plot against each other, and this friendship is too weird.
"That old lady is the grandmother of Duke Lanting, and considering her age, it should be a happy funeral." Madam Qi's heart changed, she roughly knew what to prepare, she asked Huang Song hesitantly, "Now at this juncture, old man When people pass away, isn't Langjun passive?"
Huang Song spread his hands and rolled his eyes, looking like he was unlovable.
"Isn't it rumored that the outside world took Hejian County for her husband, imprisoned the Liu clan, and scared the old lady to death?"
It makes sense logically, but Huang Song always feels that this is a black pot.
If it wasn't for Liu's conclusion that the coffin was closed too quickly, he would have thrown the blame on Jiang Pengji, his best friend, with his backhand.
Maybe it was Jiang Pengji's independent sect who made the old and stubborn old man have a brain hemorrhage!
However, Huang Song had already been poured into a basin of sewage.
Instead of this, it is better to be more magnanimous, and take the initiative to come to the door to offer condolences and worship as a junior, but it can clean up oneself.
In any case, he was just indirectly "pissed off" by the old lady, and it wasn't intentional.
Madam Qi raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "Is there really someone out there who is so indiscriminate?"
Huang Song said, "It's just some idiots, this bit of evil words can't slander me."
Mrs. Qi felt uncomfortable.
"In this way, you still want to come to the door to offer condolences and worship?"
If it was her, she vomited to death.
"Lanting is in Maruzhou, the first seven will definitely not be able to make it, and there is no way to go to the funeral for my grandmother. I should help her when I have a friendship with her husband. Take ten thousand steps back and say that even if it is not for Lanting, my husband should also appear on the scene. With an attitude, dodging and dodging instead of sitting down and feeling guilty.”
Mrs. Qi's expression darkened.
The Liu clan is covered with white flags, and the mourning hall is cold and solemn. The clan members will show a weeping look, whether they are sincere or fake. The old lady's son, daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren all wear sackcloth and filial piety. wall…
Huang Song came to the door to offer condolences and worship, and many people felt that he really deserved to be beaten.
However, the situation is stronger than that of people. Today, Hejian County is in the hands of Huang Song, and no one dares to confront him head-on.
In just a few days, Liu Ji's ashes turned completely white, turning into a lifeless and shiny silver-white, his entire body was hunched, and his face was more than a year older. When Huang Song arrived, Liu Ji stepped forward to meet him with the help of Liu Heng, forcibly cheered up and greeted Huang Song.
Huang Song assumed the attitude of a junior, advancing and retreating in a moderate manner, but instead made some unknowing Liu clan people angry and have nowhere to go.
He came to offer condolences today, and he didn't end up with incense sticks, and he also wrote a sacrificial text for the old lady.
Of course, he didn't write this sacrificial text. He asked Nie Xun to write it on behalf of him. His literary talent was definitely not worse than that of Confucian scholars.
Many people were saddened and moved when they read the sacrifice, and the old lady's daughter and daughter-in-law cried so much that they were so sad that they couldn't help themselves.
Based on this, Huang Song fiercely brushed off a wave of goodwill, and washed most of the black pot he was carrying.
No matter how evil others say, they are not good at scolding them.
Since the fall of Hejian County, Jiang Pengji sent troops to the front.
When the news of the old lady's death reached her, Jiang Pengji was still stunned.
She didn't have the slightest impression of this cheap grandmother. She rummaged through Liu Xi's memory, and barely found a few scattered memories in the corner.
According to Liu Xi's memory, this grandmother was extremely mean and indifferent to others, and she was also deeply disgusted with Liu Xi.
If there are still people around, she really wants to say something about her troubles.
Thinking so in my heart, there was a look of horror and sadness on my face, and my body seemed to be shaking unsteadily.
"Master—"
"My lord's day to mourn and change!"
Jiang Pengji's acting skills were so superb that no one could see the flaws at all.
They couldn't think of a master whose master could be calm even when his grandmother died.
Oh, that wasn't her grandmother, but nobody else knew about it.
Jiang Pengji's blood faded, and her eyes were full of bloodshots and tears.
She raised her hand and grabbed Wei Ci's hand, holding it tightly, as if to draw reassuring strength from it.
Her lips moved, her eyes rolled, and she fainted.
It's not that Jiang Pengji's acting skills are insufficient, it's just that she doesn't have similar experience and is afraid of acting differently. In her last life, she didn't even know who her biological parents were. When she was a few years old, she was sent to the Special Military Academy by her adoptive parents to be trained as genetic warriors. Jiang Pengji's rationality was complete, but there were still many vacancies in her relationship. Let her vividly portray a filial little girl who lost her grandmother, she really can't do it!
With an idea, Jiang Pengji used Bailing's trick of pretending to be unconscious.
Her fainting is frightening to death!
Qi Guanrang took advantage of the chaos to secretly hold Jiang Pengji's pulse, and after confirming the pulse condition, he released his hand without a trace.
Very good, not slippery veins!
Although Qi Guanrang has been looking forward to the shadow of the young master, if the master is pregnant at this juncture, he will really feel pain.
It's not like being pregnant!
Jiang Pengji beat drums in her heart: "..."
Wen Zheng found out that she was pretending to be unconscious