78. Chapter 78 I can't blame me for finding my own death 8
Butler Liu quickly agreed and nodded in agreement.
"But how is this possible? That useless Murong Feixue, the Murong Feixue who has accomplished nothing, can be so ruthless?" Murong Qiuqing lowered her head and spoke as if gibbering.
"Second Miss? Second Miss, are you okay?" Butler Liu asked worriedly, worried that Murong Qiuqing would be hit too hard.
"Humph, what can happen to me? She is deliberately killing the chicken to show the monkey! Use the third sister's mourning hall to warn me not to have any ideas about her again, hahaha...a joke!"
Murong Qiuqing's expression suddenly became fierce, and she spoke hysterically: "Who am I, Murong Qiuqing, how can I be afraid of this little storm? When it comes to her... tomorrow, I can let her accompany my third sister!"
When Butler Liu heard this, he was still a little confused. His eyes rolled around a few times, and then he remembered that tomorrow is the day when the second lady returns home.
With this handle, the fourth young lady will definitely be connected. Even if the two sisters fell down, as long as the blame was placed on Murong Feixue, her mother would whip her and beat her severely. Now, the third sister
I was killed by her, it would be weird if I didn’t want her to pay for her life...
"Hehehe...Sister, walk slower on the road to hell, that little bitch will pay for you with his life soon..." Murong Qiuqing looked up at the sky and laughed strangely.
After figuring it out, Butler Liu also accompanied Murong Qiuqing, smiling like a dogleg...
In the early morning, when the bright red sunlight had just climbed up the mountain and the entire imperial capital was still sleeping, a series of loud suonas, firecrackers and cries came from Murong's mansion.
It seems that what Murong Qiuqing said about Murong Yeyao before is really imprinted. Now she really has a bunch of people crying in front of her coffin...
Murong Feixuexiang decorated the entire Murong Mansion into a white world. White cloths were spread on the tables and chairs, white wreaths were placed in the room, and the yard was full of white paper money.
Murong Qiuqing and Murong Feixue were in strange harmony, standing silently in front of Murong Yeyao's mourning hall, as if they were temporarily shaking hands to make peace.
The only ones who were more noisy were the maids and servants who kept crying in front of Murong Yeyao's memorial tablet...
"Tick-tick, tick-tock..."
The piercing suona and firecrackers were so loud that they almost shook the sky. Neighbors and streets all heard the noise and came out to discuss it.
"The Murong family, one of the four major families, has a funeral? Who passed away?"
"Maybe he's the head of the Murong family, right? Eh... it's so unpredictable!"
"Still sighing? Why don't you hurry up and prepare the gift money? Hurry up and give the gifts..."
When people heard the news, many people went to the coffin shop to buy a series of things. They arrived in groups of twos and threes and arrived at Murong's mansion in an endless stream. They put down their condolence gifts and followed the people in Murong's mansion to cry, mostly in vain.
, and did not see clearly who died in the mourning hall.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock..." The suonas and trumpets playing more lively have woken up the entire capital.
At three o'clock in the morning, one or two carriages arrived at the door of Murong's mansion.
The driver driving the carriage raised his head and looked at the white door of Murong's mansion. He was stunned for a long time. After finally blinking and confirming that he had not gone to the wrong door, he shouted to the carriage behind him in a trembling voice: "Old man
