the next day.

Ye Siming rode on a horse and brought two langxu troops to the outside of Feng's house.

When Lord Feng heard that Marquis Yongye was ordered to mourn on behalf of the emperor, he hurriedly greeted him at the door.

Ye Siming got off his horse and frowned calmly after seeing the appearance of Lord Feng.

A person, in just a few days, haggard so quickly.

Ye Siming only met this Lord Feng half a month ago.

At the time, he was still full of energy.

Today, the gully under Master Feng's eyes is deep, and there is a dark blue glow that has not slept well.

A thin face was sunken in, like a wandering soul, and his eyes were full of grief.

Ye Siming was silent for a moment.

Master Feng had already folded his hands and staggered up.

"The Marquis came here to mourn the little girl. I have received the gift from the emperor. This minister is very grateful." As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was bitter and hoarse.

Ye Siming turned around, took a gift box from the hands of the Langxu Army soldiers and handed it over.

"The Reincarnation Sutra that the emperor asked me to send, you can burn it in front of your lady's coffin to help her die."

Master Feng reached out and took it, holding it in his arms, bloodshot eyes filled with red tears.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you Marquis..." He sighed heavily.

Ye Siming followed Lord Feng into the mansion.

The Feng's house was covered with zisu spirit flags, and there were many relatives, friends, and officials and colleagues who came to mourn.

The Taoist priest invited by the Feng family recited scriptures in the courtyard.

Someone entered the mourning hall, but was helped out crying.

Ye Siming swept his thin eyes and looked around.

Lord Feng asked the maid to write down the names of the guests who came to mourn on the paper.

Ye Siming glanced down and said, "Write down the names of me and the princess."

"I was able to come to visit this time because she thought of it in advance, so she suggested to the emperor to find me to appease Mr. Feng's grief."

Master Feng listened for a moment, then raised his sleeves and wiped away his tears.

"Thank you for your compassion, Her Royal Highness."

He also thought that the emperor had always been angry with his daughter Feng Zhiyu's actions.

But I didn't expect that I could arrange Yong Yehou today, and the princess's credit.

Guests who come to mourn will enter the mourning hall and send a joss stick to the deceased.

Ye Siming's thin lips pursed slightly: "I can't go in, so I'll take a look here. Master Feng, let's go."

Master Feng nodded.

At this time, a sharp quarrel suddenly came from the mourning hall—

"I don't care! This is my daughter. I can't let her be alone on the mountain and become a ghost!"

Master Feng's expression changed, and he said to Ye Siming, "Master Hou, I'm sorry for you."

He hurriedly turned back into the mourning hall.

Ye Siming glanced sideways and saw that Mr. Feng was supporting Mrs. Feng and facing the elders of the Feng family.

An old man from the Feng family is persuading the couple.

"I can understand the pain of your daughter's bereavement, but according to the rules, unmarried women cannot be buried in ancestral graves, it will ruin Feng Shui!"

Madam Feng's mental state was extremely poor, and when she heard the words, she spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"I don't care about these breaking rules, my daughter, I have the final say! Get out, get out!"

She picked up the pear on the offering table and threw it at the old man.

The scene was suddenly chaotic.

Ye Siming frowned slightly, feeling that he didn't need to stay any longer.

So he left with the wolf army.

As soon as Ye Siming left, a young woman in a commoner's clothes chased him outside Feng's house.

She looked around in confusion.

"I saw him coming here just now, why is he missing again?"