The departure of some relatives is like a mountain torrent and a mudslide.
It always comes unexpectedly, too quickly, without giving you any time to mentally prepare.
There is no hiding or escaping.
This is true for loved ones when they face death, and it will be the same for living people when they are responsible for welcoming the sudden sadness!
All things in the world arise and perish, and they are inseparable from the word "fate".
The residence of the Northern Shenyuan Domain Prince, the seat of the enfeoffment.
That extremely famous sacred mountain villa, today, the entire villa is decorated with plain elements.
The huge village was covered with white silk and satin used in memorials. Everyone was covered in linen, and it was all white to the eye.
It's sun, yin.
There was a steady drizzle, and the ground was hazy.
At the main entrance of the manor, the lord of the vassal, who had already taken off his green and gold python robe and was dressed in plain white linen clothes. Accompanied by dozens of servants, he stood quietly in the rain holding an umbrella, waiting for the last three people in the family. The return of the famous daughter.
There were three people walking together in the rain, two women and one man walking in a hurry, without an umbrella, approaching in the rain.
They were Ling Zhen, a young man in green robes, Ling Yishui, who had changed into a brand new white robe, and Ling Xiaoxiao, a woman in white robes.
The three of them quickly arrived at the manor, and the old manor owner stepped forward to greet them. He wanted to ask about the status of the war against the Demon Cult, but when he saw the completely different appearance and figure of his eighth daughter, Ling Xiaoxiao, his expression became abnormal. With a look of surprise, Ling Pu asked in a trembling voice: "Xiaoxiao, how did you become like this..."
Ling Xiaoxiao pushed away the umbrella Xia Rong came over and insisted on getting out of the rain. She said sadly: "Dad, don't worry about it now. I just want to know, where is my mother? Tell me, where is my mother now?!"
The king of the Shenyuan clan, who was wearing white linen, sighed and said in a deep voice: "The letter has already written it very clearly, your mother... has already gone."
Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands, took a step back, and kept silent.
Ling Pu, the head of the Ling family, looked at his seventh daughter Ling Yishui, frowned and asked, "Yishui, where is your husband Jiang Hu? Why didn't he follow?"
Ling Yishui just lowered her head, timidly refusing to raise her head, like a poor child who was afraid of being punished by his father for doing something wrong.
At this time, the young man in green robe standing next to him rudely opened his voice and shouted at Master Ling: "Isn't it because you, the great vassal king, have too much power and pressure? That man surnamed Jiang is as timid as a rat, and he was so frightened by you that he didn’t dare to come!”
Hearing his son's strange words, Ling Pu looked slightly displeased and said, "Zhen'er, what do you mean? Are you talking sarcastically? Just tell the truth about what happened and go to school."
Ling Zhen also refused to take an umbrella to hide from the rain, letting the rain fall on his face and body. He sneered a few times and said slowly: "My seventh sister has been enduring the domestic violence of Jiang Hu for these years, and she has suffered unspeakably. ! You, Ling Pu, were kept in the dark from the beginning to the end. Do you think this is particularly ridiculous and absurd? "
Ling Pu, the owner of the villa, was startled, stared and said, "Is this happening?!"
As the king of the dynasty's most important town, he raised his eyebrows and asked Ling Yishui, his seventh daughter, "Yishui, is your brother's truth true? Is your husband...that thief Jiang Hu really bullying you till now?"
Ling Yishui was silent for a moment, still lowering his head, and responded in a low voice: "In the first half a year, Jiang Hu was pretty good to me, but then there was a quarrel between husband and wife, and I accidentally said something harsh, and he slapped me directly. From then on, From now on, almost all of them will beat me..."
Ling Zhen, the ninth son of the Ling family, twitched the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Have you heard it? Domestic violence is something like this. Once there is a first offense, there will be countless offenses. In the past few years, my seventh sister has been in Bie Rao's territory. I have suffered so much, and you, the father of the vassal king, don’t know any news at all. I really don’t understand how you became this ‘father’!”
Ling Pu frowned very tightly. As the king of the vassal vassal, he felt particularly uneasy at the moment. He knew that he was in the wrong. However, his son could only say in a deep voice to his seventh daughter Ling Yishui: "Yishui, These past few years have been really hard on you, don’t worry, dad will definitely make it up to you in the future..."
"Seventh sister, you can still make up for it, but what about my mother?"
Ling Zhen raised her voice and interrupted her father's words sternly, "After more than thirty years of marriage, you asked my mother to give you eight daughters and one son. Haha, if she hadn't given birth to so many children in her life, she might not be in good health. So if you lose, maybe you will get ten or twenty more years! In order to carry on the family line and continue the incest of the Ling family, my mother must give birth to a son... Ling Pu, do you feel at ease?!"
The last sentence that directly called for the life of the old village owner was particularly sonorous and powerful, and the words were clear and pronounced.
As soon as these words came out, all the servants present, without exception, were extremely frightened, with fear in their chests, and their calves were trembling with fear.
They all feel that these words are tantamount to rebellion, and can be said to be murderous and heart-wrenching.
How dare anyone in this world really dare to say such things to the dignified King Shenyuan? !
Even Ling Xiaoxiao and Ling Yishui standing nearby were quite shocked. They didn't expect that their younger brother would dare to question their father in such a rude manner.
It's really...a bit too much!
Obviously, after hearing this, King Ling was very angry. His breathing became rapid and his face turned red.
Ling Pu, the leader of the village, widened his eyes and yelled angrily: "How can you be so unruly when talking to your father? It's no big deal?!"
Ling Zhen squinted his narrow eyes, sneered a few times, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Dad, look, is there even a single word in what I said that's wrong?"
The anger on Ling Pu's face subsided slightly, and he snorted heavily through his nose, "What else is wrong? Putting aside etiquette, do you have any conscience in what you say? If your mother hadn't given birth to so many children, where would you be in this world, Ling Pu? Are you really alive? You can still stand here and talk to me like this?"
Ling Zhen, the ninth child of the Ling family, raised his head and laughed. After laughing, he stopped laughing immediately and still had a gloomy face.
Wearing a green robe, he raised his head slightly and stared into his father's eyes, "It's so interesting, Dad, twenty years ago, it was I who begged you to give birth to me? It wasn't you and my mother who didn't ask for permission at all. You gave birth to me without my permission? Since I didn't want to be born, how can you have a bad conscience? If possible, I wish I had never been born, or exchanged my life for my mother's life so that my mother could Come to life and lie down in that coffin..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a clear "snap", and it was the old man Ling Pu who raised his hand and slapped his son firmly on the face.
With this slap, Ling Pu didn't even exert one-tenth of his strength. As a result, Ling Zhen was not seriously injured, but there was still a ray of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"I really spoiled you so much in the past that I actually gave you the courage to say these treasonous things!"
Ling Pu was extremely angry and shouted, "Are you going to rebel? Do you still have me as your father in your eyes?!"
Ling Xiaoxiao saw that her father was so angry that he was furious. He was afraid that after his ninth brother got slapped, he would say something stupid again in anger, which would really end badly.
She then carefully reached out her hand, pulled Ling Zhen's arm a few times, came closer, and whispered: "That's alright, brother, please apologize to daddy."
Ling Zhen quickly wiped away the blood stains on his mouth, with cold eyes, and bowed down to bow to his father as an apology. Without saying a word, he walked straight into the village gate in the rain.
The two women in white, Ling Xiaoxiao and Ling Yishui, all followed. The three of them walked very quickly, leaving only the three hurried figures of the old village owner Ling behind.
The vassal king Lingpu looked back at his three children and stood there blankly, silent for a long time.
After the three people were completely gone, the village owner let out a long sigh.
With this sigh, Ling Pu's eyes were completely dull and his face was filled with silence.
In a daze, he felt that he had aged several years.
Ling Zhen took the lead, followed closely by the two girls Xiaoxiao and Yishui.
The three siblings of the Ling family braved the rain and walked through the alleyway decorated with white silk and satin, and arrived at the "mourning hall" specially set up in the village.
In the hall, there is the sandalwood coffin of husband Rao, the owner of the village, with large wreaths placed on both sides. There are also dozens of guests who came specially to express their condolences. They all bowed and bowed their heads in silence. The atmosphere was full of sadness. Very solemn and solemn.
The large word "mourning" hangs high above the west head, elegiac couplets hang on the left and right, and sacrificial curtains are erected.
On the altar table, the newly carved spiritual tablet containing the deceased is enshrined.
Yao Ying, the wife of Ling Pu, the king of Shenyuan vassal, died of illness.
He was fifty-nine years old, with less than half a month left before his upcoming sixtieth birthday.
There were six people kneeling neatly in front of the coffin with the spiritual tablets.
Wearing plain silk and a white scarf on her head, she is mourning her deceased mother.
The eldest daughter, Ling Fengge, had no expression on her beautiful face, her eyes were wet and red, her lips were pursed, and she was staring at her mother's memorial plaque.
The second daughter, Ling Jieao, was the tallest and said nothing. She lowered her head and stared at the brazier, burning pieces of paper money for her mother.
The third girl, Ling Taohua, felt uncontrollable pain in her heart, like a long knife stirring her chest, so she cried the loudest and choked with tears.
The fourth girl, Ling Xingchui, and the fifth girl, Ling Xingchui, hugged each other and cried incessantly.
The sixth daughter, Ling Youjun, also cried non-stop, but although her cries were loud, no tears fell, she was just howling.
Ling Yishui and Ling Xiaoxiao, the seventh and eighth daughters of the Ling family, who were identical in white clothes, knelt down next to Ling Youjun after entering the hall.
The eight sisters of Lingmen, all dressed in white, knelt in a row facing the spiritual throne.
There is only one "exception".
Only Jiuzi Lingzhen didn't have time to change into Dai Xiaoma clothes, so he wore the blue robe.
A little bit of green among the white bushes is particularly conspicuous and eye-catching!
After Ling Yishui knelt down, she burst into tears and whispered softly, repeating the word "mother" over and over again.
Ling Xiaoxiao just cried loudly, as if she was mentally broken. While crying, she shouted loudly: "Mom, you were fine before going out. Why are you not here when you come back... Mom, please get up and take a look. I have become stronger now, and I am no longer the Ling Xiaoxiao I used to be! I didn’t have time to fulfill my filial duty to you, so you must have left too early..."
The son wants to be raised, but the mother does not wait for him.
One of the saddest things in the world!
Ling Zhen, who was dressed in a blue robe, took out the famous red-pink sword Hong Mo from the ring, held it in his hand, and walked slowly forward to the coffin with Yao Ying's body lying inside.
The Lingshu had not yet been sealed, so Ling Zhen was able to take a last look at his mother's familiar face.
It has been seven days since Yao Ying died of illness.
His face was as pale as powder, without any trace of blood.
His cheeks were deeply sunken, his hands were folded on his abdomen, and he was lying quietly among the flowers.
Hearing the cries of the sisters, the young man felt sad and couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes.
Ling Zhen's voice choked up and she said: "Mom, I dreamed about you a few days ago, and you were smiling at me in the dream. Unfortunately, the dream was too short, and it ended in a while. With a bang, there was nothing left... …”
"Oh, by the way, mother, do you know? I have prepared a birthday gift for you. It is a sword box, smelted with golden sharp stone. The box is beautiful and golden. You will definitely like it! When the time comes, Just put your Hongmo inside..."
Ling Zhen was crying with tears streaming down her face, "Mom, wake up, my birthday gift hasn't been sent out yet... If you continue to be so snooty, you won't be able to see your son get married and start a family, and you won't be able to have grandchildren! Wake up! When you wake up, listen to your child, mother... My child is reluctant to let you go. If I had known I wouldn't be able to see you for the last time, I shouldn't have gone out that way in the first place. I was so unfilial. Why didn't I listen to you? …”
The whole hall was filled with sadness and desolation.
The eight daughters and one son of the Ling family were all indoors, and their cries were touching.
The young man in green robe knelt on the right side of the coffin, placed one hand lightly on the edge of the coffin, and pressed his forehead against the wooden board. He did not want his tears to drip into the coffin and rain on his mother's body.
Tears one after another rolled down from his eyes and fell to the ground. Ling Zhen choked and sobbed, with a thick nasal voice in his words as he cried.
The louder the cry, the louder the cry.
Not only him, but the other eight Ling sisters also moved with Ling Zhen's words and cries, feeling extremely sad.
Just when everyone in the house was losing control of their emotions and crying continuously, a terrifying and extremely angry voice suddenly sounded outside!
The roar of thunder seemed to come from the sky from a great height and fall to the world.
The woman in white, Ling Xiaoxiao, seemed to have noticed something, and she suddenly stood up, her expression became extremely nervous as if facing a formidable enemy.
Immediately, she rushed out of the mourning hall door at extremely fast speed.
There was an old man in a green shirt, wielding his sword alone, and stirred up a hundred feet of sea water in the "Sea Palace" in an attempt to water the manor and flood the palace building of the Shenyuan Lord!
The old man yelled loudly, and the sound echoed to the ground, and every word was like thunder - "Ling Pu, you are an old man, why are you still a coward after everything you have done? Get out of here quickly!"
The old man in the blue Confucian shirt wants to overcome all obstacles and get rid of the anger and resentment accumulated in his chest for many years by himself.
Today, Wenjian has the entire Shenshan Villa!
