Rebirth: Hou Men's Noble Wife

Dongyang Zhoufan stumbled and ran home. The servant Aming, who usually served by him, got the news from somewhere, and he followed Dongyang Zhoufan in panic.

Looking at the mansion door hanging in front of me with white satin hanging, even the mighty stone lions on both sides were hung with big white flowers folded by white satin.

At this moment, Dongyang Zhoufan completely believed Yan Jian's words. The faint struggle in his heart seemed to be the last effort of a child who was lonely and desperate.

With his hands on his knees, his usually straight back also bent slightly. Dongyang Zhoufan was breathing heavily, and there seemed to be tears scratches at the corners of his eyes.

Aming took the next step and rushed back from Dongyang Zhoufan. Looking at the scene in front of him, the person who was usually very eloquent and spoke happily didn't know how to speak at this time.

After enduring for a long time, I saw that my master was just bent his back and panting, and his eyes seemed to be still unbelievable, staring at the big white flowers hanging high on both sides of the door plaque. Without moving for a long time, Amin spoke tentatively

, "Young Master... Are we going in?"

It was only then that it seemed as if it had come back to its senses. Dongyang Zhoufan murmured to himself, "Yes, go in, we should go in."

Taking heavy steps, Dongyang Zhoufan felt that he had walked countless steps since he was a child, and he was walking the steps countless times. At this time, he seemed like a distant foreign land, making him walk so heavily and not afraid.

At this moment, the tightly closed door of the Dongyang family was opened from the inside. The harsh sound of beating gongs and drums hit Dongyang Zhoufan's ears. The sound passed through the ears and entered the person directly.

The heart.

Dongyang Xi and an old man led by an old man, the eldest wife, the second concubine, Su Shiwan, and the women who could not name Dongyang Zhoufan came out one by one.

But behind the man, there were several people wearing arms, white cloth wrapped around his waist, and a circle of white cloth wrapped around his head.

Dongyangxi and his group saw Dongyang Zhoufan standing in front of the door, wearing a mess, not at all surprised. However, Dongyang Zhoufan was shocked and trembled all over. Looking at the luxurious coffin carried by someone, they thought to themselves that it was his own.

A man who loves all his life and is also a man who quietly hates him. How many things he has done are just to prove that he has appeared in his eyes, his father.

He trembled his hands and legs, and even his black eyes could see trembling traces. Dongyang Zhoufan walked forward in horror.

The eldest lady was crying aggrievedly, and she felt a little bit of self-blame. When she saw her son, the already surging tears were like a rolling flood.

"Fan'er, your father... your father......" The eldest lady sobbed and couldn't speak.

Su Shiwan, who was standing beside her, was vaguely tears. Seeing Dongyang Zhoufan, who was so sad at this moment, a trace of complex emotions that were incomprehensible across her eyes.

At this time, maids had already walked up to the door, simply serving Dongyang Zhoufan wearing mourning clothes and hats.

Dongyang Zhoufan was like a puppet, and the maids were serving him, but his black eyes were staring at the coffin where Dongyang Rui was.

The eldest lady walked to Dongyang Zhoufan regardless of the matter and cried, "Fan'er, Fan'er, mother's Fan'er!"

At this time, the eldest lady had too many words to say to Dongyang Zhoufan. Unfortunately, this scene made her only look at Dongyang Zhoufan and call his name, but she didn't dare to say what she was in her heart.

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Seeing that Dongyang Zhoufan was already dressed, the old man standing next to Dongyangxi spoke, "Okay, Zhoufan, you hold your father's portrait. This auspicious time cannot be delayed. Let's go on the road at this time!"

The old man who spoke was actually the clan leader of the Dongyang family who was ignorant of the world. He usually did not live in the Dongyang family. It can be said that he was like Dongyang. He had 365 days a year, and he had 300 days.

When traveling outside, I am older, but my body is extremely tough.

However, this clan leader who is in charge of affairs has a very ordinary status in the Dongyang family and can be convinced by others when speaking. This wise old man was not in Shangjing and didn't want to do so, because of the three-year spring test, so

I came back to stay in Beijing for a while, but I didn't expect that I encountered the sudden death of Dongyang Rui.

This was originally a loss of Dongyangxi host, but it naturally turned into the old man Dongyang Liu, who suddenly visited.

Dongyang Zhoufan had seen Dongyang Liu, and he respected Dongyang Liu very much. He immediately pulled out of the complex emotions in his heart and helped the eldest lady who was buried in him and kept crying with one hand, then he answered with both hands.

A portrait of Dongyang Rui.

The joy of beating gongs and drums along the way was no longer hidden because of the return of Dongyang Zhoufan, and the whole streets of Shangjing were filled with a sad mood.

Because Dongyang Rui's last wish is to keep everything simple, Dongyang Xi also asked His Majesty the peak emperor of power in the deep palace. Therefore, many colleagues in the court wanted to send Dongyang Rui, but were waived by the emperor's imperial edict.

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Therefore, the mourning teams at this time were just people from the Dongyang family.

The people watching the fun on both sides of the street didn't know at first which family in Shangjing died. When they saw Dongyang Zhoufan, one of the four young masters of Shangjing, they saw clearly the portrait in their hands, and they were all puzzled.

This Dongyang Rui, Lord Dongyang passed away?

With the gongs and drums along the way and the discussions of the people watching the fun, the Dongyang family's mourning team finally arrived at the destination--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Following along the way, watching along the way, a handsome man hidden in the crowd fell into the mourning team with deep eyes. Unlike others who saw each other, he seemed to be looking for someone in the mourning team.

Generally, when the eyes finally found the person they were looking for, the thin lips that were tightly pursed could not help but hooked upwards, revealing a subtle smile.

Seeing that man graceful and graceful, although he had cried, he was not as embarrassed as others said. The handsome and extraordinary man lowered his hat and turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the crowd.

Su Shiwan, who has been following Dongyang Zhoufan and trying hard to play the role of a heartbroken daughter-in-law, always felt that a gaze was always stuck on her. When everyone stopped, they knelt on the ground.

The invited man dug a hole and the mage was doing rituals aside. Su Shiwan followed her intuition and then looked at the crowd with her eyes.

What caught my eye was strange, either gossip, sympathy, or smiling faces. Su Shiwan was confused. Could it be that she felt wrong?

At this moment, the back that was far away from the crowd on his back made Su Shiwan feel twitch. Is that back him? A familiar feeling arose in his heart, and another kind of feeling mixed in this familiar feeling

Something called joy?

It was not only Su Shiwan who felt that his eyes were stuck on him. At this time, Dongyang Zhoufan, who had finally calmed down, also felt a fierce look on him. The gaze burned his heart more and more

disturbed.

However, Dongyang Zhoufan had not had time to search for the master of the gaze in the crowd. The mage who finished the ritual began to shout: "Young Master Dongyang, please lead everyone to add a piece of loess to Lord Dongyang's grave," he said.

The respect and hope for Lord Dongyang is that he will bless the Dongyang family with endless blessings.”

All the people from the Dongyang family, big and small, added a handful of loess to Dongyang Rui's grave due to customs. Su Shiwan calmed down and followed everyone to fill the soil on the grave. Unexpectedly, just as she held the loess in her hand, she was sailed by the Dongyang boat beside her.

Touch your elbow.

Dongyang Zhoufan deliberately lowered his voice in his ears, "What's going on with my father? Why did he leave so suddenly?"

There was obvious questioning in the words.

Humph, what's going on? It was your dear third aunt, Yu Danman, who poisoned him personally, and finally used your mother's hand to speed up the death period of your father. This was all the evil that you, Dongyang Zhoufan, had done by yourself.

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Although Su Shiwan was thinking this way, she shook her head in a daze, "My husband, Shiwan has been recuperating in Princess Baihua's palace because of her miscarriage. She really doesn't know what's going on at home, so

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"Stop, can you miscarriage? My father has always been in good health. It's impossible that just a little wind and cold is gone. Su Shiwan, you'd better tell me what you know honestly, otherwise I'll be like

If you pinch an ant to kill you, you should understand that at this time, no one in Dongyang’s family is your backer except me, Dongyang Zhoufan.”

While adding soil to Dongyang Rui's grave, Dongyang Zhoufan said to Su Shiwan in a low voice but threatening manner. In the eyes of others, it seemed like two young couples who were not as good as their new love, comforting each other.

It seemed like it was very difficult. Su Shiwan bit her lip and then said, "Mr. Husband, please go home and ask the servants at home. If Shiwan said it, Husband, I will definitely say that Shiwan is gossiping.

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"Zhoufan, come here and kowtow three times to your father. Even if the courtesy is done," just as Dongyang Zhoufan was still waiting to say something, Dongyangxi, not far away, shouted at Dongyang Zhoufan in a calm voice.

"I'm going back to settle the score with you!"

After throwing this sentence, Dongyang Zhoufan walked towards the grave and respectfully kowtowed three times to Dongyang Rui's grave.

Tell, settle the score? I wonder if you, Dongyang Zhoufan, can you show off your power like this when you, Dongyang Zhoufan, know the bloody truth.

The workers who built the cemetery were still busy. According to the rules, the Dongyang family members should have returned home.

The group of people walked all the way to the Association under the leadership of the old patriarch Liu in Dongyang.