Feng Wuyou closed her eyes and forced herself to suppress the sourness in her heart.

She came here today not to compete with the people of Changsun Mansion to see who is more sad.

Changsun Yunwei had a special relationship with Murong Yi. In addition, he died because of Murong Yi's mission. Even Murong Yi came to his funeral in person, and no one in the court, big or small, was present.

Feng Wuyou quickly looked around among these people, and soon she saw the target she was looking for.

On the left side, he is wearing a warrior robe, half a breastplate, and only wears white linen on the outermost part. This is Cheng Sian. Just a few days ago, he was appointed as the marching commander of the Northwest Road. Although his official position is not

Although it is too big, the authority under its governance is not small. These authorities were exactly what Changsun Yunwei was responsible for under Murong Yi in the past.

Not far behind him, there was a scribe who looked good, but his eyes were always moving, as if he was looking for any opportunity to make a profit.

This is Yu Zhou Wen of the Yu family, Dr. Jin Ziguanglu of Guanglu Temple, who just took office a day ago to fill the vacancy of Changsun Yunwei.

There was another person standing tall and straight behind Murong Yi. Even at the funeral, he could not hide his elation.

Xie Miao of the Xie family is the new commander of the Royal Forest Army...and this commander was originally held by eldest grandson Yunwei.

The closest personal guard to the emperor was naturally the person Murong Yi trusted the most.

When Changsun Yunwei was here, this position was not considered by others at all.

But now, this Xie Miao can actually be elected, which shows how powerful he, or the Xie family, is.

After glancing at these people, I suddenly heard a scream: "Feng Wuyou!"

Feng Wuyou subconsciously turned around, and just as he turned around, a sound of wind hit his face.

Feng Wuyou subconsciously wanted to hide, but when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he stopped moving.

"Crack!"

A slap hit Feng Wuyou's face hard.

Mrs. Changsun raised her hand and called her again, crying and shouting: "Feng Wuyou, give me back my lieutenant!"

Mrs. Changsun had been inside the mourning hall, and just now Changsun Yunchu ran over first. Therefore, she did not see Feng Wuyou who came behind.

He hugged his eldest grandson Yunchu and cried for a while. He raised his head and saw Feng Wuyou standing at the door of the mourning hall.

Regarding the cause of Changsun Yunwei's death, Mrs. Changsun has also heard about it these days. The version she has heard is naturally the one that is most common, that is: Feng Wuyou killed Changsun Yunwei.

This woman killed Wei'er, and now she dares to come to Wei'er's funeral. Which mother in the world can endure it?

So she rushed out immediately and tore Feng Wuyou apart fiercely.

Feng Wuyou pursed her lips and said nothing, nor did she stop Mrs. Changsun's movements.

This scene was extremely embarrassing.

Next to them were other relatives of the Changsun family, as well as some officials and common people at all levels who had long been resentful towards Feng Wuyou. They all shouted loudly: "Traitor! What shame do you have!"

"Let her kowtow to General Changsun!"

"Kill her! Bury her with General Changsun!"

Along with the sound, various things were thrown towards me.

When they came to the funeral, they couldn't bring anything with them, so they just threw whatever they had.

Stones, miscellaneous trees, shoes, and even spiritual flags... were all picked up by them and smashed against Feng Wuyou.

Feng Wuyou frowned slightly, but still didn't say anything.

There are some things that are useless to say, as long as she feels clear about them.

"what you do!"

At this time, Mrs. Changsun was also grabbed by someone.

The eldest grandson grabbed his wife, turned around and yelled at the others: "Do you want to make a fuss about my son's funeral and make it difficult for him to leave?"

It has to be said that Mr. Changsun is still very powerful. Even though he has been away from the battlefield for several years, when he gets angry, he can still frighten these people in an instant.

Suddenly, those people didn't dare to move anymore. Only the things they had just taken were thrown at them piecemeal uncontrollably.

A bright red fingerprint appeared on Feng Wuyou's cheek, and her hair was a little messy.

Mrs. Changsun was dragged by her husband, but she still cried: "Feng Wuyou, please give my son his life!"

Feng Wuyou glanced at Madam Changsun, then suddenly pointed her finger like a knife, pulled the hair that had become loose, and cut off a long lock of hair with one force.

"Sorry, I can't die yet."

Feng Wuyou whispered, then quickly stepped forward and placed the lock of hair on Changsun Yunwei's coffin.

Broken hair is like a severed head.

In ancient times, this was no different from being buried with oneself.

Even the excited Mrs. Changsun was stunned. She didn't expect Feng Wu to do such a thing.

All the civil and military officials in the courtyard were watching. From the moment they knew that Feng Wuyou was going to attend the funeral, they all planned to watch the fun.

Now...as expected.

Feng Wuyou, who had betrayed Xi Qin, and whom they had been helpless to do, was actually slapped by Mrs. Changsun! This... made them feel so happy to watch! And the scene in front of them was even more lively.

Buried with her hair, what did Feng Wuyou think of herself?

Changsun Yunwei's widow?

Feng Wuyou really didn't understand this point.

In Tianlan, only the husband or wife of the deceased would do it to cut off the hair and bury it with him.

No matter how bad it is, we still want to be an unmarried couple.

But Feng Wuyou really didn't know about this.

The reason why she did this was just because of the guilt in her heart and because she wanted to use some way to let Changsun Yunwei know that she would find the murderer for him.

At this time, the scene was silent, and many people had strange expressions on their faces.

Feng Wuyou's move... tsk tsk, if Xiao Jinglan knew about it, he would be so angry! But at this time, after observing for a long time, a man suddenly made a move! "Feng Wuyou, do you think General Changsun is rare?

"

A man jumped forward in a few steps and took off his hair in one fell swoop.

The lock of hair was fluttering and scattered on the ground. Feng Wuyou followed the hand that waved the hair and saw the person.

Yu Zhouwen, the person who succeeded Dr. Jin Ziguanglu, the eldest grandson of Yunwei.

Just now when everyone was staring at Feng Wuyou, he was staring at another person: Murong Yi.

He saw with his own eyes that when Feng Wuyou cut off his hair, Murong Yi's expression changed slightly for a moment.

He wasn't sure whether the change was what he had guessed.

But, I'm at least half sure.

So, after thinking about it again and again, he finally rushed out.

He waved away Feng Wuyou's hair and said loudly: "You killed General Changsun, and now you are acting coquettishly here. What kind of hair are you buried with? Do you think General Changsun cares about it?"

You don't deserve it at all..." He looked righteous and continued to speak impassionedly, but... bam! Feng Wuyou didn't even think about it, raised her foot and kicked him a few steps away.

The reason why Yu Zhouwen was able to be kicked so far was firstly because Feng Wuyou's choice of parts was very accurate, and secondly because Yu Zhouwen himself was a scribe and didn't have much kung fu.

But Feng Wuyou was extremely dissatisfied with the results she had caused. She looked at Yu Zhouwen coldly with a cold face.

"How dare you beat the imperial court..." He opened his mouth to howl, but when he saw Feng Wuyou's cold face, he shut up.

"Who asked you to touch his coffin?"

Feng Wuyou asked coldly.

The force Yu Zhou Wen just brushed against the ground was so strong that even the coffin lid moved slightly.

This is a funeral, the last journey for her to send off her eldest son, Yunwei. No one is allowed to act recklessly here.

Yu Zhouwen was so frightened by Feng Wuyou that his lips instantly turned white.

Just now, when Mrs. Changsun beat Feng Wuyou, didn't she look very unreasonable?

He had calculated that there would be no risk if he rushed forward at this time, but who could tell him what was going on now?

But of course no one would tell him why.

He also really regarded himself as a character too much.

Do you think that just because you picked up the official title of Golden Purple Doctor from Changsun Yunwei, it will have the same weight in Feng Wuyou's heart as Changsun Yunwei?

Feng Wuyou stood still and received a slap from Madam Changsun because she was indeed responsible for Changsun Yunwei's death.

But...what is this Yu Zhouwen?

"roll."

Feng Wuyou said coldly: "I don't want to see you at Lieutenant Yun's funeral!"

"You..." Yu Zhouwen's face turned pale. Being kicked away from the funeral was such a slap in the face.
To be continued...