Before dismounting, Wu Jingmo hesitated for a long time whether to step into the once-unparalleled Tang Mansion courtyard.

At this moment, he saw that the concierge of the Tang Mansion looked hesitant, and after calling for a long time without receiving any reply, he knew that it might be difficult to enter this door today.

Fortunately, he was just on his way home. Anyway, he was dragged here by Lu Chengfeng.

Ever since this guy recovered from his foot injury, he couldn't help but come to his house to cause more trouble.

For seven days, I was really irritated by his repeated thoughts, so I simply agreed to him and accompanied him to the Tang Mansion to express my condolences to the Tang eldest son who was always against them in every aspect during his lifetime.

Also coming with them were Zhui Feng and Tian Zifang.

Tian Zifang was afraid that the two of them would inevitably be looked down upon when they came to the Tang Mansion. Being scolded was a minor punishment, and even being kicked out with a stick was not impossible.

Even though Lu Chengfeng and the others no longer dared to provoke him, Wu Jingmo came from a poor family and had no official title to protect himself. His own father was only a fourth-rank Jingzhao Yin official. It was inevitable that he would come to the Tang family, which had a blood feud with them.

He's going to be beaten.

He was really worried and had to personally protect and follow him.

Besides, if a fight really breaks out, how can Tian Zifang be left out?

As for Zhui Feng, he said that he just came to watch the excitement. Anyway, he was tired of staying in the palace, so he had nothing to do.

"The Prime Minister's Mansion is really grand! Chengfeng, it can compete with yours!"

Zhui Feng stood in front of the main residence of the ministers, which was decorated with green tiles and red beams like a royal palace. He clicked his lips and said thoughtfully.

"Isn't it true? Who in the capital doesn't know and who doesn't know? Tang Yuanzhi, the prime minister of the dynasty, was a rich and invincible country!"

Tian Zifang interrupted and responded. This magnificent carved and emerald gold door face also made him admire it non-stop.

"Really? This is my first time coming back to the Prime Minister's Mansion! I didn't expect that when I come here, he is no longer the Prime Minister! It's really unexpected and disappointing!"

Lu Chengfeng suddenly said with emotion.

Wu Jingmo, however, remained silent, with a dark cloud on his face.

"But this house is a nice and elegant house. I like it! I will want a house like this tomorrow when I open a bank and make a lot of money!"

Lu Chengfeng muttered to himself. When he thought about the bank matter, his face, which had been gloomy for a while, started to smile again.

"What are you talking about, Your Highness? You are the grandson of the emperor, what kind of good house do you want? Do you need to make money on your own?"

Tian Zifang said with a confused look on his face.

"It's different, it's different! I think the money I handled back then was like running water, but none of it went into my own pocket! It's like the accountant! You can see and touch it, but it's not you.

The food in the pot! Let me tell you, the money I make makes me feel good when I look at it! I eat more deliciously and sleep more soundly!"

Lu Chengfeng waved his hand and explained expectantly.

"Junior brother, I noticed that you seem to have become a little different since you came to Jinghua City."

Zhuifeng Lengbuding chatted to the side.

"Zhui Feng, do you want to praise me for getting more handsome or more capable? You want to praise me

Just say it straight! You're beating around the bush, like a woman! You can say anything nice, and I'll take it all, hahahaha!"

Lu Chengfeng boasted proudly.

"You are not beautiful, but you think you are beautiful! I mean, now that you have become the grandson of the emperor, you have become even more in need of a beating! Hahahahahaha..."

Zhui Feng joked, bursts of hearty laughter pierced the sky.

Only then did Lu Chengfeng realize that this guy was taking advantage of the fact that Tang Boer sent people to assassinate him, and was scolding him in a different way!

He stamped his feet angrily, his eyes almost rolled out of his head. He walked around Zhui Feng's back and tried to beat him away, shouting:

"Okay! You set me up again! I think your mouth deserves a beating the most!"

Zhui Feng ducked out of the way, and before even using his best Ling Bo Lotus Step, he jumped far away, stood at the foot of the stone steps, and rushed to Chengfeng with a grimace, looking very ready to be beaten.

"Come here! See if I can cut you!"

Lu Chengfeng also rushed down the stone steps in one stride and tried to chase after Zhui Feng's figure, but he couldn't even catch his shadow.

While they were chasing and fighting, the golden carved and emerald door of the Tang Mansion suddenly opened again.

The concierge had a sulky look on his face, and it seemed that he had been holding it in for a long time, so he cursed at the top of his voice:

"If you want to fight, go to the street and fight! We in the Tang Mansion have closed the door just to be quiet! How unbecoming is it to smile playfully in front of someone else's funeral!"

Wu Jingmo took the lead and bowed deeply to apologize, and respectfully apologized for Lu Chengfeng and Zhuifeng's actions.

At this moment, the housekeeper Lao Quan appeared within their sight and called:

"Our master invites you."

"Man in charge, this..."

The concierge of the Tang Mansion was an old man who had been with Tang Yuanzhi for many years. He was loyal to Tang Yuanzhi. Seeing this enemy coming to the door made him very angry.

After finally cursing a few words and not driving them away, the master actually invited them into the house!

I really don’t know what this means! He still wanted to stop him.

The housekeeper Lao Quan just nodded slightly and brought Lu Chengfeng and the other four people through the door.

Above the mourning hall, there are black cloths and white flags, lingering incense and white candles, and the eyes are full of sorrow.

A gray-haired old man sat slumped in a wheelchair, his head tilted, looking like a dragon whose backbone had been whipped out, and his whole body was slumped.

"Sir, the guests are here."

Na Laoquan brought Lu Chengfeng and the other four people there, and then left alone.

"Well." The old man responded vaguely in his throat.

His collapsed spine suddenly seemed to be supported again by some force. He straightened his back and stood upright, still facing away from them.

Lu Chengfeng looked at his back. Although everything had settled down, there was still a trace of desolation in his heart, making him not know what to say.

"Master Tang, let's offer incense to your eldest son."

Wu Jingmo broke the awkward silence and said politely.

"Yeah." Tang Yuanzhi still had his back to them, with no intention of talking to them at all, but he didn't say anything to drive them out or stop them from offering incense.

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Seeing this, Wu Jingmo pulled Lu Chengfeng's sleeve, picked out a few sticks of fragrance on the table with incense candles, put half of them into Lu Chengfeng's hand, and kept the other half for himself, saying:

"My dear brother, let's bid farewell now. I hope that the eldest son of the Tang Dynasty, Bourne, will be happy in his life."

Lu Chengfeng, Zhui Feng and Tian Zifang followed Wu Jingmo one after another, imitating his etiquette and gestures, and also placed incense sticks on Tang Bo's clothes in front of him in a decent manner.

"Master Tang, now that the visit is over, we won't bother you any more. Please take care of yourself too."

As expected, Wu Jingmo was very polite and even remembered to say a polite word of advice after paying homage.

Lu Chengfeng cannot learn from this. In 21st century terms, he has a high IQ but not a high EQ.

It's easy for him to solve crimes and reason, but to ask him to imitate the sophistication of people and speculate on people's hearts, he is inherently lacking in talent.

If it hadn't been for this, when he was a financial manager in the lobby of a bank in his previous life, his performance would not have been mediocre, and he would even have been laughed at when customers said he was running on him.

"Wait!"

Just as the four of them were about to leave, Tang Yuanzhi, who had been ignoring them all this time, suddenly spoke up.

"Wu Yanei, your father and I have been officials in the court for decades together. Although we were not in the same boat before, we are still close to each other by fate. Please go back and say hello to your father for me and give me a message.

Give him the word."

Tang Yuanzhi unexpectedly developed a connection with Jingzhao Mansion, which surprised everyone.

Wu Jingmo, on the other hand, looked as if he had expected it, with a calm expression and a calm heart. He bowed politely and without saltiness, and replied:

"Mr. Tang is the elder, and Xiaosheng is the junior. I have thanked you for your greetings on behalf of my father. If you have anything else to entrust me to my father, just ask me, and I will definitely bring it to you."

"Go back and tell him that the dog is stupid and is in trouble today, but your son is so smart. He will definitely have great ambitions in the future, and the future is promising!"

Tang Yuanzhi held back a strange words that were slow and thin as silk.

As soon as these words came out, Wu Jingmo's face suddenly turned as white as paper! The corners of his lips couldn't stop twitching, and he couldn't answer anything.

"You bad old man who has killed a thousand swords! How dare you curse my Mr. Xiao Wu! Our little Highness is still here! I think you haven't suffered enough! If you don't eat the soft ones, you have to eat the hard ones, right?"

Before Lu Chengfeng could react, Tian Zifang immediately understood the subtext of Tang Yuanzhi's words. He couldn't help but raise his fist high, and blue veins popped out on his forehead.

Wu Jingmo held down his arm and ordered:

"Brother Tian, ​​this is still in someone else's house, in front of the Hall of the Dead. No matter what others say, we ourselves cannot lose our etiquette."

After suppressing Tian Zifang's fist, Wu Jingmo bowed again and said politely:

"Now that the worship has been completed, we will take our leave."

Just as Lu Chengfeng was about to interrupt and say something, he was frightened when he saw the clouded look on Wu Jingmo's face.

He had never seen Wu Jingmo like this before, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Chapter completed!