Chapter 154 Nostalgia and joy at the same time

Jia Cong was shocked!

Wang Xifeng is dead?!

The last look she gave when she left the Hall of Rongxi that day was filled with infinite viciousness and resentment.

Even now, Jia Cong still remembers it deeply.

He originally thought that Wang Xifeng was a weakling who could only be beaten to death and could survive Wang Ziteng's mansion.

Even Jia Cong secretly thought that as long as Wang Xifeng survived, she would change her mind again.

It's not impossible for him to secretly reach out to help her.

After all, she is the eldest sister’s mother.

Just.

How could Wang Xifeng die so quickly?

That idiot Wang Ziteng probably wouldn’t do anything to his abandoned niece.

Could it be Wang Ziteng's kind-hearted lady?

Even though he has been here for so long, he still seems to understand the dirty tricks in the back house.

It all depends on the guidance of the house fighting series.

Furthermore.

This is obviously the location of the Jia family's ancestral tomb, and Wang Xifeng has been abandoned by the lower court.

Even if she died, how could she be buried here?

Jia Cong pondered and asked: "Xiao Cuier, do you see clearly?"

"Is this really the grave of your Second Grandma Lian?"

Xiao Cuier nodded vigorously: "Sister Ping'er and Sister Feng'er are guarding the new grave and crying."

"And."

"I recognize the name of Second Grandma Lian on the tombstone!"

Jia Rong and Qin saw that they could no longer hide it.

Suddenly, the couple knelt down towards Jia Cong.

"Uncle Third, I'm sorry..."

Jia Cong was startled and quickly reached out to help Jia Rong and Qin.

"Kneel down for what?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Mrs. Qin was pregnant and stood up slowly, but Jia Rong was still kneeling on the ground.

Just listen to Jia Rong let out a long sigh.

With red eyes, he whispered: "Second Aunt Xianlian was born on the tenth day of the first lunar month..."

"Second uncle was still in Shenjing at that time..."

"Wang Ziteng said that the divorced daughter could not enter the Wang family's ancestral grave, so Ping'er and Feng'er went out to find a random place outside the city to bury her."

"Ping'er has no choice but to go back to our house to ask my second uncle for help."

"Second uncle was so angry that he went to Wang Ziteng's house to make trouble and was beaten out..."

"Later, the second uncle became angry and ordered people to move the second aunt's coffin and asked his nephew to send it to the ancestral grave in Jinling for burial..."

"Ping'er and Feng'er also followed the coffin to Jinling..."

Jia Cong looked at Jia Rong with a half-smile.

"So, you didn't even mention these things to me?"

When he met Jia Rong in Yangzhou and Jinling, it was not two-sided. This bastard kept it secret!

Didn’t even say a word to him!

If Xiao Cui'er hadn't seen the grave today, I'm afraid he would still be sitting in the dark.

Jia Rong wiped her tears and said calmly: "My nephew has already thought about it. At most, he will be beaten by his third uncle..."

"My nephew is now rough-skinned and rough-skinned, and he is not afraid of being beaten..."

When Wang Xifeng was alive in the past, he was really kind to Jia Rong, his nephew who lived next to him.

She and Qin Keqing are close friends and close friends.

Therefore, Jia Lian solemnly entrusted Wang Xifeng with matters after his death, how could the two of them be so perfunctory?

Just hide it from Jia Cong.

No one in the Twelve Houses of Jinling dared to say a word to him, the eldest grandson of the patriarch.

Jia Cong raised his head and thought for a moment, after all, death is like a lamp going out.

The fact that the once illustrious Mistress Lian ended up like this made him feel sad.

He reached out and patted Jia Rong on the arm.

"What are you still kneeling for?"

"Let's go."

"Take me to see Xiao Wang's grave, and also go see Ping'er Feng'er."

Jia Rong was overjoyed and quickly got up.

"Third uncle, don't you beat your nephew?"

Jia Cong smiled silently: "Why should I beat you?"

"But, second brother Lian, you will inevitably be beaten by dad in the future!"

Wang Xifeng was Jia She's son who divorced his wife, and Jia Lian buried her back in the ancestral grave in Jinling.

This beating is a must.

Jia Rong scratched her hair and smiled apologetically at Jia Cong.

"When uncle beats second uncle, third uncle remember to stop..."

"Anyway, as long as the third uncle is here, my uncle's anger will be gone for a day."

Jia Cong burst into laughter.

Looking back, I saw Mrs. Qin also going out to pay homage to Wang Xifeng.

He quickly said: "Baozhu Ruizhu, stop your grandma, she is pregnant, don't go out and be beaten by the wind."

Qin had no choice but to stay.

He whispered to Jia Rong: "Uncle, remember to help me and my aunt put incense sticks and burn a piece of paper..."

As he spoke, tears rolled down his eyes.

"The day my poor aunt left, she told me a lot of things in her dreams..."

"Alas..."

"I also praise my aunt as a hero in the makeup team. There are many men with turbans and crowns who can't compare to her..."

"Who knows..."

Jia Cong's thoughts moved slightly.

Is this the reverse of the Qin family’s dream about Wang Xifeng before his death in the original book?

Did Wang Xifeng ask the Qin family for a dream before her death?

Jia Rong responded softly: "I know."

"Uncle San is right, your health is important, stop thinking about these things..."

"We will stay in the south for a while, so there is no rush to pay homage to my aunt."

The mountain wind is very strong today.

Under the warm sunshine of spring, paper kites are flying all over the sky.

Jia Cong saw a new tomb from a distance, standing alone in the open space.

Although this is still the location of Jia's ancestral grave.

But they were not lined up with the Jia clan.

I saw that the person who erected the tombstone still had Jia Lian engraved on it.
To be continued...