MTL - Jun Jiuling-Chapter 786 I want a hug

The grand scene is a show of ostentation and enviance.

Including the funeral.

But does not include Fangjia.

The voice of the old man did not fall, and the whine of the women came from the side.

“Is it to be fun? Is it to watch the fun?” they shouted.

The old man feels somewhat inexplicable.

Hired hundreds of people to bury, the scene is so big, isn’t it that people are watching the fun?

"The man is dead, see what is lively." A woman said with a red eye.

"The old people died and buried, everyone is watching the fun." The old man said.

I feel that these women are difficult to understand.

"But this is Master Fang." Another woman covered her face and cried.

Although not in the mournering team, her grief is no less than those people.

"Yeah, Fang Shaoye is so young."

"Fang Shaoye is so good."

"Fang Shaoye is so beautiful."

More women and women voiced, and they looked sad.

The young boy died young, the flowers fell, always let the sentimental women pity the sad, the old man did not argue with these women, but did not agree with this sadness, for him has seen a lot of life and death of the elderly have been numb.

"Sadness is not just a young man." A man next to him sighed and looked sad. "The sad thing is that it is still difficult to escape."

Destiny.

The old man looked at the team for funeral.

"I thought I wouldn't see the Fang family and bury it so soon." The man said, "The enemy is successful, the disease is cured, and the young master is glamorous and alive, I didn't expect..."

He said that he shook his head here, and some could not bear to say it.

I didn't expect the young life to stop like this. The child who was seen as a dead person from the age of five still couldn't die, or died in youth.

The curse.... does not seem to be broken, still fulfilled.

Destiny.

Everyone can't escape.

I can't work hard anymore.

This is indeed a sad and desperate thing.

The old man sighed and looked at the funeral team who seemed to be unable to see the side.

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"The young master is gone, and Deshengchang is gone."

The high treasurer whimpered and looked at the woman who had just dismounted.

Miss Jun took off her face, although her eyes were spirited, but even though the veil was blocked, the day and night kept on her way and her face was dyed by the wind and sand.

"He is gone, what about Guan Deshengchang?" she frowned.

"Because Deshengchang has no money." Fang Yuxiu’s voice said later.

Miss Jun did not stop to move forward, and she screamed.

"Desheng Chang lost his business a few days ago and fell down, so the younger brother was anxious to see a big merchant and got a lot of money." Fang Yuxiu said with a slow side.

"What about the money?" asked Miss Jun.

"Because the fire burned half a street." The high treasurer followed a few steps and said, "The young master told the people to compensate, the house was covered, the dead buried, and the wounded were old, so the money spent a lot."

Therefore, the money for running the ticket number is not enough.

"I didn't say that I wouldn't lend him." Fang Yuxiu said, "It was he who took us all the treasurers who had found the ticket number, and returned the money and repaid the account, flattening the ticket number."

She said that she spread her hand.

"Then he closed his eyes and we have a way."

Miss Jun looked at her.

"As for the treasurers of Deshengchang, the scattered guys are scattered, I grab... It’s normal for me not to ask for some use." Fang Yuxiu said again.

Miss Jun looked at the high treasurer again.

Some of the high shopkeepers are embarrassed to lower their heads.

Speaking has already arrived at the main courtyard, Fang Chengyu has been buried, but the spiritual shed in the courtyard has not been withdrawn. There are plain white everywhere. The servants and young babies who are coming and going are still wiping their eyes and tears, and the incense in the hall is full of incense.

Miss Jun stood still and looked at the mourning hall. The servant Shantou on the side had already taken the futon Jinpa waiting for her crying. After waiting for a moment, she saw Miss Jun turned and walked away.

Fang Yuxiu and Gao’s treasurer did not stop, watching her striding away from the door.

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Fang’s ancestral grave was in Shandong, but since the face was torn apart from Shandong, Fang Laoye and Fang Da’s master built a tomb in Yangcheng.

Fang Chengyu is also naturally buried here.

Looking at the hillside, a large piece of the place was covered by plain white, countless filial sons and filial sons bowed, drums and snoring.

The teenager who was sitting on the hillside and grazing the cows was so intoxicated that the cow on the side bite the grass circle on his head and slowly chewed him without notice.

"Good-looking?"

There was a voice saying that at the same time, one hand took the grass circle out of the mouth of the yellow cattle and patted the head of the cow. The oxen did not turn angry and turned to the side.

"Good-looking." The boy turned back and smiled at the young lady standing behind him.

In the daylight, the bright teeth are dazzling.

"This funeral was planned by me. Even those who are white are the best craftsmen in Shanxi." He said with a bit of pride and raised his eyebrows. "Beautiful?"

Miss Jun looked down the hill.

"What is beautiful and not beautiful in the dead, a heavy rain tonight, nothing will be done tomorrow," she said.

"I am talking about it now." The teenager smiled. "Now, at this moment, this moment, beautiful, is enough, why bother with it."

Miss Jun did not speak, it seems to see the scene under the hillside into the gods.

"Don't make trouble," she said suddenly, raising her foot slightly.

The teenager smiled and took back his hand, loosening her pleated pleated skirt.

"Speaking that Deshengchang's funds are insufficient to run, are you kidding you?" Miss Jun looked down at him and said.

Through those descriptions, it is obvious that he himself wants to disperse the money of Deshengchang, and let the ticket of Deshengchang disappear completely.

"Nine-year-old, Deshengchang, this should not exist." Fang Chengyu put away his smile and said with a serious look, "My grandfather, my father, my grandmother can't do this, I am a ruthless person, let me end it. ""

Desheng Chang was originally used by Qi Wang to make money for rebellion.

This is what the emperor personally admitted when he was in the Queen Mother.

As for the old Master, I knew that the old lady knew how much the truth, Miss Jun did not ask the emperor, and now she does not intend to trace it.

As Fang Chengyu said, Deshengchang should not exist, and now it has disappeared, just like this.

In any case, since she came, Desheng Chang’s money is under her control and used for her.

"The ticket number may not exist. Why do you want to die?" Miss Jun asked him. "Because I feel wronged, is it necessary to bury this past?"

Wronged.

Just because there is no alternative life and the surname, you have to suffer from illness and suffering, you must pay attention to the business of Fangjia.

"How come." Fang Chengyu said righteously.

Miss Jun watched him not talking.

Fang Chengyu smiled.

"Well, there is one thing." He said, reaching out and scratching his nose. "So I am working hard."

Work hard and then ruin.

"It can't be said that it is ruined. For Fangjia, it is a new life." Fang Chengyu said, "The ticket numbers of my sisters are clean, and I really do business. Everything starts again."

He said to stand up and clap his hands.

"I am also new," he said, turning his head to look at Miss Jun, his eyes sparkling. "Jiuling, I have a lot of things to do, do you remember? I read a lot of books, when I was Just want to wait for me, I will go to see the customs in those places written in the book, look at the landscapes that are different from Yangcheng, and those people, and still, do you know what I really want to do? ?"

Miss Jun looked at him.

"What?" she asked.

"Blacksmith." Fang Chengyu said.

Miss Jun looked at the white and tender skin that he let the girls lick, and couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, I am also very energetic now." Fang Chengyu said with some grievances, lifted his arm. "You touch."

Miss Jun laughed.

Fang Chengyu was even more convinced by her smile, grabbed her hand and pressed it on her arm.

"Look," he said.

Miss Jun patted his arm, serious.

"Yes, it is very powerful," she said.

Fang Chengyu just smiled and let go of her hand.

"Speaking of it, I am really ruthless. For my new life, I have left everything in order to go through the days I have thought of." He said, "The second sister is still swearing at me now, I know that I have Grandma’s mother gave them, she should have more money in the first place.”

Said and looked at Miss Jun again.

"And, at this time, you shouldn't leave the capital in the age of nine, I should be screaming."

Now that the emperor is sick, the crown prince is being questioned, and the chaos is turbulent.

Miss Jun was rushing back to Yangcheng from Beijing in the first night of hearing the news.

Miss Jun watched him not talking.

Fang Chengyu also looked at her.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to scream at the news. I know that it's not right now. Now you have to do something very important, but I still want to tell you." He said, "I just want to see if you will I will let go of everything and see me."

Miss Jun looked at him.

"And then?" she said.

Fang Chengyu looked at her.

"Hug," he said.

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At this time, he made a grand funeral, and made a fuss, and at the same time sent the news to Beijing.

At this time, she tried to kill in the palace. In the midst of the danger, the emperor finally became sick. Looking forward to planning hard and step by step, it is finally time to reach the critical moment when the dust settles.

He said that he was going to die, and she rushed to pick up without hesitation.

In fact, he can not say anything, but ran to the city to tell her face to face.

In fact, she can not come back at all, because she knows that he will not really die, and that she does not go back, he also fully understands.

But he said, she is back.

They did the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate time.

Now this thing has been done, then?

Then he wants to hug?

Miss Jun looked at Fang Chengyu, smiled slightly, stepped over to him and reached out and hugged him.

Fang Chengyu's head has already surpassed her, so she can only hold his waist, and he can't lean on her shoulder like a child, but it is more suitable to let her head rest on her shoulder.

Looking at the two people on the hillside, standing in the high treasurer not far away, looked away, but Fang Yuxiu also looked seriously.

"It's stupid," she commented.

This hug can be more suitable when there is a better time.

It is necessary to do such a meaningless thing at such a time.

"However." Fang Yuxiu took back the line of sight and smiled a little. "It’s too smart to care too much, life is really boring."

She turned and walked slowly on the thick paper money scattered around.

In this way, life is still very interesting, which is why it is hard to live harder and harder.

Because it is worth it.

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(When it is written, it will be released, and it is getting closer and closer to the end. It doesn't pay attention to any meanings. I suddenly can't bear you, I want you to kiss and hold high...)