Looking at Gongsun Yan's fair face, she suddenly softened her words and lowered her voice: "Ayan, your uncle is dead, why bother."
"Okay!" Gongsun Yan stopped her words and patted her back gently as if to comfort her.
"Gongsun Ying will be mourned for seven days. After seven days, you can only take your dowry and leave."
Gao was startled, smelling the faint fragrance on the hair of the girl in front of him, and listening to her whisper in his ear, he felt that this soft tone was colder than the cold winter in December in the North.
"Don't instigate your parents' family to play tricks and drag down the family." After saying this, Gongsun Yan straightened up, took her arm, and asked with a smile, "Is that okay? Auntie."
Mrs. Gao looked around, and everyone in the hall was watching them. However, compared to the confusion of the Gongsun clan relatives, Zhao Yun and others had a look of indifference on their faces.
The Gao family also came from a noble family. She hardly needed to think about whether her dead husband's troubles and unlucky relatives were more important, or whether her children, grandchildren, reputation and future were more important.
He immediately took Gongsun Yan's arm with his back, no longer as sharp as before.
"Okay, listen to Ayan."
"It's just that my brother..."
"Auntie, this is not something that my daughter can comment on." Gongsun Yan smiled and let go of her hand, "But I heard how many horse farms the Gao family has?"
After saying that, no matter what her reaction was, Gongsun Yan stepped away, turned around, and looked at the people sitting in the hall.
"Next, everyone."
"What else do you want?"
Gongsun Yan's words were interrupted by an old voice behind the curtain.
Following the sound of rustling footsteps, the chariot carried by two people walked out from behind the curtain.
Gongsun Jing sat on this chariot. After only two days, he became so old and so thin that only a layer of dry and loose skin covering his bones remained.
Behind the chariot were Alan, Hua Tuo, Wang Wu and Zuo Ping, who was still wrapped in bandages.
Seeing him come out, everyone in the Gongsun clan was shocked.
Gongsun Yan was also stunned.
"Ayan, come here." Gongsun Jing leaned on the chariot, his voice still weak when he spoke.
Hearing his call, Gongsun Yan hurried over and saw Gongsun Jing turning his head to look at her, his eyes dark and deep.
Gongsun Yan did not avoid it. She knew that what she did could not be hidden from the cunning old fox in front of her, but so what.
Even if they are related by blood, enemies of life and death are enemies of life and death, and no one of them will let the other go if given the opportunity.
Looking at her expressionless face, Gongsun Jing's hand trembled violently: "Sure enough, she is Bogui's daughter."
As expected, he was of Gongsun Jing's bloodline and a member of the Gongsun family.
He had just woken up not long ago and had not yet recovered. There seemed to be a leaking bellows in his chest, and his laughter was like a night owl's neighing.
"Ayan." After smiling, he called out, then turned to look at Zhao Yun, "Zilong, come here."
When Zhao Yun came forward, he stretched out his arm and said, "Help grandpa up."
After Gongsun Yan and Zhao Yun looked at each other, they supported his arms from left to right.
Zhao Yun was very strong and helped him down from the chariot. Gongsun Yan stretched out his hand to support him.
After sitting on the main seat, he breathed heavily, pulled Gongsun Yan to kneel beside him, then turned to look at the Gongsun clan members below: "Ayan, I'm old."
"You are not familiar with the people in the clan."
Gongsun Jing's thin, cold hand patted the back of Gongsun Yan's hand.
He looked down gently and saw the Gongsun clan members who were clearly panicking when he came out alive.
"Take a good look at the people you can trust and the people you can't trust today."
"Don't be deceived like your uncle in the future."
Gongsun Yan saw a tear slipping out of the corner of his eye and rolling into the ravine of his cheek, disappearing without a trace.
"Yes, Grandpa." Gongsun Yan felt a little complicated and responded in a low voice.
"Zilong." Gongsun Jing called out, took something out of his sleeve and handed it over.
It was Yinsui, the governor of western Liaoning.
"Your little aunt stole it from me and has always kept it with her." Gongsun Jing laughed again, "I will carry it with me until my death."
Gongsun Yan said nothing.
I just watched Zhao Yun take the water-stained Sui Nang ribbon with both hands, and then stand behind him with a knife.
"Everyone, is there anything else you can do?" Withdrawing his hand, Gongsun Jing raised his head again. Under his drooped eyelids, the same pale eyes were like inorganic glass.
The clan elders standing under the hall were speechless.
"It's okay, let's go! I'm still alive."
Several clan elders saw that Gongsun Jing was still alive, and all their plans came to nothing. Staying here would only embarrass themselves, so they all left.
Looking at the retreating figures of these tribesmen, Gongsun Jing suddenly said to Gongsun Yan: "Look at them, Ayan, look at them."
He gasped hard and laughed, his voice sounding like an old beast that was betrayed and dying.