Ye Siming rode a horse and brought two wolf Xu troops outside Feng's mansion.
When Lord Feng heard that Yongyehou was ordered to mourn on behalf of the emperor, he hurried to the door.
Ye Siming turned over and dismounted. After seeing Lord Feng's appearance, he frowned quietly.
A person was so haggard in just a few days.
Half a month ago, Ye Siming met this Lord Feng.
At that time, he was still full of energy.
Now, Lord Feng is now deeply ravines, with dark green not sleeping.
A face was thin and concave, like a wandering soul, and his eyes were filled with grief.
Ye Siming was silent for a moment.
Lord Feng had already bowed and staggered up.
"The Marquis is here to mourn the little girl. Thanks to the emperor's gift, I am grateful." As soon as he spoke, his voice was bitter and hoarse.
Ye Siming turned around, took a gift box from the soldiers of the Langxu Army, and handed it to him.
"You can burn it to your beloved in front of the coffin of your love to help her rebirth."
Lord Feng reached out to take it, held it in his arms, his blood-filled eyes were filled with red tears.
"Thank you, thank you, Marquis..." He sighed heavily.
Ye Siming followed Lord Feng into the mansion.
The Feng family was covered with white silk banners, and there were many relatives, friends, and colleagues who came to mourn.
The Taoist priest invited by the Feng family chanted scriptures in the courtyard.
Someone entered the mourning hall, but was helped out crying.
Ye Siming glanced around with his thin eyes.
Lord Feng asked the maid to write down the names of the guests who came to mourn on the paper.
Ye Siming lowered his eyes and said, "Remember the names of my princess and me."
"I was able to visit this time because she thought about it in advance, so she suggested to the emperor that she came to me to calm Lord Feng's grief."
Lord Feng was stunned when he heard this, then raised his sleeve to wipe away tears.
"Thank you for your compassion."
He also thought that the emperor had always been angry with his daughter Feng Zhiyu's actions.
But I didn't expect that I could arrange for Yongye to come today, and the princess would be rewarded.
Guests who come to mourn will enter the mourning hall and give the deceased a stick of incense.
Ye Siming pursed his lips slightly: "I can't go in, just take a look here. Lord Feng will do it."
Lord Feng nodded.
At this moment, a sharp quarrel suddenly came from the mourning hall-
"I don't care! This is my daughter. I can't let her become a lonely ghost on the mountain!"
Lord Feng's expression changed and he said to Ye Siming: "Mr. Marquis, I'm missing my companion first."
He hurriedly turned back into the mourning hall.
Ye Siming looked sideways and saw that Lord Feng was holding Mrs. Feng and facing the elders of the Feng family.
An old man from the Feng family was persuading the couple.
"I can understand the pain of losing your daughter, but according to the rules, a woman who is not married cannot be buried in the ancestral grave, which will ruin Feng Shui!"
Mrs. Feng was in extremely poor mental state. Hearing this, she spitted in the classroom.
"I don't care about these rules. My daughter, I have the final say! You guys get out of here, get out of here!"
She picked up the pear on the altar and threw it at the old man.
The scene was suddenly in chaos.
Ye Siming frowned slightly, feeling that there was no need for him to stay any longer.
So he took the wolf army away.
As soon as Ye Siming left, a young woman in a cloth chasing her to the Feng family.
She looked around in confusion.
"I just saw him coming here, why did the person disappear again?"