This is embarrassing. Qin Lang thought to himself that it wasn't you, but what Jiang Konghou said just now was, what if someone disrespects your mother, what should I do? The normal answer shouldn't be that I should vent my anger for you? Indeed, Jiang Konghou did not let him kill someone, but she asked Sang Sangen to hand him the sword. One encouraged him and the other provided the weapon. The master and servant cooperated tacitly and killed someone with a knife.

Qin Lang turned his mind very quickly, and he said respectfully: "If there is anyone who makes her unhappy, the child will do this with all his punishment!"

Jiang Konghou stared at him fiercely. How could he not tell that he was flattering himself? He knew it was so pleasant to hear, Jiang Konghou couldn't help laughing: "Sang Jingtian hasn't done a few things that will make me happy in his life, but this time it's not bad." He naturally pointed out that he recognized Qin Lang as his adopted son.

Looking at the messy mansion, Sang Sangeng said, "Madam, I'm afraid I can't live here anymore."

"I didn't plan to live here either." His eyes turned to Gu Xiefei and said, "Who are you?"

Gu Xiefei smiled and said, "Madam Qi, I am Gu Xiefei."

Qin Lang said: "Godmother, he is my friend. Thanks to him tonight, otherwise we wouldn't be able to deal with those two monsters."

Jiang Konghou glanced at Gu Xiefei again: "You actually have such an old friend?"

Gu Xiefei's big head drooped, and he was too merciless in his words. I was only in my forties and didn't seem to be old. His big fat face had no wrinkles and no white hair.

Sang Sangeng said: "My mistress, there is Jiayue coming to the inn next to you, so why not go there to rest first."

"If you don't go, the head of the house has lived here for two years. It doesn't matter if I stay for one night. Let's do it. Let's go there tonight, and we've come. If I don't go to the grave to see it, wouldn't it be a gossip?"

Sang Sangeng looked at the messy yard: "Here..." He wanted to stay and clean up.

"The person who tied the bell must untie it. Whoever did the evil will repay it."

A group of people followed Mrs. Sang to the cemetery. The straw shed was not big. After cleaning it up, Jiang Konghou and Xuewu went in to sleep. Sang Sangen insisted on sitting in front of the grave and guarding. Qin Lang went to the tomb first to kowtow. After all, he was Sang Jingtian's adopted son and should kowtow whether it is reasonable or reasonable.

Originally, he wanted to stay for a vigilance, but was rushed to the carriage by Sang Sangen. The reason was very simple. His surname was Sang. The old master was not happy if he knew about the spring. Qin Lang felt from his tone that the old master of the Sang family was not easy to get along with.

Qin Lang and Gu Xiefei were sitting in the carriage. Gu Xiefei secretly pounded Qin Lang's arm: "Is Mrs. Sang's name Jiang Konghou?"

Qin Lang nodded.

Gu Xiefei leaned close to his ear and whispered: "The daughter of King Fufeng, the most famous tigress of Dayong..."

Qin Lang glared at him, not blaming him for being disrespectful, but worried that Gu Xiefei's words would be heard by Jiang Konghou. This godmother is not simple. Although she had just contacted her, she could feel her trait of turning against others at any time. A woman who called Chen Qiunian the name of the Demon-Suppressing Demons and Secretaries was not ordinary tough.

Gu Xiefei said: "Qin Lang, I am convinced by you today. You really dared to kill Zhou Lianjin in front of so many people just now." Qin Lang put his arms behind his head and said softly: "Don't you think that the two monsters came tonight just by chance?"

Gu Xiefei and Qin Lang lay side by side. The two were close together, and the carriage seemed increasingly cramped. Qin Lang sided to the side, giving Gu Xiefei more space as much as possible.

"They came to you right? That day downstairs of Taihe, I heard the fish demon shouting that Zhou Lianshi was killed by you..."

Qin Lang covered Gu Xiefei's mouth and refused to let him continue talking. Gu Xiefei was not a fool. Now he had figured out why Qin Lang wanted to kill Zhou Lianjin.

Qin Lang said: "I'll go out for a walk." Gu Xiefei couldn't stop talking. If he didn't choose to avoid it, he would definitely continue to ask questions.

Leaving the carriage and coming to the grave, I saw Sang Sangen sitting motionlessly in front of the grave, like a statue.

Qin Lang originally thought he was asleep, but when he got closer, he saw that he had his eyes open. Sang Sangen said, "If you don't go to bed so late, why are you wandering around?"

Qin Lang sat down beside him with a smile: "I'm not used to sleeping with men."

Sang Sangeng's cold face showed a rare smile, and he grabbed a wine gourd from his side and handed it to him.

Qin Lang took it and unscrewed the plug and smelled it. The wine was very strong. He carefully tasted it and handed it back. After reshaping his body, he paid a lot of attention to eating and drinking.

Sang Sanjung drank a mouthful of wine and said, "The current situation has been turbulent these two days, and some people can't help but jump out."

Qin Lang asked carefully: "Will the matter tonight cause trouble for the adults?"

"Sir, you are never afraid of trouble, let alone the trouble you cause is not a problem compared to your wife. When the emperor dies, a small demon-suppressing officer dares to jump out and make trouble. Do you really think the court is about to change the world?"

From Sang Sanjung's words, Qin Lang keenly realized that the things tonight cannot be just looking at the appearance. It should not be Zhou Lianjin's personal behavior out of personal grudges. There are many hidden factors behind it.

Sang Sangen looked at the east sky and said meaningfully: "The sky will always be bright."

It's dawn.

But the rain started. Jiang Konghou looked up at the straw shed, and water was seeping everywhere. Xuewu held an umbrella to help her cover the water droplets above her head. Jiang Konghou said angrily: "Little girl, who have you seen holding an umbrella in the house?"

"But this is a straw shed."

Jiang Konghou said laughing and cryingly, "It's so stupid." She sighed and said, "Sang Jingtian, Sang Jingtian, you have been here for two years, you are so filial. Is our home in your heart not as good as this straw shed that is leaking and leaking everywhere?" She walked out of the straw shed.

Xue Wu followed her footsteps and continued to hold an umbrella for her. It rained harder outside. Xue Wu was half of her body outside and her dress was wet. However, she still insisted on protecting Jiang Konghou. Although Jiang Konghou did not say anything, she sighed in her heart that this little fox was kind by nature.

Sang San was not afraid of the wind and rain, and still sat motionless in front of the grave. Jiang Konghou cursed: "You are so confused. Why are you sitting there for such heavy rain?"

"Madam Qibing, although the old slave is old, his bones are still tough. This little storm is nothing."

"Our Sang family can't afford to lose this person, and others think I'm harsh on you."

Jiang Konghou looked into the carriage and found that Qin Lang was not there: "Where is my son?"

Gu Xiefei, who was sitting in the carriage, hid from the rain, said: "He went to the village next to buy food, saying that he wanted to respect you."

Jiang Konghou shook his head and said, "You really know how to flatter me!" But he felt warm and very helpful. When she heard Sang Jingtian recognized a son of Mori, her first reaction was whether Sang Jingtian had a illegitimate child outside. Although she finally calculated the time and chose to believe Sang Jingtian's character, she still felt a little uncomfortable. She always felt that Sang Jingtian recognized her adopted son and said that she was disgusted with her not being able to give birth to a son. But that discomfort immediately disappeared after seeing Qin Lang. This kid is really happy.

Sang Sangeng looked at her expression. He knew this picky mistress very well. He knew at a glance that she had accepted this godson psychologically. Qin Lang is not simple, and there are not many people who can get Jiang Konghou's appreciation.

Qin Lang had already walked back with an umbrella in the distance. After walking for a long time, he bought a few baskets of buns.

Qin Lang was careful and thoughtful. After asking about Jiang Konghou’s taste, he specially bought her a vegetarian bun with pumpkin stuffing. After Jiang Konghou was full, he came to the present with an umbrella and signaled that Sang Sanjung would go away and stay alone for a while.

After Sang Sanjun left, Jiang Konghou looked at the tombstone and said, "Dadfather-in-law, I know you always look down on me, but no matter what you think, I married into your Sang family and gave birth to two daughters for your Sang family. Over the years, I have worked hard to serve your son and helped him become the third one to become a rank, and shine the lintel of your Sang family. You should be satisfied if you know it in the spring."

The tombstone naturally would not respond to her. Jiang Konghou sighed and said, "I know you don't want to see me, but I am your daughter-in-law after all. I will come again in the future. Anyway, I will be so angry that I will never be angry."

Sang Sangen prepared the carriage in the rain, and Gu Xiefei said curiously: "Where are you going?"

Sang Sangeng said: "Mrs. Go wherever she says she goes."

Jiang Konghou stayed in front of the tomb for a while and came back with an umbrella. She asked Qin Lang and Xuewu to squeeze in the car. Qin Lang found that Jiang Konghou was not difficult to get along with. Although he was a little mean on the surface, he was not bad, and he could feel that she had a good impression of him.

Gu Xiefei was the last one to get in the car, looked into the car, then quietly retreated, and sat in front of the car with Sang Sangeng to get in the rain.

Jiang Konghou's voice came from the car: "Zhuque Street Jia Twelve Lane."

Although Jia Twelve Lane in Zhuque Street is called Lane, the road is very wide. There are many wealthy merchants and an official living here. Chen Qiunian, the demon-superior who has been terrified in recent years, was born in Chen Qiunian. His house belongs to Chen Qiunian's wife. It is rumored that Chen Qiunian was poor when he was young. It was thanks to his internship that changed his life's circumstances. The authenticity cannot be verified. However, his father-in-law was once the richest salt merchant in Dayong, and he had only one daughter. After his death ten years ago, all the family business belonged to Chen Qiunian and his wife, and this mansion was also part of it.

The autumn rain in the early morning had not stopped. Chen Qiongnian, who had just finished breakfast, was about to go to the Demon Suppression Department and sorted out the official uniforms in the bronze mirror on the floor. Suddenly, he heard the rapid footsteps outside. The housekeeper Chen Zhong rushed over from the wind and rain corridor and stood at the door to report: "Sir, the big thing is wrong."

Chen Qiongnian frowned: "Say!"

"Two people came outside, and asked for their names to see you."

"Who?"

"Jiang Konghou, the wife of the Censor Sang Jingtian!"

Chen Qiongnian was shocked. He thought for a while and said, "You invite them in and go to the living room to sit first. My wife and I will go there now."
Chapter completed!