1841: C1841 Final Filial Piety

C1841 Final Filial Piety

Lee Nanfang had been by his wife's side ever since the rainy night he was born.

She was not a real mother, but a real mother.

To put it bluntly, by burning Jack to ashes, his wife could find her Nanfang.

Now, Lee Nanfang came out of the room and disappeared into the night like a bolt of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, his wife saw everything clearly.

However, the old man told her that it wasn't her Nanfang.

What was going on?

Even if he had to lie, he would not do such a thing.

However, his wife, who had spent decades of her life with him, had great trust in him. She swallowed down all the words and sounds she wanted to say back down to her stomach.

He could only watch as the old man rushed out of the courtyard gate. Then, he returned and lightly closed the gate.

"Little bridge, don't say anything, we didn't see anything. Go back and rest. I'll wait here tonight. "

The old man lowered his voice and said these words.

His wife nodded, took out a thick blanket and gently wrapped it around the old man. Without saying anything, she returned to the house.

That feeling, it really felt like nothing had happened.

Lee Nanfang, who randomly scurried out, was just a snowflake blown away by the cold wind.

However, this little snowflake was able to attract quite a bit of attention.

Xue Xinghan helped Lee Nanfang for most of the night before finally settling Yue Zitong.

Just as he returned home and was about to close the door, he saw Lee Nanfang, who looked like a ghost, flash past the door.

The wife of the Xue Clan was slightly stunned and was about to chase after him. She grabbed Lee Nanfang's ears and asked him where he wanted to go in the middle of the night.

Unexpectedly, he didn't even wait for her to take a step.

Lao Xie suddenly appeared and held her hand.

"Lee Nanfang is sleepwalking, don't disturb him. If that Demon Dragon leaps out, we won't be able to stop it. "

Xie Qingshang's words were definitely more direct than what the old man said.

Lee Nanfang's look was clearly controlled by Mo Long.

At this moment, Lee Nanfang was sleeping. The one walking in the snow must be the Black Dragon.

If someone rushed over and blocked his way.

According to the Black Dragon's temperament, unless a few people died or were injured, it was impossible to calm the matter down.

The Xue Family's wife had a carefree personality, but her brain wasn't stupid.

She would not, for the sake of scrubbing away the feeling of existence, throw her life away.

However, it was fine to satisfy his curiosity.

"Should we go up and take a look?"

Xue Xinghan asked in a low voice.

Xie Qingshang immediately shook his head and locked the gate.

"Don't create unnecessary trouble. Didn't the Tenth Brother just come back two days ago, saying that Lee Nanfang doesn't remember what happened in the Flame Valley at all? Perhaps, when he returned to eight hundred, he would be able to remember some crucial things. That devil dragon still brought him everywhere at such a late time, it must definitely be related to the matter of Flame Valley. If anything happens, we'll see what happens tomorrow. "

As Xie Qingshang spoke, he grabbed Xue Xinghan's hand and walked back.

She knew that the Xue Clan's wife was fearless when she was young. If anything strange happened, she would definitely find out.

However, facing Lao Xie's warning, she managed to quell the curiosity in her heart.

Ye Zichen pointed at Lao Xie's head and scolded him, "You know a lot."

"What?! She's the most talented girl in the world."

Xie Qingshang was quite tactful with his words, which made Wu Tie giggle continuously. A pair of dogs, ahem, a man and a woman acted as if nothing happened and did what they should.

The eight hundred nights were incomparably tranquil.

For the village people who were skilled in martial arts, the slightest movement would be able to alert everyone.

Like a ghost, Lee Nanfang moved quickly, but he did not hide his footsteps.

Almost everyone could sense what was happening outside, but after they became vigilant, they closed their eyes again, pretending as if nothing had happened as they continued to sleep with their heads covered.

However, if an outsider stepped on the little black dog, he would ask "Where did Lee Nanfang go?"

All the knots in his body could be shouted out towards the direction of Monarch Valley.

If a dog was like this, what more a human.

Everyone knew that a fellow had entered the Monarch Valley during this snowy night.

The unconscious Lee Nanfang did not meet any obstacles and he smoothly entered the Monarch Valley.

There was a small wooden house that had been built less than a year ago.

Yang Tiantian, who had been resting for a long time, suddenly straightened her body and walked a few steps forward barefooted. When she reached the door, she kneeled down.

"Your Majesty, I welcome you."

It was a very short sentence, but Yang Tiantian spoke very slowly.

It was like the mumbling of someone sleeping soundly, or the mumbling of someone in a trance.

In short, Yang Tiantian had her eyes closed the entire time, but she clearly saw a dignified looking man in a dragon robe striding towards her.

More than half a year ago, this man had appeared in her dreams every night at midnight.

For an entire two months, she had been stuck in an illusionary world that made her miss him dearly.

It was only when she finally figured out that person's identity did she finally know that it was Yang Guang.

She did not know where she got her courage from, but she reprimanded this imposing monarch before ending this rather absurd dream.

But today, without any warning.

He came again.

His movements were still as rough as before, and his actions were still as barbaric as before.

It was just the beginning, but it was already enough to make her turn around and cry softly.

Yang Tiantian's dead husband passed away at an early age. For the past 20 years, he had been suppressing himself. He had even suppressed himself when he first greeted Yang Guang in his dreams.

It was only later on, when they were filled with the thought that she was secretly spying on the secrets of Monarch Valley and was eventually going to die, that they were finally able to completely let go of her.

He did everything he could to make Yang Guang unable to resist, so he fled in defeat.

The woman, who had finally let go, did not wait to be satisfied before she once again stayed in an empty room.

After a long period of depression, it was finally released.

That kind of true emotion would definitely move even ghosts and gods.

The Monarch Tower s of the Monarch Valley, the nine levels high and strategic, the thirty-six golden bells automatically without any wind.

It was as if they had gathered together a song to welcome the return of the emperor.

Yang Tiantian slowly opened her eyes as the moonlight faded away, revealing the belly of a fish in the eastern sky.

There was no one by the pillow. It was indeed the dream of spring.

But why was there such a strange smell in the air, lingering for a long time?

Lee Nanfang woke up.

The sound of rice porridge coming from the kitchen triggered his stomach to growl. It was a perfect example of him waking up from his hunger.

Thinking about it, Aunt Yue had kicked over the table full of delicious dishes yesterday before he could even eat half of it.

Lee Nanfang wasn't full yet, it would be strange if he wasn't.

But why did he feel pain all over his muscles as he propped himself up from the bed, as if he couldn't exert any strength at all?

It can't be that he was so hungry that he collapsed from not eating even a single meal, right?

He sat on the bed and thought about it for a while while while while shaking his head. Finally, he vaguely remembered that he had had a dream last night.

When he was with Yue Zitong, he had completed something that he had failed to complete three times in a row.

However, the woman in his dream didn't seem like Yue Zitong.

Who could it be?

Who?

Lee Nanfang felt a headache coming on.

Just as he was about to give up on such pointless thoughts, a cry that gave him an even greater headache came from another bedroom.

"Mom, Mom!"

Yue Zitong's heart-wrenching sound scared Lee Nanfang so much that his brows twitched and all the blood vessels in his body swelled up.

At that moment, there was no hesitation.

He got off the bed and rushed to Aunt Yue's room.

Fortunately, the situation was not as bad as he had imagined.

Aunt Yue lay in her wife's arms, crying. However, she didn't do anything as unwise as yesterday.

The medical skills of the Xue Clan's wife were truly miraculous.

If he said he would give it to An Shen, then he would give it back to An Shen.

Lee Nanfang stood at the door, praising Xue Xinghan's medical skills in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the big dirty foot suddenly kicked his butt, sending him sprawling in front of the bed.

"Brat, don't you have any more conscience?" Such a good mother-in-law, yet she is still pleased to be killed by you. I'll beat you to death, you worthless thing! "

The only person who could curse like that and beat Lee Nanfang up so hard that he couldn't even get up, let alone fight back, was the old man.

Lee Nanfang knew that every time he went back to 800, the old man would torture him.

It was just that in the past, the old man would never let his mistress see any of the wounds on his body. How could he dare to make a move in front of her now?

Hugging his head, he forcefully withstood the old man's punches and kicks that could kill a blind bear.

Lee Nanfang stole a glance at his wife's expression.

Unexpectedly, he found his wife hugging him tightly and comforting him in a low voice, not even sparing him a glance as he got beaten up.

Lee Nanfang finally understood.

If his wife felt that he should fight, then it proved that his mother-in-law's death was really caused by him.

After committing such a heinous crime, he could only obediently accept his punishment.

The old man mercilessly slapped them until Xie Qingshang and his wife arrived. Only then did the old man not get beaten to death.

There were more people now.

Yue Zitong had also returned to her normal state.

If it was more than a year ago, when she was still just a tiny emperor, facing the death of her only family member, she would definitely not have been able to endure such a huge blow and would never be able to recover from her defeat.

But now it was different.

She was the Yue Clan Master, reality would not allow her to recover from this setback.

Moreover, the higher one's status was, the more heartless they would be. These words were not just for show.

"I want to go to Monarch Valley to pay respects to my mother. Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid, and I won't violate the rules of eight hundred. I just want to do my last bit of filial piety in front of my mother's tombstone. "

Yue Zitong, who had completely calmed down, spoke again. Her tone didn't carry even the slightest bit of emotion.

However, everyone present let out a sigh of relief.

Yue Zitong's lack of emotions meant that she was still rational.

As long as she was clear-headed, then the thing that everyone was most worried about would not happen.

"Stinking brat, stop playing dead here. Quickly prepare food and clothing for your mother-in-law!"

The old man kicked Lee Nanfang's butt again.1

The original words were to prepare some paper money, but remembering that Yang Tiantian wasn't really dead, she changed her mind.

Lee Nanfang did not dare to delay any longer and rushed out of the door as fast as he could.

800 was an existence guarding the tomb of an emperor, lacking everything. However, it definitely did not lack food and clothing for the dead.

Lee Nanfang did everything as fast as he could, and with the accompanied by the village chief, the old man, and Lao Xie, he pulled Yue Zitong's hand and arrived at the entrance of the Monarch Valley.

Just as all children do for their parents, who have died in peace.

Yue Zitong cried for a long time in front of the Monarch Valley and asked the village head to help build a simple spirit hall in Yang Tiantian's previous residence.

Three days of mourning.

That was what Yue Zitong had said, to show her utmost filial piety.

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