Wan Wan then hurriedly took Mei Qianqian to change clothes. There was no need for breakfast, so Mei Qianqian went out with her hands wrapped up like rice dumplings.

There was a lot of banging and sad music all the way, which attracted many people to come out to watch the fun.

But I saw Qianqian walking in front with a solemn face, a round body and a chubby face, and a small white flower stuck diagonally on the temple, which was indescribably solemn.

However, in this serious atmosphere, everyone only found it a bit funny.

Because first, there was no coffin. Only Mei Qianqian’s rice dumpling-like hands held the spiritual tablet.

I saw the memorial tablet saying: "The spiritual place of my late husband Feng Wuya."

Second, Gu Canglang, who looked middle-aged, and Mo Weisi, who was elegant and elegant, followed listlessly. The most terrible thing was that Mo Weisi had a sword pinned to his mourning clothes.

Behind them, there are wreaths, incense and candles, etc. being held in the hands of the attendants.

Everyone pointed and pointed, eyebrows raised as if they didn't hear anything, and just walked forward, but the two people behind them were a bit embarrassed.

At this time, Mei Qianqian suddenly stopped.

I saw Qian Qianmei turning her face and looking at Mo Weisi and Gu Canglang: "Why are you not sad at all?"

Poor Gu Canglang and Mo Weisi looked at each other, both stunned: "Shouldn't we cry again when we get to the tomb?"

Meiqianqian's voice was heard: "It turns out that you are just hypocritical, but please be more realistic. Don't you even listen to the orders of the future third princess?"

Mei Qianqian made it clear that she deliberately wanted to publicize that she was going to marry into the Third Prince's Mansion.

Sure enough, I could only hear comments from the crowd: "It's so pitiful. Today we have to do white things, but tomorrow we have to do red things."

A child timidly said: "That sister is a bit ugly, but she is really pitiful..."

For a moment, Mo Wei thought he was either crying or laughing.

But Gu Canglang saw the opportunity quickly. He quickly put his hand on his eyes, and the chili powder got into his eyes. He immediately burst into tears and murmured: "Mr. Feng, you have to go well, Miss Qianqian hasn't had time yet."

If you get married to you, don't worry about it even if you fall into the underworld, and don't be polite when you meet a beautiful woman."

Mei Qianqian was trying to steal the wife from the Three Princes' Palace, and Gu Canglang had to find a way to tell the difference.
Chapter completed!