Sun Yaole noticed that she had something to say, “What do you mean.”
Tian Ying said, “Brother Mao was gone yesterday.”
Sun Yaole said in surprise: “Was it attacked yesterday?”
“No.”Tian Ying seemed to be smiling or not, and whispered, “You really got it right. Brother Mao’s recent impatience has really reached the limit of spiritual poison, but he doesn’t know how to solve it.”When you fainted two days ago, he laughed at you for pretending and had to wake you up. It was Manager Zhao who solved the trouble for you.Something has been wrong with him since then, and yesterday suddenly the spirit poison broke out and people went crazy.”
Tian Ying is also a talker, and what she says is what Sun Yaole loves to hear.
While telling Mao Yi that she was gone, he flattered her that she was loved by Zhao Guanshi.
Sun Yaole was relieved to hear that Mao Yi was gone, and thought that there would be less trouble on the road afterwards. Don’t worry about Mao Yi secretly tripping over himself, and don’t bother to design to get rid of the other party.
“Brother Mao is really careless.”She sighed.
Tian Ying stared at her silently.
Accidentally what?
Is it too early to die, or does not dying in front of your eyes make you happier?
Tian Ying nodded in agreement, “However, you are in a strange coma. Everyone is wondering if Brother Mao secretly poisoned you.”
Sun Yaole said, “I’m afraid some people suspect that Brother Mao was secretly poisoned by me. If I had this ability, how could I still be here?””
Thinking of Sun Yaole’s temperament, Tian Ying felt that this made sense, and she stopped testing it.
Sun Yaole continued to ask her what happened in the past three days.
Tian Ying also patiently explained to her in detail.
On the face of it, the relationship between the two is excellent.
Zuo Si’s funeral was held in Beiyuan City, presided over by Pei Rongrong, and everything was personally arranged and supervised by her. When she met someone who didn’t understand, she asked Pei Yan, and Pei Yan was there to check on the side.
The funeral set off from Siye Mansion to the site of Yongmengxiang for burial.
Because Zuo Si didn’t even have ashes left when he died, his clothes were placed in the coffin.
The long line walked all the way, and the people of Beiyuan City stood on both sides of the road.
Someone with unknown circumstances asked, “Who is this who has passed away?””
The insider sighed: “Master Zuo is gone.”
No matter what Zuo Si used to be, with the disciples of Siye Mansion, he was an enlightenment mentor, a leader when he first went to Lingzhou to experience, and an elder who had been paving the way for them and taking care of their growth.