Jiao Shun's eyes naturally swept over every female volume passing by, and he was feeling full of accomplishment. Suddenly, he felt that Xue Baochai looked at her in a very strange way, with a weird expression. What was even stranger was that she kept looking at her.

He was hesitant, as if he was sizing up others, and seemed to have difficulty focusing on Jiao Shun.

First of all, this is definitely not shyness.

Avoiding sight out of shyness is definitely not what he looks like.

But what’s so interesting about the person next to him? How can he be compared with an adulterer like himself?!

Jiao Shun's forehead was wet, but fortunately, once Jia Zheng left, Rongguo Mansion was where he could get everything he wanted. Then he would just find an opportunity to ask questions face to face.

But how did he know that even if they were already married, Xue Baochai would never tell the truth about what he had just thought.

It was no wonder that Baochai looked strange. She had always thought that the person who had a tryst with her mother in that remote courtyard was Shi Ding, the Marquis of Zhongjing. However, Shi Ding and Jiao Shun were standing side by side just now, and their attitude was very intimate.

She really didn't know how to evaluate this scene.

By this time, the funeral procession had reached the foot of the hill, and the women stopped in unison.

Jia Zheng also took Baoyu, Jia Huan, Jia Cong, and Jia Lan, who were about to go south, and turned around to say goodbye to the women.

Although Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang were strangers to each other for a long time, they still tried their best to pretend to be a husband and a wife in front of others.

Not to mention Li Wan, who held his son's hand and gave instructions while wiping his tears.

Xue Baochai hesitated for a moment, and was about to walk towards Baoyu who was standing aside, but saw Baoyu step forward quickly, pull out the attacker from the crowd, and regardless of whether the people next to him would listen, he pointed to the sky and said: "

I was in a bad mood for a while, don't worry, even if you are sent to Muniyuan, I will definitely redeem you when I come back! If not, there will be five thunders from heaven..."

"Baoyu!"

Mrs. Wang turned her head and scolded, and Baoyu had no choice but to stop, but still held Xiren and refused to let go.

Jia Zheng didn't notice this at first, but after hearing Mrs. Wang's scolding, he turned around and saw that Jia Baoyu left his real wife alone and took a maid with him affectionately. He immediately cursed angrily: "It's so embarrassing.

Don’t even bring me your things!”

When Baoyu saw that his father was really angry, he reluctantly let go of the attacker and returned to Jia Zheng dejectedly.

After this incident, Xue Baochai no longer even thought about acting in front of others. He just waited for Mrs. Wang and Jia Zheng to say goodbye, then stepped forward to support her silently, and knelt side by side with Mrs. Xing on the roadside.

Jia Zheng walked quickly around to the front holding the soul-calling flag, and then the team of men gathered around the coffin and set off again.

Jiao Shun mingled in the crowd, watching the procession of supporting the spirit go further and further away. The coffin also gradually became smaller from the huge one, just like the epitome of Rongguo Mansion over the years.

If we can't find a way to repay the foreign debt in time, this may be Rongguo's last show of grandeur.
Chapter completed!