The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 24 Langjiu's Crow Mouth Cursed People to Death

The noisy and chaotic noise made the Lang family, who had just relaxed, tense up again, and they all looked at the person who was rushing towards them like crazy.

But when they saw the man's appearance and what he was wearing, they froze. My goodness, dead memories were forced to revive.

You won't survive three days!

That madman Lang Jiuchuan was cursing the old man of the Zhao family two days ago. Now, less than three days have passed, and his grandson has come to his door in white mourning clothes.

Why is this person wearing mourning clothes for no reason? If he does, doesn’t it mean that someone in his family has been taken away by the King of Hell?

Who left the Zhao family? They thought it was 200% certain to be Old Man Zhao, otherwise Zhao Yuancheng wouldn't have looked like he wanted to eat Lang Jiuchuan alive.

The Lang family felt that the funeral was very tiring. It was one trouble after another, and Lang Jiuchuan was involved in every one of them.

Someone muttered, "He's really a troublemaker."

Zhao Yuancheng had already seen Lang Jiuchuan, the thin woman who was standing in a corner and seemed out of place among the Lang family members. She looked inconspicuous, but could not be ignored.

His eyes were red and he squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

Langjiu.

She was looking at him with a calm expression. Even though he was in heavy mourning, she was not as shocked as the other members of the Lang family, and she did not even show the slightest bit of surprise.

She already knew it.

This cold yet understanding expression stung Zhao Yuancheng's eyes and he rushed over.

Cui's heart was lifted up and she took two steps subconsciously, and saw a figure blocking Lang Jiuchuan.

"Brother Zhao, let's talk it over nicely. Today is the day my grandfather's coffin is sealed." Lang Cai Meng stood between the two of them, looked at Zhao Yuancheng and bowed, but when he saw the white mourning clothes on him, he seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Zhao Yuancheng gritted his teeth: "Get out of the way."

How could Lang Caimeng dare to do that? The other party looked so determined that if he was given a knife, he would cut Lang Jiuchuan into nine pieces.

Lang Zhengping had already walked over and was looking at the white mourning clothes on Zhao Yuancheng's body. His expression of astonishment was no less than when he saw the sinister long needle being pulled out of his father's head.

"Yuan Cheng, you are so filial..."

Zhao Yuancheng's throat rolled over, and he stared over Lang Caimeng's shoulder at Lang Jiuchuan behind him, choking with sobs and saying, "Grandfather, my grandfather passed away this morning."

Everyone: "!"

The hanging heart finally died.

It turned out to be just as she had cursed.

Feeling everyone's gaze, Lang Jiuchuan pushed aside Lang Caimeng, faced Zhao Yuancheng, and said, "What do you want from me?"

"It was you who cursed my grandfather to death!" Zhao Yuancheng's eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were crackling.

"Zhao Yuancheng!"

A loud shout woke everyone up.

Lang Zhengping hurried over to greet him. It was Zhao Yuancheng's father, Zhao Kun, who was also the current vice minister of the Ministry of Justice. He was also in mourning. He bowed with both hands and called out the other's courtesy name: "Brother Qining."

Zhao Kun returned the greeting and said, "My son is rude. I hope you won't take offense." Lang Zhengping shook his head and asked anxiously, "Did Yuan Cheng just mention your uncle?"

"When the servants went to wake him up this morning, they found that he had passed away." Zhao Kun pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "He passed away in his sleep, very peacefully. He didn't have any regrets at all."

"Dad!" Zhao Yuancheng was still somewhat resentful. It was clearly that vicious girl Lang Jiu who had cursed his grandfather.

Zhao Kun glared at him: "Shut up, you are going to be a father, how can you not know the importance of things? How can you be worthy of your grandfather's careful teaching of you? And what you said just now was too hurtful, what kind of curse is that? It's totally nonsense. Why don't you apologize to your sister from the Lang family?"

Zhao Yuancheng: “?”

Sister? Screw his sister. Zhao Yuancheng doesn’t have such a vicious and crow-mouthed sister!

Seeing that he was being stubborn, Zhao Kun glared at him fiercely, turned his head and looked at Lang Jiuchuan with a strange look in his eyes, walked forward and said, "This is Zhengfan's daughter, right? She has grown up so much now? I'm sorry, your brother Zhao grew up with his grandfather since he was a child, and now he passed away suddenly. He couldn't accept it for a while, so he spoke ill of you. Uncle Zhao apologizes to you on his behalf, please don't be angry with him."

Seeing him really bend down, everyone was a little confused, right?
Lang Jiuchuan raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't blame me? He said I cursed your old man to death."

Zhao Kun smiled bitterly: "Birth, aging, sickness and death are inevitable. My father is also old. As for the curse, it is just nonsense. It is your brother Zhao who has lost his mind."

Zhao Yuancheng's eyes became even redder with anger. He took another step forward, but was grabbed by the arms by Lang Caimeng and Lang Cai Ze.

"My dear brother, I am sorry to bother you today. If it weren't for this unfilial son who came and threatened to cause trouble, I would not have dared to come here. The mourning shed has just been set up at home and we are busy everywhere. We will not stay any longer and meet again another day." Zhao Kun said to Lang Zhengping, then bowed in the direction of the mourning hall, hesitated for a moment, turned to look at Lang Jiuchuan and said, "Jin girl, can you please have a word with me?"

"Now that he's gone, there's nothing to worry about." Lang Jiuchuan seemed to know what he wanted to ask and replied with this sentence.

Zhao Kun seemed to be relieved, and this expression made Lang Zhengping look at him sideways.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at his side, then at Zhao Kun, waved at him, walked to the side, and when Zhao Kun came closer, he said, "There is a natural history book on the second row of the bookshelf in the South Study. Go back and take a look."

Zhao Kun's pupils shrank and he looked at her intently.

Lang Jiuchuan was somewhat helpless, and added: "Also, he wants to wear that light blue silk dress embroidered with crabapple flowers."

Zhao Kun's fingers trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but he saw Lang Jiuchuan had turned around and walked into the mourning hall. She tilted her head slightly and her lips moved, as if she was talking to someone. He couldn't help but pause, his eyes a little red.

Everyone looked at this scene and looked at each other in bewilderment until Zhao Kun and his son were sent away by Lang Zhengping, and then they came to their senses.

"No, so she really cursed Mr. Zhao to death. Isn't this a definite crow's mouth?" Lang Cailing's voice was a little sharp.

Mrs. Wu, who was standing next to her, tugged at her sleeve and pursed her lips.

Lang Cailing took a look and saw her stepmother and Cui standing side by side. Both of them were looking at her with ambiguous expressions and her face turned pale.

Even though the other members of the Lang family were extremely curious, they did not dare to speak carelessly. What if Lang Jiu heard them and cursed them, and then came with an ugly ghost that would do nothing for them?
At this time, Zhao Kun was also teaching Zhao Yuancheng a lesson, saying, "You are the eldest grandson. Your grandfather just passed away and the family is in a mess. As the eldest grandson he placed great hopes on, you are not at home to help with the funeral, but you come to someone else's house to make trouble. What kind of behavior is that? And what about the curse of death? You are a student who has read many books of sages? If you say such words and spread them out, not only will it ruin the reputation of that little girl, but it will also make people laugh at you for not knowing right from wrong."

Zhao Yuancheng felt a little ashamed, but said, "Didn't you hear how she cursed Grandfather, saying that he wouldn't live for many days, and Grandfather really did..."

Zhao Kun looked at him and said, "Yes, your grandfather really passed away, but don't you think that if this is not a coincidence, what basis does she have for her words to come true?"

Zhao Yuancheng's body stiffened and his fingers curled slightly.

Zhao Kun's eyes were filled with sorrow, and he said, "I will tell you in detail after your grandfather's funeral is over."

He lifted the curtain and looked towards the Lang family's mansion. Thinking of Lang Jiuchuan's words and his own hard work and running around in the past two days under his father's instructions, he couldn't help but pursed his lips.

The Lang family really has some destiny.

(End of this chapter)