The Xia family hurriedly went out with the paper money.
His voice was nasal and his eyes were red. He rubbed his eyes. The Fang family had helped her a lot during her exile, and after she came to the barren capital, the Fang family had often taken care of her.
There were dozens of people in the Fang family.
Just thinking about it made Xia Shi's heart ache, and tears couldn't help but fall.
Yang pinfeng pulled Jiang huailu out of the door, with Lu huaijiang following behind.
"Lulu, the Fang family is so pitiful. These were all given to them by the people. When I came here, I heard father say that he was going to build a Cenotaph for them in huangdu so that they can be worshipped by the people in the future." Yang pinfeng's eyes were red, and he was wearing white silk along the way.
Along the way, there were commoners who knelt down. They were all wearing plain clothes and burning paper.
"Master Fang, your family can rest in peace. We'll remember you."
