Doing something well, and adding food to make people feel happy, made Liuli feel relaxed for the first time in so many days. When she went to bed at night, she dreamed of entering the kitchen.

On the stove, there is a thick white air. In the room, the aroma is overflowing. In front of the fire, there are hundreds of fat buns and a figure in white.

Isn't the famous plain steamed bun produced by Daci'en Temple? Why is the cook dressed as a Taoist priest? In the dream, Liuli was confused. But when the Taoist priest turned around, it turned out to be: Xiao Shiyi!

This is a dream, wake up quickly. Liuli ordered herself to be very awake even if she hadn't regained consciousness yet. But she couldn't wake up, and her body couldn't move. She let Xiao Shiyi hold her hand and pull a white fat ball

The bun was placed in her palm.

His fingers were so cold, like ice, that she shivered. But the bun suddenly turned into fire, causing her great pain. She even smelled the smell of burnt meat. Looking up again, where was Xiao Xiao?

Eleven, it is clearly Mrs. Shi.

Mrs. Shi smiled at her, "Good boy, relax, don't let hatred blind you. Your life is still long, and you don't know who you will meet, who you will leave, and who will accompany you to the end. But no matter it is

Anyone who has been with you should be grateful."

Liuli wanted to speak, but her throat was blocked and she couldn't make a sound at all. It looked like a ghost was lying on the bed, being trapped by a nightmare.

However, she didn't want to wake up anymore. She suddenly felt very attached to Mrs. Shi. She only hated herself for being obsessed with her thoughts every day. She never said or showed her gratitude and admiration for Mrs. Shi. But Mrs. Shi was like that

You're smart, you should know that, right?

She stretched out her hands to hug Mrs. Shi, but she failed. In shock, she saw Mrs. Shi turn into blue mist in an instant, and the smile disappeared like that, becoming the last impression in her heart.

She was startled and fell down. When she opened her eyes again, the sky was dimly lit.

This time of day was when she felt the most peaceful. But at this moment, she was very panicked. Her heartbeat was pounding, and she had a particularly bad premonition, as if she was about to lose something forever. That was the breath of death, which she had experienced in her two lives.

There are so many that they are all familiar.

I touched my face, and there were tears all over it.

She sat up suddenly. Just when she was about to call someone, she heard a rapid knock on the door from outside. Then, there were panicked footsteps.

"Who's outside?" she asked, her voice tight.

Qingdai pushed open the door and walked in. She was only wearing a middle coat, her hair was loose, and she was wearing a coat. Her beautiful and delicate little face was pale, with tears flashing in her eyes.

"Miss..." Qingdai called out. After another pause, she said, "Sister Hongdie has received the news that Caobang is about to send. Mrs. Shi... Mrs. Shi is gone." Her voice was choked with sobs.

After living in the Shi family for three years, there is no one who has not received the love and guidance of Madam. Mrs. Shi is the common mother of all of them.

"When did it happen?" Liuli tried her best to control the muscles in her throat so as not to cry immediately.

"Today is the first seven days." Qingdai could no longer control herself and fell softly to the ground, sobbing softly.

The first seven days, the night of soul recollection. How worried must Mrs. Shi be to come all this way to fall asleep? Just like her sister, she also fell asleep on the first seven days, warning her and allowing her to escape from the fire in Huo's house.

.How virtuous and capable she is to make the deceased miss her so much!

"Help me freshen up and ask Sister Hongdie to come in." Liuli got out of bed. Although her legs were trembling, she tried her best to hold on.

There were so many things to do, such as issuing obituary notices, erecting funeral memorials in the distance, and attending to funerals. How could she have the right to cry? How could she have the right to be weak. But even though she seemed to be calmly preparing for everything, it was heart-wrenching.

How can the sadness not overflow?

In both lives, she was willful in front of her sister, often acting like a child, but she never told her sister that she loved her. As for Mrs. Shi, since she took on the title of daughter and enjoyed the love of a loving mother,

She wanted to call her mother, but she didn't.

Why? Why is it that she always has no time to do something or say something? Sometimes, she feels that the regrets on her body that can never be made up are not caused by God, but are all her own fault!

"Why don't you cry out?" The man sighed, "It's not good to hold it in your heart."

I raised my teary eyes, but there was only a blurry shadow, but I knew it was Xiao Shiyi. The obituary had just been issued in the morning, and the servants at home were busy sewing mourning clothes and setting up the mourning shed.

Others have arrived. This shows that he has an eye on Shui Mansion. But at this time, who will care about these nonsense? I don't want to ask him whether he entered through the gate or sneaked in.

Xiao Shiyi bent down, stretched out his hand, and waited patiently.

Liuli had sent all the maids and wives who lived here to help, and she was the only one in the empty yard. When he came in, he found that she was dressed in mourning clothes, with a small white flower in her black hair, and she was huddled under the table.

She was balled up into a small ball, constantly twitching, but not making any sound. It was so pitiful. She probably didn't want people to see her like this. In fact, if people who entered the house didn't look carefully, they really wouldn't see her. But.

When he saw it, his heart felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. The pain was not severe, but he understood it clearly.

"It's not shameful to cry, it's shameful not to dare to cry." He persuaded softly. He really couldn't stand the fact that she suppressed even her pain.

"You clearly know that Shitou is not my brother, Mrs. Shi, nor my mother." Liuli held her breath, because she didn't want her voice to lose control, so she could only squeeze out each word from her chest.

So, don't you have the right to cry? Xiao Yu couldn't help but shake his head. This girl always makes every relationship clear.

"Mother does not refer to the person who gave birth to you." His voice became softer, "It refers to the person who loves you and protects you. She is afraid that you will be hot in the summer, afraid of the cold in the winter, and worried that you will be hungry if she eats less.

So cry, Liuli. People will cry when their mother passes away."

He also cried back then, even though that woman never gave him the feeling of a mother.

"Come, come to me and cry." He almost coaxed her, with extraordinary magic power.

As if she was bewitched, Liuli got out from under the table and put her cold hands into the dry and warm palms. The feeling of being picked up was so close to pity.

The moment she felt the other person's body temperature, Liuli finally collapsed. But she still didn't want to make a loud noise. She just pulled away Xiao Shiyi's collar, buried her whole face on his chest, and muffled her cries.

in clothes.

Xiao Yu was tall, so he could only half bend his body to cope with the situation. He wanted to hold the person in his arms, but he reached halfway and lowered his hand.

What could be more disturbing to a man's heart than the sudden fragility of a woman who is strong, sharp, cold and distant, and always on the opposite side? At this time, his internal organs were all twisted together, and it was a mess. That strange

It feels very uncomfortable.

I don't know how long it took, but Weiwei suddenly ran in, "Miss..." She wanted to report that someone from the chief helmsman of the Cao Gang in the capital had come to offer condolences and keep a vigil, but instead she kicked the door and the people outside were stunned.

She saw the young lady in full mourning clothes. The whole person was nestled in the arms of Prince Linshan, who was dressed in pure black. The color contrast was strong, but strangely harmonious, just like the yin and yang poles in the Tai Chi diagram. Prince Linshan just stood,

There was no irregular movement at all, which is very impressive for a gentleman. Before the lady noticed her, he gently patted the lady on the shoulder and said, "If you are done crying, just stand up. Live well and do good things from now on." Then.

The voice was so gentle that Wei Wei thought the gang leader had possessed the body of His Highness the County Prince.

Liuli quickly regained her senses and stood up straight, holding Xiao Shiyi's chest. She looked up at him, confused for a moment, as if she couldn't remember what happened before, and then she said coldly, "Condolences in the front yard."

Xiao Yu almost laughed. Even if he had long been used to Liuli's burning of bridges, it was too fast, wasn't it? However, this proved that after Liuli vented his sadness, he would not become depressed and sick. In the end, it was his merit.

Why bother fussing over everything?

He was also relieved.

"My condolences." After saying these two standard words of condolences, Xiao Yu strode out, not caring about the large area of ​​wetness on his chest. Fortunately, Liuli opened the collar of his robe to cry, and it was wet.

It was the middle coat inside. The damp feeling made him feel like there were small hands scratching under his neck.

In the next few days, the daily affairs of Shui Mansion were handled in an orderly manner. This was all due to Ling Hongdie, because Liuli usually didn't care about these ancient etiquette rules, and suddenly she was asked to handle them by herself. She couldn't do everything. Even Wen Wen

Ling Hongdie invited the two sisters back. One was a bride to be married in July, and the other was a girl who had not yet been engaged. The funeral was inauspicious, so they naturally had to avoid it.

The ancients were superstitious. No matter how much they wanted to gain fame or please Shui Shiqiao, the Wen sisters did not dare to get into trouble. Besides, it was inconvenient for a large number of men from the Cao Gang to come and go. So they comforted Liuli for a few words and left.

Wang Linlang just stayed with Liuli for two days.

Two days later, another news came from the Jiangnan branch. Mrs. Shi's last words were that the funeral should not be held in a big way. But despite this, Shui Shiqiao, who was very filial to his mother-in-law, would not return to Beijing until July 7th. Although he had no actual position, he at least had an official title.

, it should be Ding You. But the emperor has decreed that he should observe filial piety in Beijing, so he will not be able to return until about two months later, almost July.

This means that the whole matter of dealing with Guo Younian falls on Liuli herself. She did not panic because she lost the help, or lost her sense of proportion. Because, everything was going according to her plan. Because, she

She was used to not relying on others, even if that person was a stone. She just felt uncertain like grass, and had a premonition that something bad would happen.

She didn't notice that Ling Hongdie hesitated to speak, but in the end she didn't say anything and only sighed secretly.

Xiao Zhen came back from Dongjin Mansion. As a prince, he did not avoid suspicion. He took the initiative to help General Shui's Mansion, entertained the male guests who came to express condolences, acted like a half-hearted man, and gave Liuli face. Of course,

Liuli didn't ask him to do more, and quickly appointed a big manager to take his place. Xiao Zhen only came to visit and comfort Liuli every day, and he also took full advantage of his fiancé's thoughts.

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