Yang Siyuan is a high-ranking official and is a good person on weekdays.

There are a lot of people coming to pay their respects.

As the only son of the Yang family, Yang Ruo was wearing a robe and knelt in front of the mourning hall with a few cousins ​​to burn paper.

The peach blossom eyes were covered with blood.

The weather has become cold these days and it has been raining one after another. My father was seriously ill and couldn't bear the coldness at all. He actually had a high fever, vomited blood, twitched... and tortured to death!

When he thought of his father's tragic situation before his death, he shivered all over.

Among the daughters of the Yang family who got married, the fourth girl Yang Zhen, who married the closest to home, she was the first to come here.

Together with his husband Gu Jingwen, we set out to prepare for his father's funeral.

In addition to sending servants to ride horses to the residences of relatives to report the funeral, there are also matters such as burial, guarding shops, placing coffins, mourning, and thanking Xiao.

Zhang Juling took a carriage to the Yang Mansion gate, stepped down on the stool, and saw Gu Jingwen greeting guests.

"Uncle San."

He strode over and bowed.

"You're here?"

Gu Jingwen had a filial piety belt tied on his head and talked to him: "...Yuexi is in the mourning hall."

He knew that his niece had a good relationship with his brother-in-law when he was studying at Gu Family School.

Zhang Juling nodded and greeted him: "I'll go to worship Lord Yang first, and then go to find Yuexi."

Gu Jingwen reached out to call a servant and asked him to lead the way for Zhang Juling.

Zhang Juling went to Yang Siyuanling to scent, went to the outside room with Yang Ruo, and asked him: "I met you in the yamen a few days ago. Didn't you say that Lord Yang's health has improved, why is it so suddenly?"

Yang Ruo's throat tightened: "Hot and cold diseases are dangerous... Doctor Song was also unsure.

When it occurs, there is no way.

My father couldn't eat anything and vomited blood from time to time.

It's so painful."

He even felt that his father was better than living in pain when he died.

My father is a very proud person. He usually does everything himself... He watched him take care of him even when he was in a clean room, so he should feel very uncomfortable.

Zhang Juling is not a talkative person, so he doesn't know what to say in such a situation. He just pats his shoulder, "The deceased is gone, and those who are alive should take care of themselves."

There was a noise from the courtyard, and Deshun trotted over to report to Yang Ruo: "Young Master, hurry up and welcome him. Prince Ling and Lord Yan came to the mansion to pay their respects to the master."

Yang Ruo's eyes were cold: "Their information was very informed."

As soon as my father left, they followed him, and he seemed very affectionate and loyal.

Zhang Juling glanced at Yang Ruo: "Yuexi, I will accompany you."

Yang Ruo said "yes", and the two of them picked up the curtain and walked out.

Zhu Gaozhi wore a crescent white lotus leaf pattern and a green jade crown on his head, handsome and gentle.

If there weren't a group of guards behind him, I would really think he was an ordinary rich young master.

Yan Liang followed him to his right.

Yang Ruo took a few steps and bowed: "Your best, Prince Ling, please come with Lord Yan. My father will be very pleased if he knows you in the spring..."

Zhu Gaozhi twitched his lips and smiled: "You are polite, Lord Yang, both of whom are officials in the court, it is really a pity that Mr. Yang was surprised by this."

Yang Ruotao narrowed her eyes slightly, stretched out her right hand, and pushed the two of them towards the mourning hall.

The culprit came into the Yang family swaggeringly...but he wanted to greet him with a smile.

It's really cowardly!

Anger and helplessness filled their chests, and Yang Ruo's lower lip was about to bleed.

"Yuexi."

Zhang Juling pulled him and reminded him in time: "...you have to cheer up."

Prince Ling and Yan Liang have already looked here.

At around noon, the two brothers of Wang Zhiyuan, Gu Lin, Gu Jingran and others from Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion also arrived.

After everyone was incense in one after another, they were invited by the housekeeper to have tea.

Prince Yu came with the young marquis Xu Pei, and they met on the road.

"Yuexi, please feel sorry for me."

Xu Pei had been incense and talked to Yang Ruo beside him: "Take care without authorization."

He rarely named his name Yang Ruo. He has known each other for many years, and he has never had a good time or had a falling out.

He didn't understand what he was thinking.

Maybe a little guilty.

Yang Ruo bowed: "Thank you for your concern."

Xu Pei has harmed the Yang family and helped.

The cause is all because of my father.

Now that my father is dead... the grudges will be cleared.

Yang Siyuan's eldest daughter Yang Rouyuan married in Nanjing and was quick to fight. She didn't enter the Yang Mansion until late at night.

When she saw Mrs. Yang, she hugged her and cried, and then went to her father's spiritual predecessor.

"Father...the unfilial daughter is back."

Yang Rou cried miserably: "Didn't you say you would still pay New Year's money to your daughter when the end of the year?

No matter how you say it, you'll leave.

What should I do if my daughter misses you?

Where else can I find you?”

She is Yang Siyuan's eldest daughter, raised like a pearl in her hand.

Talk about it.

I have been holding it in my palm since I was a child.

As soon as the girl cried, Mrs. Yang's tears couldn't stop falling.

She reached out and stroked her husband's coffin, over and over again.

"Sister."

Yang Zhen went to help her up and advised, "You come from afar, let's take a break first."

"My sister, father..."

Yang Rou shook her head and refused, and couldn't speak in a choked manner.

My father is still so young, he is not even at forty years old...

The north wind was howling, mixed with crying sounds, and it was very far away.

In the vast dark night, there are not even the moon or the stars.

Extra dark.

Gu Han was awakened by a nightmare. She dreamed of the scene in her cemetery... But the content of the dream was something that had never appeared in the previous life - Gu Zhao and Gu Qing came to pay tribute to her.

The woods are quiet, and although it is daytime, they give people a gloomy feeling.

"Sister, it's awesome, why are you calling me here to do?"

Gu Zhao was dressed in luxurious clothes and was combed in a woman's hair bun.

A girl followed her, and the bamboo basket in her hand contained some ingots, yellow paper, candles, etc.

"I have always dreamed recently that my sisters were playing together in the Gu family when they were young..." Gu Qing's expression was a little distant in an instant, and she said, "Sister Han is very pitiful. She is gone before she was born... She finally got married. When Zhang Juling was ranked first among the Nine Ministers, she died again."

"Sister, what does this have to do with you."

Gu Zhao spoke disdainfully: "It's Gu Han who is stupid.

She believed everything we said without saying anything.

I just hate my grandmother who married her to Zhang Juling back then... Zhou Haobo got involved by accident.

Since it can make Gu Han suffer, I am willing to do anything, so why not do it?"

"Shut up."

Gu Qing glanced at Gu Han's tombstone and warned her: "The deceased is the greatest.

If you are close, don't talk nonsense."
To be continued...