Hearing the news, Dong Nuan was stunned for a moment.
She was just thinking, is the person gone?
Thinking about it, she had been away from Beijing for a long time, and Mrs. Hou was not in good health to begin with. Maybe after two months of delay, the other party would be exhausted.
After reacting, Dong Nuan sighed softly, with regret between her eyebrows.
Speaking of which, Mrs. Hou is not too old, and the specific cause of the disease is probably not known.
Of course, Dong Nuan didn't really understand what the imperial doctors said.
This one is empty and that one is a loss.
In modern times, the cause or pathology of this disease and that disease are the same, but the explanations are different.
But thinking about this now is of no use.
Now that Mrs. Hou is gone, the Hou family has to do some white things, and other families have to pay their respects as a courtesy.
Dong Nuan must also go here. After all, Hanjianglou and Wen Shuran are classmates, and the two houses have some friendship, so they must be prepared.
I just returned to the academy from Hanjiang Tower, so I guess I don't have much time, but I still have time to go and pay a stick of incense.
Therefore, Dongnuan asked Qingzhu to start preparing some items.
Clothes and the like also need to be changed into plain colors as much as possible.
You can't go to express your condolences and still dress in fancy clothes. Isn't this looking for trouble?
Hanjianglou's clothes are ready. He is wearing a pale long gown. The color is thick and bright, but it doesn't look light and bright.
Here in the warm winter, Qingzhu prepared several sets. She picked through them, and finally chose an ivory white embroidered long-sleeved coat, a thick moon-white armor, and a glazed blue crane-embroidered horse-faced skirt.
The top is plain and light, and the skirt is heavy-colored, neither looking light or flashy.
After comparing the warmth in winter, I felt that this outfit looked good, so I motioned to Qingzhu to prepare some clothes first.
Mrs. Hou is gone today. White lanterns can be hung in the Hou Mansion today, but condolences cannot begin until tomorrow.
Hanjiang Tower also heard the news from the academy, so he didn't stay at the academy in the evening, but came back directly by carriage.
Dinner seemed a little quiet because of Mrs. Hou's departure.
After dinner, the two of them sat in the small hall and drank Xiaoshi soup. In front of them was a crackling charcoal brazier, which was burning fine charcoal fire, with almost no smoke and dust, and the taste was pretty good.
Dong Nuan held the warm hawthorn soup cup in her hand. After a long time, she sighed softly: "I was originally thinking about whether to submit the post today and try again in the past. Who knows, the person will be gone now."
Hanjiang Tower is actually quite unexpected, but this kind of thing cannot be blamed on Dong Nuan.
What's more, even if he is weird, he is still on his little wife's side.
Therefore, when he heard Dong Nuan say this, he was afraid that she would blame herself for this matter. Hanjiang Lou couldn't help but softly said: "The world is unpredictable, and I shouldn't expect too much. It's not your fault."
After saying that, he was afraid that Dong Nuan would feel uncomfortable. Han Jianglou put the digestion soup bowl on the desk. He stood up and walked to Dong Nuan. He gently held the little girl in his arms, dismounted and gently pressed her collarbone.
At the scene, the voice was low and sweet: "Nuan Bao, you are not a saint, you can't save all the people, we can just do our best."
The warmth of winter is just a temporary sigh, but it’s not particularly uncomfortable.
To put it bluntly, her relationship with Mrs. Hou is not very deep. Although the relationship is good, the relationship is still shallow.
So, sad?
It's not that serious, or it could be said to be hypocritical, I just couldn't help but sigh for a moment.
"I know, I just can't help but sigh, things really are unpredictable." Dong Nuan sighed softly and leaned into Han Jianglou's arms.
The fluffy little head kept thrusting into his arms. Hanjianglou couldn't control himself, raised his head and kissed the little girl's hair gently.
This bite seemed to turn on a switch, making Hanjiang Tower want to ask for more.
So, he kissed again and again, and finally, Dong Nuan couldn't help but shrink his neck and beg for mercy: "Oh, it's itchy, it's so itchy. Didn't you shave?"
When Hanjianglou was asked this question, he couldn't help but doubt himself. He even reached out and touched it and murmured: "I shaved it."
Realizing that he remembered correctly, Hanjianglou held Dong Nuan's hand tightly, and said in a deep voice, with a hint of temptation: "Nuan Bao, try again, it's really scratched."
Dong Nuan:......!
Huh, take advantage of me and still want me to take the initiative, no way...
Ah, okay, there is a door.
Who makes the other party look good and appetizing!
Hanjiang Tower's gentle coaxing diluted Dong Nuan's sadness about the impermanence of life.
Early on the next morning, Dongnuan and Hanjianglou tidied up, changed into new clothes, and put on their makeup. Hanjianglou only wore a plain peach wood hairpin.
Of course, the different meaning of this hairpin is that it was carved by Dong Nuan himself. The patterns on it are very simple, but the intentions are different and the meanings they represent are also different.
Hanjianglou is usually reluctant to wear it.
However, today’s makeup and jewelry should be modest.
Therefore, Hanjianglou chose this one.
Dong Nuan is the clothes I prepared yesterday, and my hair is in a relatively simple bun with frost-colored velvet flowers on it, paired with a white jade begonia bow, and the earrings are also simple white jade gourds.
After the two people packed up, they took a carriage to the Anding Marquis Mansion.
Many people came to express their condolences today. Wen Shuran, his elder brother Wen Dingran, the heir apparent of the Hou family, and several concubine brothers came to greet them.
Dongnuan and Hanjianglou offered incense to Mrs. Hou together, and then the male and female guests separated.
Dong Nuan went to the backyard, Mrs. Hou was no longer there, and now the person in charge of the house was the Crown Prince's wife, Mrs. Lin.
Speaking of which, this Lin family is still related to Mr. Lin, the supervisor of Shanglinyuan.
However, they are more distantly related, but they are both of the same race.
Dong Nuan's relationship with this Lin family is not very close. Lin's thoughts are traditional and her behavior is relatively rigid. She feels a little disdain for a girl like Dong Nuan who is very outgoing.
Of course, if people have good etiquette, they will not show it externally or deliberately target it.
But Dong Nuan's senses are very keen. It's impossible for her not to know whether the other person likes her or dislikes her.
After knowing each other, the relationship between the two people became relatively distant and polite, not cordial.
After seeing Mrs. Lin, Dong Nuan greeted her politely, and the other party also greeted her. After all, Dong Nuan had a higher status.
After the two were polite, Dong Nuan went in to find the second girl, and Mrs. Lin continued to welcome the guests.
Her mother had just passed away, and the second girl was not in very good shape. She had to work hard to socialize with others, and even after putting makeup on her face, she still looked very haggard.
Seeing her like this, and then thinking about how a few months ago, she was just a young second girl carrying semen, Dong Nuan felt a mixture of emotions in her heart.
After seeing the winter warmth, the second girl cheered up and said a few words to her.
Dong Nuan visited Mrs. Hou last time. Mrs. Hou was in good condition for a few days, but after those few days, things got worse and worse.
Because of this, Miss Wen Er is quite grateful for the warmth in winter.
It made my mother feel comfortable for at least two days.
