The uncle looked straight at Xi Zhu and said fiercely: "This is not your home, you shouldn't be here..."
At this point, he looked suddenly enlightened, looked at Xi Zhu several times, looked at the housekeeper and said, "Do you think he has a square face?"
Xing Quan, the ex-husband of Xizhu’s biological mother Zhao, had a square face.
This raises doubts about Xi Zhu’s bloodline.
The housekeeper's eyes widened and he looked at Xi Zhu carefully.
He would rather it was not his uncle's seed than believe that this little beast "killed his father".
But no.
Xi Zhu is as thin as his uncle, with a long face, and Xiao Mu is more beautiful.
The uncle didn't want the housekeeper to answer. His eyes fell on one side of Xi Zhu's face, with a dreamy look on his face: "He also has a horse-tethering post, and Xing Quan also has a horse-tethering post..."
The old housekeeper said hurriedly: "No, no, you grew up with him. Don't you know whether Mr. Xing has him or not?"
The uncle looked ferocious and said: "He does, Xing Quan has a horse-hitch stake!"
The old housekeeper was over sixty years old. Hearing his uncle's words of certainty, he was a little unsure of his own memory.
In addition, since Xing Quan left, I haven’t seen him for more than ten years.
He thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said, "I remember clearly, he didn't..."
He was more than ten years older than his uncle, and he worked for his uncle when he was in his twenties. At that time, his uncle was only in his teens.
Xing Quan is uncle's nanny brother and the boy beside him.
The old housekeeper has watched the two of them grow up.
The uncle smiled a little coldly and said: "I have a horse-tethering post. Enie said it was a sign of a noble person, and he would be granted the title of a nobleman in the future, but I had trouble getting on the horse... Xing Quan also had this, and I cried.
The wet nurse tied Xing Quan's horse-tethering stake with a thread..."
The so-called "hitch" is the small bump in front of the ear.
If it is tied with a thread, if the blood does not flow, the upper part will become necrotic.
The old housekeeper's eyes widened and he was shocked.
Mrs. Bo looked at her uncle and was speechless.
The atmosphere solidified.
When Mrs. Zhao came in with a big belly, there was something unclear about her.
Not everyone in the clan criticizes and doubts the bloodline.
After all, she is an outside concubine, not a normal concubine in the house.
No one said anything until the tin pillar fell to the ground and had a horse-tethering post like the uncle's.
Mrs. Bo said angrily: "How can you be worthy of the ancestors of the Dong E family?!"
Even though he knew that his bloodline was doubtful, he still regarded him as his heir.
Even if Zhao's murder came out, he would never forget to transfer more private property to his son.
The uncle's face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, and his laughter was uglier than crying, and he said, "Can't you even deceive yourself and others?"
Mrs. Bo felt disgusted.
What kind of thing is this? For the sake of his face, he allows a child of unknown blood to overwhelm his nephews, and dares to climb up to the throne of the county prince's palace!
Xi Zhu was dumbfounded and shook his head quickly: "No, no, Ama is not. My aunt made it clear that Xing Quan was not in the capital at that time, but in Baoding..."
The uncle looked at him with a serious look in his eyes and said, "Your aunt used six hundred taels of silver to bribe Mrs. Wen, who attended the birth, and made her say that you were born at full term and your body is weak only because of me..."
Xi Zhu looked horrified and was speechless.
Mrs. Bo didn't even look at her uncle, she just looked at the pomegranate tree and said calmly, "It finally died, after so many years. I should have chopped it down when Mrs. Zhao came in!"
The uncle looked outside dreamily.
It's a windy spring day, and a few days ago my eyes were full of blue and green, but now the branches are bare.
Only some sparse and yellow leaves were still swaying in the wind.
The uncle's face turned redder and his eyes became moister.
He turned his head and looked at the flower pot at hand, reached it, grabbed the pomegranate branch, and lifted it up.
Under the branches, there were no signs of sprouting, but instead they were black and rotten.
This pomegranate branch was also completely dead.
"puff!"
The uncle spat out a mouthful of blood and leaned straight down.
The old housekeeper hurriedly hugged her, but her body fluttered up and she felt dead and heavy.
When Xi Zhu saw this, he was so frightened that his body froze.
It was Mrs. Bo who saw that the old housekeeper was about to be taken down, so she got up and came to help.
But when she helped her uncle back to the kang, her expression paused.
The uncle's eyes were staring like a statue.
The old housekeeper endured his grief and reached out to poke under his uncle's nose. It took a while before he sobbed.
The uncle lowered his eyes and touched the Buddhist beads in his hand. She felt neither sadness nor joy.
"Ama, Ama... wuwu... how can I live..."
Xi Zhu walked to the kang on his knees, crying loudly and trying to throw himself on his uncle.
The old housekeeper kicked him away and said, "You unfilial little beast, get out of here!"
Even if the bloodline is not real, the kindness of raising her for more than ten years is real.
It turns out that this little beast is just like his aunt, a white-eyed wolf who is not well-bred!
My uncle's death has been prepared for a long time.
The uncle got up, sent someone to deliver the letter to the next door, and then started to take care of things in an orderly manner.
Xindali is an earl, and there are rules for everything after his death.
Moreover, the letter of his death must be reported to the clan government and the Ministry of Rites.
On the tenth day of April, the day when the holy driver arrived at Jiangning Mansion, Brother Ninth got the news that the second class Bo Xindali died of illness.
He hurriedly went to the imperial court and looked for the book from the Ministry of Rites.
The result was only one sentence: Shenchu died of illness in Bo's house on the sixth day of this month, and Dorogg asked about the funeral arrangements.
This is a common practice. After a noble person is mourned, if he has contributed to the country, he will be given a "posthumous title". After that, he will be carried out to attend the funeral, or be given a sutra and quilt.
However, people like my uncle who did not go out on errands would usually attend funerals as usual.
The zhezi has been approved by Zhu, and it is indeed "according to regulations."
Brother Jiu wanted to go to the imperial court to tell the emperor about the inheritance of the title of Dong E's family. After hesitating for a while, he went to the east courtyard guest house to find his wife.
Regarding the in-law family, it is better to listen to your wife’s opinion.
Shu Shu was sitting in front of the dressing table, letting Xiao Chun put her hair down.
Today at Jiangning Pier, not only Jiangsu officials and people greeted her, but Jiangsu's royal wives also gathered to greet the Queen Mother and other royal female family members.
Shu Shu and Prince Fujin also changed into Prince Fujin's auspicious clothes to serve as a backdrop.
Before leaving the capital, Shu Shu was looking forward to coming to Jiangning Weaving Mansion.
When I came here, I no longer felt anything.
But today I also witnessed a piece of history.
When the holy driver arrived outside the Zhizao Mansion in Jiangning, Mrs. Sun, her daughter-in-law, grandson and granddaughter knelt down to greet the holy driver outside the Zhizao Mansion.
Kangxi personally helped the old lady stand up, followed by his entourage and said to the minister of civil and military affairs of the province: "This is my old man!"
Both the Cao family and the Sun family are extremely respectable.
Shu Shu thought about the children following behind Mrs. Sun. The boy was in his teens and the girl was eight or nine years old.
Needless to say, the boy is Cao Yin's only son Cao Temp, and the girl is the future Prince Pingjun, Fujin.
Cao Yin now has two sons and two daughters. The youngest is probably still young, so he did not pick up the car with his elders.
Jiangning Zhizao Mansion is said to be a government office, but two generations of the Cao family have lived there for more than thirty years, so it is more like a private residence.
In order to welcome the guests, it was even renovated.
The guest house where Shu Shu and others have settled has new window screens and new blue bricks on the floor.
This is really the beginning.
In the future, when Kangxi made his fourth, fifth, and sixth tours to the south, the Cao family would pick him up.
But how could there be such a big deficit?
If we only repair the Weaving Mansion and use it as a palace, we can get 30,000 taels of silver at a time.
Just as she was wondering, she heard hurried and familiar footsteps outside.
Shu Shu was worried about Jueluo these days, and could not help but be confused by concern. He immediately stood up, went out to greet her, and asked with concern: "Is it Ama's letter?"
Brother Jiu shook his head and said: "It's not a letter from home, it's because the Ministry of Rites made an announcement and my uncle has gone!"
Shu Shu was startled, and when she realized what she was doing, she felt extremely complicated.
To say that he is not sad would be a lie. After all, he is an elder who has been loving to me for many years.
If he was too sad, it would be a lie. After all, he had known since the beginning of February that he was dragging his feet.
Brother Jiu was a little worried and pulled her to sit down next to the Arhat's couch.
Seeing the red circles in her eyes, she could only sigh: "I'm sorry."
Shu Shu nodded slightly and said, "I'm fine."
As the niece-in-law, Brother Jiu has no feelings at all.
We are not clan relatives, and we have never had any dealings with each other. We have no friendship at all.
"What will your father-in-law do about the title?"
Brother Jiu asked curiously.
Shu Shu thought for a while and said, "Just do nothing!"
No matter what, if you fight at this time, it will look too ugly.
Seeing Brother Jiu sitting peacefully, he said comfortably: "Do you know how the female family members in the palace mourn for their parents' family?"
In Manchuria, mourning clothes are light, especially for married women.
When you get to your grandson, you don't have to kneel down.
This has something to do with their custom of "respecting but not being close to foreigners".
Now on my southern tour, there are so many elders above me.
Shu Shu is just a junior, so she can't wear mourning clothes casually.
Brother Jiu shook his head and said, "How could I ever pay attention to this..."
At this point, he also understood Shu Shu's difficulty, stood up and said: "I'll ask Hui'e Niang..."
Shu Shu nodded and said, "Sorry to bother you."
As a royal wife, Shu Shu must respect the rules in the palace.
However, after Brother Jiu left, she still took off her jewelry and changed her robe to a plain color.
Xiaochun, Xiaosong and others also changed their costumes.
Here, Concubine Hui followed the Queen Mother to see a series of orders, and then came back to rest.
When she heard that Brother Jiu asked to see him, she sat up and called him in immediately.
"Mother-in-law..."
Brother Jiu greeted him with greetings, and then told his purpose of coming. "My son Fujin was feeling uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to break the rules, so he took the initiative to invite me to look for my concubine..."
No matter what time it is, it is sad to lose faith.
Especially people of her generation.
Concubine Hui thought for a while and said: "You, Fujin, are a married woman, not a member of Dong E's family. You are just an uncle, and you are a step further away. You don't need to wear white clothes. It's enough to spend a month in plain clothes..."
Manchus obeyed lightly, and a married woman who served her family obeyed even more lightly.
After hearing this, Brother Jiu frowned and said, "Isn't it too gentle? Are you going to serve a hundred days for my sister-in-law first?"
Speaking of distance, he is my uncle over there.
Concubine Hui sighed: "This has been the rule since ancient times. The filial piety of the husband's family is more important than the filial piety of the mother's family. This is true not only in Manchuria but also in the Han people where there are many rules..."
"What about my son?"
Brother Jiu asked.
Concubine Hui shook her head and said: "If you are going to a funeral, wear a belt; if you go out, you must remove your filial piety; if you are not going to a funeral, you will have no clothes."
If the person who died was his father-in-law, it would only last for a month at most.
Those are also the rules outside. Here in the royal family, they say they follow the rules, but in fact they are the most unruly.
Brother Jiu got the confidence and nodded: "Then I will take note of it. I will wait until my son Fujin comes out of the service and then kowtow to the concubine."
Concubine Hui waved her hands and said: "It's just a few words, so what's the point? Go, go, stay with you Fujin. No one will feel good when this relative dies."
Brother Jiu agreed, stood up, said goodbye and left...