Liang Jun'er had long heard that the palace stipulated that servants were not allowed to burn paper in private in the palace to pay homage. She happened to meet her today and wanted to remind her, but she didn't want others to know about it and get punished for no reason.
"My slave deserves to die, my slave deserves to die..." While she was looking at the bonfire in front of her with concentration, Chuntao thought of her mother who died young and cried so sadly that she suddenly heard someone talking behind her, but she didn't know who it was, so she hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to apologize.
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Liang Jun'er was embarrassed, these words were so familiar, any slave would instinctively resort to this trick when something went wrong.
Didn't she herself master this trick precociously?
So, she stepped forward helplessly and asked quickly, "Don't yell, it's me. Why are you burning paper money here alone?"
"Is it Sister Ruyue? Wuwu..." Seeing that the person coming was Liang Jun'er, Chuntao breathed a sigh of relief, but she began to cry more and more sadly. Her tears were like broken beads and she couldn't stop them.
"Stop crying, it won't be good if others hear you!" Liang Jun'er looked around. Although Xiyuan has always been quiet, except for the servants in Xiyuan, there are usually no other people coming, but it is better to be careful.
"Woo..." Chuntao tried her best to restrain herself, but she still whimpered intermittently, which made Liang Jun'er feel sad.
"Come on, tell me, what happened? Why are you secretly burning paper money here?" Liang Jun'er saw Chuntao's eyes that were swollen from crying, and deliberately joked, "You are still crying, look at your eyes, they are as swollen as peaches.
, it really suits your name, that’s how Spring Tao came from, but it’s a pity that it’s winter now, so you should change your name to Dongtao!”
When Liang Jun'er said this, Chuntao smiled and her tears finally stopped, "I never thought Sister Ruyue could be so bad and used to make fun of me. This Chuntao was named by my mother, how could I change it casually?
go?!"
As soon as she mentioned her mother, Chuntao seemed to start crying again, and Liang Jun'er quickly took out her handkerchief to wipe her tears.
With Chuntao's appearance, Liang Jun'er seemed to guess that today's incident might have something to do with her mother, so she asked carefully, "Your mother..."
"Today is my mother's memorial day. On that day, my mother fell ill and had no money to treat her, so my father sold me to the palace. I expected to get a few taels of silver to treat my mother, but my mother never recovered from her illness. I went to the palace.
My mother passed away in less than a month. Poor mother... she didn't even see me for the last time!"
"Every year on this day, I can only secretly burn some paper money for my mother here to fulfill my filial piety... Wow, I wonder if my mother can receive these when she is in heaven. I couldn't let my mother enjoy it when she was alive, and now she is dead.
, I can only secretly burn some paper money to give to her, and I don’t know if my mother will receive it in heaven..."
Chuntao cried while talking.
Liang Jun'er listened quietly and looked silently at the sad Chuntao crying in front of her.
But at the age of thirteen or fourteen, if you were born in modern times, your father would love you and your mother would love you. But in this ancient world where power is valued everywhere, it is a pity that as a servant, you have to be careful even when worshiping your own mother.
Only when it was late at night did I dare to secretly burn some paper money.
"Have you seen the round moon?" Liang Jun'er pointed to the moon in the sky and asked Chuntao, "Come, let's kowtow to the moon. If your mother knew in the sky, she would know that you have grown up today.
Da, she lives very well in the palace, can take care of herself, and is sensible, so she will naturally feel relieved..."