Chu Li, the first year of Hongsheng, early summer.
Outside the long window, drizzle is falling, light smoke is like mist, and the white soul-calling flags are slowly swaying with the cool wind.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Yin Fangli strode to the coffin, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and when the knife slashed down, there was an exclamation in the mourning hall.
"Second brother, don't do it!" Yin Fangxiong shouted, but he was unable to stop him.
When the coffin was torn apart, the gold, silver, jade, and various jewelry buried with it rolled all over the floor.
A pink and plump three-year-old baby fell into the pile of jewelry, staring at the group of adults with mouths in an "O" shape in front of him with his big eyes as bright as longan, blinking again and again.
A pink skirt that she usually likes best fits her body shape perfectly. It is a splendid blouse with a high waist and a wonderful bow tied on the chest. Her whole body is soft and pink, and she is so cute.
"Qin'er!!" A young man in a white shirt with black hair and jade-like lips rushed forward excitedly, hugged the little person tightly into his arms, patted her back with one hand, inhaled hard and shouted,
"Qin'er Qin'er, brother is here, don't be afraid, wuwuwuwu..."
The little doll was very angry and struggled with its hands and feet. Suddenly, its little mouth opened in a ridiculous "O" shape, and it stared at its fleshy little hands in a daze for a moment.
"What is going on??" The little doll let out a sharp cry, breaking through the sky...
It's a time when everyone is dumbfounded.
A harsh sob deliberately reached everyone's ears.
"Master! Why didn't you send someone to tell me when such a big thing happened in the palace? What a pity, our imperial concubine passed away before she even entered the palace. I don't know what happened to the queen mother and the emperor.
, what are the arrangements now? In fact, our Xue'er is already thirteen years old, and even Meier is already eleven. It's time to share the worries for the master..."
The woman who came in had a white beaded flower in her hair and was plump. She was sobbing as she walked, pretending to wipe the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, but when she saw the little baby sitting in the middle of the room among the jewelry on the floor, she felt like she had been beaten.
It felt like a punch, and I felt bored immediately!
"Er Niang, you started crying as soon as you walked in. Qin'er is living well now, so don't talk nonsense!" the young man in white shirt scolded sternly.
"Ruyi, don't speak so loudly to Er Niang." Bai Xiaodie, the gentle and gentle lady of Xiangguo, stepped forward, bent down and picked up her precious daughter who was as beautiful as pearls.
Qin'er's death cast a huge shadow on the Yin family. Up to now, everyone in the Yin family still can't believe that Qin'er miraculously came back to life.
Holding her lost and found daughter in her arms, Bai Xiaodie was not very emotional. One can imagine how much her mood changed.
Luo Shi Tao Niang took advantage of no one and rolled her eyes in the direction of Bai Xiaodie. She muttered in her heart: You are the only virtuous person who can teach your son in front of outsiders. If you really know how to teach your son, how can your son be able to stand in front of so many people?
Do you want to embarrass me in front of others? Hum, you are so prude! She, the last thing you want to look at is Bai Xiaodie!