Grandma shook her head and said, "Girl Jin is keeping vigil for grandma. Changlin was too young. She was afraid of bumping into the children when the old man passed away. She asked me to hold Changlin to avoid him. She didn't come back, and she probably won't come back in the future. She left at that time
, you said that if the whole family is dead, you should also deal with Duanmu Fu's matter first. His grandma is really dead, how does Jin'er feel when she thinks back on it. My child..."
"Oh..." Fu Jingheng's tall body swayed suddenly, touched his son's little face, and held his son in his arms, "My dad lost my mother again... My dad is so bad... all the time
I hope your grandma will always be here..."
Chang Lin rubbed his face against Fu Jingheng's and said, "Bad dad."
Fu Jingheng looked at the long table. On it was only the concubine edict that Wen Jin had returned. Without the small baggage, she had indeed not been home for two days and two nights. He looked at the wardrobe, and there were still a few items hanging on the table that she was wearing.
clothes, hung together with his dragon robe.
Someone from the palace was reporting outside, "Your Majesty, Lord Jin left the palace two days ago. She erased all the graffiti on the wall of the old palace on the Xuanwumen Palace Road. I couldn't stop her, so I came here to apologize."
"What did you say, Jin'er erased the graffiti?"
Fu Jingheng couldn't believe what he heard. He put on his regular clothes and walked to the palace road behind Xuanwu Gate on a rainy night. He walked slowly into the wind shelter.
The mottled palace wall was painted with a new layer of dust, and the graffiti about the beautiful childhood memories were covered with new dust. She must have been heartbroken, otherwise she would not be willing to erase these memories. He stroked it with his slender fingers.
On that layer of fresh ash, he was very quiet. He didn't say anything. He said quietly for a long time: "Old Mo, come here with a lantern."
Lao Mo then brought the glazed lantern closer and illuminated it for the emperor. The emperor took out the self-defense dagger from the bottom of his sleeve and carefully scraped off the layer of fresh ash that had dried little by little.
He was particularly patient, until slowly those childish graffiti gradually appeared on the palace walls, but they were no longer as intact as they were at first. They were quite damaged, and the lines were intermittent. The emperor wiped his eyes with his hands from time to time.
His eyes were gray, or he was crying. After he finished his work, he put away the dagger.
Suddenly there was something fishy and sweet in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the ground.
"Master! Take care of your dragon body."
Fu Jingheng stroked his heart and said: "Her mother likes calligraphy and painting. You go and get my own calligraphy and painting. Her grandma likes noodles and fish. I want to make noodles. I want to tell Lao Xue that Su Wenjin is my woman. I want to
Tell her parents that she has been with me for seven or eight years, and I want to tell her family that I have a child with her, so that she won’t be criticized by others."
Lao Mo looked at the sky and said, "Sir, it's the second watch. It's too late."
"It's not too late. It's only the second watch." Fu Jingheng picked up his feet and started to leave. "Believe me, it's really too late to go after the old man is buried."
Grandma also came over, "You go and tell Jin'er properly, don't be impatient. Be polite and humble to other people's parents, and don't bully others. Don't force others. Understand!"
"...I will try my best..."
***
Inside Xue Mansion.
The mourning hall is covered with white silk hangings, and the descendants of Mrs. Xue are keeping vigil for her.
Usually, after three days of vigil, the deceased will be buried, allowing the old man to rest in peace.
Tonight is the third night, and he will be buried tomorrow. The weather is bad, with thunderstorms.
Wen Jin has been taking care of the house and outside the house these days. Xue Xiang valued Wen Jin very much and his legitimate daughter was responsible. At this time, he put his hand on Wen Jin's shoulder and said, "Jin'er, go get some sleep. I haven't been here for two or three days."
Why are you so close? I have to be busy all day tomorrow for the burial, and my body will be overwhelmed."
"It's okay, I want to spend more time with grandma."
Lou Shucai stayed at the funeral for three days. She was very tired and very impatient. "The eldest girl is not the only one to be affected. The master is extremely biased. The imperial concubine and I are also guarding the funeral.
Just like Wen Jin, who has been a good-looking person since she was a child. In my eyes, the master only saw the hard work of Wen Jin and her mother, but he didn’t see the hard work of me and Ning’er?”
Lao Xue said in a deep voice: "Shucai, please don't make any noise in the mourning hall. If anything happens, we'll talk about it tomorrow after my mother is laid to rest."
"Am I making a loud noise? Am I loud?" Lou Shucai said while stroking her red nails, "I have worked hard for the Xue family for more than ten years and raised Su Yuyan's three children for you for so many years, but the old lady passed away.
You actually gave the mistress's bracelet to junior Wen Jin, why should she! You and your family are all ungrateful! I am the concubine given to you by the late emperor, bringing you great honor. Now that your position is stable, you will dislike me more.
Your bastard and daughter want to abandon me. Don’t even think about it!"
Xue Xiang looked unhappy, "Is it over yet? Where is this place? What do you look like shouting like this in the mourning hall? Shrew."
"Are you also going to steal the old lady's relics, those Zhuangzi, dowry, and jewelry?" Lou Shucai said sternly: "I'm yelling? If I don't scream, how can you divide the spoils secretly if you can't keep them all? Mother-in-law can't say how many.
Wan Ti Ji! I haven’t received a penny. This family belongs to me, Yu Lin, and Xue Ning! Don’t even think about taking it for yourself!”
Su Yuyan really couldn't bear to listen, "Master Xue, take care of your concubine. Don't let her say ignorant words in the mourning hall. The old man just left, and the family property was cloned here."
Xue Xiang said angrily: "Shucai, get out of here!"
"Get out of here? Who are you talking to?" Lou Shucai raised her cheek, "My sister is the Empress Dowager Lou, the late emperor's favored woman. My daughter is the imperial concubine, the emperor's favorite, and I
My father is Lou Zhengye, the founding father of the country, and my son-in-law is King Guangli! I am more noble than you in every way, why do you tell me to get lost?"
Xue Xiang couldn't stand the mischief of the second room, so he pulled his sleeves and shouted, "The dead man is the most important, please let the old man be quiet."
Lou Shucai became even more enthusiastic, "I won't leave! I will tell you clearly in the mourning hall! Why did I contribute to this family for many years, and why did the old man give the mistress's bracelet to Wen Jin? Why did I pay so much?
In my youth, I didn’t receive even half of my family property! Hey, I’m not as capable as the older girls. I managed to build the mourning hall by myself, and gave birth to the child without my parents having to worry about me! What a shameless little whore.
, your grandma died early. If she had died later, she would have been furious if she saw you bringing a bastard home with you and knowing that you were fooling around with men! Bah, she is worthy of being the mistress of the Xue family.
Yes?"
Wen Jin heard the noise and felt that the noise was too loud, but she didn't have the energy to argue with Lou Shucai, so she took a shortcut and called Xue Xiang in a soft voice: "Dad."
Lao Xue was softened by the cry of daddy, and kicked Lou Shucai on the heart, pushing him half a foot away, "Keep your mouth clean! What's wrong with you, Wen Jin! You are dissatisfied with her in your words."
Can you raise a finger at the mourning hall?"
Wen Jin breathed out, knelt quietly on the futon, and whispered: "Don't argue anymore! When the old man was here, Mr.
Family property, is it a person? Can’t it be torn apart after it’s buried?”
Lou Shucai put her hands on her hips and said, "Who do you think is not a human being? This is how you, a junior, talk to your elders!"
Jiang Huaizhou, Xue Qian and others were also there. Jiang Huaizhou said to Xue Xiang, "Uncle Xue, at first he wanted to wait for your family to finish all the useless things and take Lou to Dali Temple. He had earlier accepted Wen Jin's complaint and accused Lou of murder.
.Now it seems that it really affects the old man's return home, so why not take him away now?"
Lou Shucai covered her heart and said: "Who dares to touch my finger and try it! First ask your Majesty if it is correct! Then we will see whether your Majesty will deal with me or Wen Jin who falsely accused me!"
"I'm right here. Lou, please ask me face to face. Will I deal with you or Wen Jin?"
The cold voice cut through the night.
The blood drained from Lou Shucai's face suddenly, "Jun... Your Majesty."
"The man who was fooling around with her is me. The bastard she brought home is my son." Fu looked at Wen Jin, and Wen Jin's shoulders shrank slightly.
Lou Shucai's heart beat like thunder, "I don't know what's going on..."
"You think I don't want her and are deliberately trying to embarrass her." Fu Jingheng looked at her sharply, "Take Xue Ning and kneel outside in the rain to wait. Get out!"
"Yes." Lou stopped being arrogant and led Xue Ning to kneel in the yard in the heavy rain.
The mourning hall became silent. Everyone looked toward the door and saw the emperor, dressed in jade-white clothes, slowly walking into the hall.
Everyone knelt down to welcome the emperor, "See my emperor."
Wen Jin heard Fu Jingheng's voice and did not look back at him. Steady footsteps sounded behind her. He stopped close to her. She could feel two eyes falling on her back, and there was a familiar dragon in her breath.
Saliva.
Fu Jingheng's eyes were deeply locked on the two people he missed day and night. He knelt in front of his grandma. She was so thin. He put his hand on her thin shoulder and said with a guilty conscience: "Good boy, I'm here..."
-Your family is all dead, even...you are dead, I will take care of Duanmu Fu first today-
Wen Jin remembered his words, and her whole body stiffened. She always made up for Fu Jingheng afterward. The so-called belated love, care, and care were so contradictory that she frowned and said nothing. She just felt that it was quite sad and ridiculous.
"It's raining so hard that my clothes and pants are all wet..." Fu said with a rustling voice.
Wen Jin could tell that he probably had been busy with state affairs for a long time and hadn't drank tea for a long time, and his voice was tired, but she still didn't speak.
"You...turn around and let me take a look first..."
Fu looked at her gentle profile and the gentle hair that accidentally slipped from her ears. Her eyes were so soft and pitiful that his throat tightened.
Seeing that Wen Jin remained silent, Fu continued: "Erase the graffiti. I cried and vomited blood. A lot of blood..."
Wen Jin remained silent and expressionless.
Fu Jingheng said in a restrained voice: "You can just say yes, I'll listen to your voice..."
Wen Jin's eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Fu Jingheng became more and more frustrated: "Jin... I brought noodles to grandma... I made the noodles myself..."
Wen Jin numbly said, "My grandma died. She died on the day you accompanied Duanmu Fu through the dangerous period."
Fu Jingheng's heart was stabbed hard, and he grabbed her wrist suddenly, "Jin..."
Wen Jin's expression gradually became angry, and she pulled her wrist out of his slightly rough hand, "Take the dough fish you made with your own hands and disappear immediately from my grandma's mourning hall!"