Mingwei, who was lying naked, sat up from the bed and looked at the girl who came in.
She remembered that this was the second lady's confidant maid named Qiu Yu.
"Where's Duofu?"
"Duofu just fell down on the road, which has caused some inconvenience these days. The second lady ordered a servant to serve the seventh lady for a few days." Qiu Yu said with a smile.
Mingwei twitched the corners of his lips: "Won't Bing Xin and Su Jie also wrestle?"
Qiu Yu replied: "The third lady will be buried soon. The two sisters are serving personally and have many things to do."
Mingwei stopped asking questions, got up, washed up, and put on mourning clothes.
Qiu Yu gave her a mourning bun and linen clothes, without any accessories.
Looking at her pure white body, her lips are red, her teeth are white, and her eyebrows are picturesque. Qiu Yu can't help but say: "Miss Seventh is so well born..."
After saying only half a sentence, Qiu Yu was startled when she saw her expression suddenly turned sharp, and immediately said: "My slave said the wrong thing, Miss Seven, don't be angry."
Mingwei suddenly smiled: "You praise me, how can I be angry?"
Qiu Yu was so embarrassed by her smile that she didn't dare to speak anymore.
"Is the mourning hall ready?"
Qiu Yu quickly replied: "It's already set up."
Mingwei nodded: "You go to the kitchen to get some porridge. Once I'm full, I'll have the strength to keep watch."
Qiu Yu thought to herself, this seventh lady is really calm and remembers to eat at this time. Shouldn't filial sons and grandsons show their filial piety and sorrow by "not eating for three days", "sleeping on a thatch pillow" and "prostrate and cry bitterly"? Even if filial piety is no longer strict now.
Following ancient etiquette, she doesn't cry or mourn. How do people think of her?
But she was not Yu Fangyuan's maid, so she wouldn't be too troublesome. She just said, "Yes."
Qiu Yu went out to give instructions to the little girl, and Mingwei closed her eyes to rest.
Duofu fell down despite everything was fine. This was deliberately arranged by the Ming family so that Qiu Yu could monitor her.
Needless to say, the reason was that she went to Xinyuan last night on behalf of Mrs. Mingsan. She had already been informed of the scandal of the Ming family, and she was worried that she would expose the family scandal.
Mingwei stroked the golden hairpin in her arms.
Since the Ming family wants to monitor, then let's monitor.
Do you think you can sleep peacefully like this? Let them dream for a while.
Not long after, the little girl came with a food box.
There was a funeral in the family, so naturally there was no big fish or meat. Mingwei ate rice porridge with a plate of pickled cucumbers, put on his clothes again, and went to the mourning hall to keep vigil.
In just one day, the Ming Mansion was filled with white, which diluted the spring scenery a bit.
Mingwei stepped on the morning dew and walked to the fork in the road. She paused briefly and looked at the willow tree at the end.
Her mana recovered a little, and she could clearly see that the blood of the vicious creature had faded a lot.
It's almost done. Now that he's released, she has the ability to subdue him.
"Miss Seventh?" Qiu Yu urged from behind.
Mingwei continued walking forward.
When they arrived at the mourning hall, the second lady quickly put down what she was doing and came over to express her condolences: "Why did you get up so early? You didn't sleep much last night, and you didn't go to sleep for a while until the fourth watch. You are young, weak, and overly sad, so keeping a vigil is strenuous.
Don’t be careless when it comes to matters.”
Then he asked Qiu Yu: "Can you give the porridge to Miss Qi? Even if you can't eat it, you have to eat some, otherwise you won't have the strength to cry?"
Qiu Yu couldn't tell, Miss Qi had a very good appetite, and she didn't stop until she ate two bowls. She could only say: "Madam, don't worry, Miss Qi has already eaten porridge."
Mingwei bowed and said calmly: "Second aunt didn't sleep much either. She was so busy all day and night. As a child, how can I be lazy? My mother has passed away, how many days can I see her kind face?"
The second lady wiped away tears after hearing this: "If you are so filial, your mother will be happy if she knows you."
Mingwei neither spoke nor cried with her, he just stood there with an indifferent expression.
The Second Madam couldn't help but murmur in her heart, although Xiao Qi is better, she still looks a little different from ordinary people. Looking at her like this, it's not that she isn't sad, but it doesn't show on her face. Maybe there is still some residual disease of this stupidity.
Bar?
There was no response, and even trying to put on a show of mourning and crying was impossible.
The second lady had no choice but to stop crying and said: "Qiu Yu, please serve Miss Seventh so well. Don't make her tired."
After giving many more instructions, he went back to his own business.
As soon as the second lady left, Mingwei walked to the funeral and knelt down.
She didn't cry, she just threw the paper money into the brazier one by one.
As the sun gets higher, people close to the Ming family come to express their condolences.
Seeing this seventh lady who never appeared in front of others, one could not help but whisper.
Previously, we only knew that this seventh lady was mentally ill and suffered from dementia. Although I heard that it was good, it was mostly just talked about as a curiosity.
I didn't expect the real person to look like this.
Older people can't help but think of that beautiful and caring girl from the Ji family back then, and lament the fate of beauty.
The cause of Mrs. Mingsan's death has been rumored to some extent. But most of the people who came to express condolences knew each other well and would not mention it.
The funeral was carried out so smoothly, which made the second lady relieved.
…
In the letter garden, Yang Shu was half lying on a chair, lazily basking in the sun.
He was holding a book in his hand, as if he was studying hard, but when he looked carefully, he saw pictures one after another.
This is a popular picture album, with more pictures and less words. Most of the pictures tell stories about talented people and beautiful women, who are in front of flowers and under the moon.
"Did she tell you that?" Yang Shu asked Ah Wan who was peeling the fruit while flipping through the picture album.
"yes."
Yang Shu reached over, took Ah Wan's hand, and bit off a piece of fruit.
Ah Wan waited for a while, but there was no response, so she asked, "Master, should I agree?"
Yang Shu raised an eyebrow: "You actually care about this matter?"
Ah Wan smiled: "I think it's a bit interesting."
"Where's the fun?"
Ah Wan used a skewer to fork a piece of fruit pulp, put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly. After eating, she said: "Don't make the family ugly public. Even if the Ming family is ugly, it would be wrong to expose it to the public. This is a stipulated clan rule. If she really wants to
If you do this, you will truly avenge Mrs. Mingsan, and I am afraid that you will be criticized by everyone in the world."
"But she is not the real lady of the Ming family..."
"So what? She is wearing that skin! Who can escape from the worldly sentiments in this mortal world? Even if you leave home, you have to be ranked by seniority in a pure land. Who wants to associate with a person who can even stab his family?"
Yang Shu laughed when he heard this: "Hearing what you said, I don't think much of her!"
Ah Wan said: "She is like this, how can I think highly of her?" After thinking about it, she added a comment, "She looks smart, but she is actually stupid."
Yang Shu said: "She is a Xuanshi."
Ah Wan disagreed: "Xuanshi is also in the world of mortals. Let's talk about how many years the Xuandu Temple has been fighting for the position of the temple leader? Wasn't the original temple leader dismissed because of such unspeakable things?
?This is the human heart!”
Yang Shu applauded and praised without sincerity: "What you said makes sense, Ah Wan is so smart!"
Ah Wan sighed: "It's so weird, you might as well not praise me."
Yang Shu laughed, finished the last piece of pulp on the plate, and said, "Call Ah Xuan over."
Ah Wan paused and looked at him: "Young Master, are you agreeing?"
"It's like you said, it's quite interesting." Yang Shu shook the picture album in his hand, "I have no time to look at this thing here, I just want to listen to her for once. I'm not sure, please find a way for us.