When the bangzi was struck three times, there were fewer people in front of the mourning hall.
The two girls threw a handful of burning materials into the brazier and yawned.
"Sister, let's go and squint for a while," one of them said.
"That's not good. If we leave too, there will be no one to watch the young lady's wake." Another one said with some hesitation.
The girl from before curled her lips.
"Who allowed the young lady to die so young and give birth to such a young girl? It's good to be able to cry twice, let alone a filial son and a filial daughter to serve her." She said, pulling the girl again, "Let's go, let's be back soon."
, they don’t even care about the eldest young master, so what are we afraid of?”
The girl also stood up, and the two of them walked out while talking.
"So there is nothing better than having a good body. If you die early, whatever you earn will be given to others..."
The night wind blew in, and the numerous mourning sticks, paper and hanging flowers rustled, making the snow-white mourning hall feel even more empty.
The last piece of burning material in the brazier in front of the unpainted coffin jumped a few times and turned into ashes, and the three sticks of incense were about to burn out.
A small figure flashed in from outside the door. The small figure was no taller than the legs of the table. He looked up at the coffin in front of him.
This is a little girl of three or four years old, with big eyes and a pink face, but her coat is crookedly worn and her hair is disheveled.
She stared blankly at the unsealed coffin, walked over slowly, held on to the stool holding the coffin, and finally stood up after two or three attempts. She grabbed the coffin board with her hands and stood up slowly.
Look inside the coffin.
Under the bright white candlelight in the mourning hall, a young woman lay quietly in the coffin.
The Yinpan face has been rubbed with lead powder, making it whiter and more delicate, with a high nose and cherry lips, a broad forehead and long eyebrows, black hair and temples, a gold hairpin with nine wings holding pearls, a dark blue and exquisitely embroidered brocade shroud, and a foot of colorful pearls hanging on the neck.
It circled three times and glowed dazzlingly under the dancing light of the white candle.
The little girl reaches out her hand.
"Mother, mother, get up and give me a hug." She murmured.
His small arms were barely able to rest on the coffin, and it was difficult to even reach in, let alone pull the person inside.
She stood on tiptoe, again and again.
A scream broke the silence of the mourning hall.
The little girl turned her head and saw two girls standing at the entrance of the mourning hall, their pale faces looking at her in horror.
"Mother called me," she said, pointing to the coffin, specifically explaining to the two girls.
These words finally shattered the nerves of the two girls, who let out a scream and collapsed on the ground and fainted.
The noise in the Zhang Family Courtyard, which occupied the entire street, spread instantly, making the hazy moonlight in early summer become swaying and fragmented.
To the west of the Zhang family's mansion, there are two or three small courtyards that are not owned by the Zhang family. The river in the city meanders through here, making the place water-soaked, dark and covered with moss all year round.
Rapid footsteps sounded on the street, breaking the tranquility here.
The footsteps stopped in a small courtyard. Two lamps hung in the narrow courtyard, casting a soft yellow shadow in the night, illuminating the people who stopped in front of the door.
This is a group of four people, two men and two women. One of the women is holding a brocade quilt in her arms.
It seemed that they were walking too hastily. After they stopped for a moment to catch their breath, a man came forward and knocked on the door.
The wooden door under the lamp looked more and more old and pale. The man put his hand on the door, and with a creaking sound, the door opened by itself.
The sound and sudden opening of the door in the middle of the night made the four people who were already nervous tremble at the same time. The two women couldn't help but take a step back and looked at the half-open door with a bit of horror.
The light shines halfway through, making the remaining darkness even more penetrating.
"Ms. Cheng..." the man said with his teeth clenching slightly, "don't you close the door at night..."
The voice of the voice relieved everyone's fear. The woman holding the blanket took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Madam of the Cheng family..." She looked at the door and shouted softly, "Madam of the Cheng family... Cheng..."
As the voice suddenly turned into a low cry, everyone saw a lantern floating in the darkness inside the door, and at the same time, the sound of soft footsteps could be heard.
"Are you here to seek medical treatment?" a delicate female voice asked.
As the lantern approached, everyone saw behind it a cardamom girl in goose-yellow clothes. She had phoenix eyes, a high nose, red lips, and a beauty mark under her lips. She was lively and lovely.
The gloomy fear dissipated in an instant, and the four people outside the door were heartbroken.
"Yes, yes, my little wife is a little uncomfortable for bothering you so late..." The woman holding the quilt hurriedly stepped forward and opened the quilt.
A girl was revealed, lying on the woman's shoulder, sleeping soundly.
The girl in the yellow shirt leaned over and took a look, then nodded.
"Okay, please come with me." she said.
The four of them hurriedly entered the door. The girl in the yellow shirt turned around and stretched out her hand to stop them.
"She is the only one who can bring the children in," she said.
The two men and the woman stood still and watched the woman go in with the child in her arms. The lantern went away and the two of them disappeared into the darkness, as if they had been swallowed by some ferocious beast.
It rained yesterday, and the gravel road was a little slippery. The house was in a dark location near the river, and the smell of moisture in the air was particularly strong.
There were no lanterns hung in the small house, so the two of them walked relying on the lantern carried by the girl, and the darkness around them became more and more oppressive.
"I'm bothering your wife so late..." The woman holding the child couldn't help but speak. It seemed that only speaking could relieve the depressing feeling.
"It's okay." The girl in yellow shirt replied crisply, leading her through the hall and moving the lantern back, "Be careful of the steps."
The woman staggered slightly and stepped back in time to stand up. When she looked up again, she saw a light shining in the darkness in front of her eyes. After her vision adjusted, she saw that she was standing in front of a house with a light on.
The girl quickly stepped forward and opened the door.
The light from inside the door slanted out, and the woman felt uncomfortable for a moment. She turned her head slightly for a moment before looking inside the door again.
In the middle hall is a beautiful palace lantern, and behind it is a six-fold cloud gauze and flower-painted screen, faintly revealing the figure lying on its side behind it.
Is this Mrs. Cheng?
"Madam, someone needs medical help." The girl had already walked through the door and said softly.
The figure lying on his side behind the screen slowly raised his body, and through the light you could see his black hair pouring down like a curtain of water.
"Let the patient come in."
A slightly dull female voice came from behind the screen.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, held the child in her arms and started to move forward.
"Stand still." The yellow-haired girl hurriedly said. She quickly stepped out and stretched out her hand, "Give me the child."
The woman hesitated for a moment, handed the girl in her arms to the girl, and watched her go in with the child in her arms.
The door was not closed, and the woman could see the girl carrying the girl behind the screen. The shadow of the lamp was reflected on the screen, and a woman's profile was projected on it. She seemed to be wearing a loose robe, and she stretched out her hand to cast a shadow.
After just one glance, the girl bent down and picked up the child and walked out.
The woman hurriedly reached out and took it, looking at the child in her arms sleeping as flushed as when she came.
"Suddenly, I was affected by the invasion of frightened wind evil. I have already given the acupuncture. It's fine. I won't twitch or convulse anymore." said a female voice behind the screen.
The woman was shocked and overjoyed. What was surprising was that she knew the illness without saying anything. What was happy was that just one sentence was enough to prove that this lady from the Cheng family was really good at medicine.
"Thank you, madam." She hurriedly saluted and took out a money bag from her arms, "I'm sorry for bothering you, madam."
Before she finished speaking, a female voice in the room interrupted her.
"This child is not really sick. The one who is sick in your family is the one lying in the coffin. Are you really not going to treat her?"
What?
The woman raised her head in shock, looked at the screen and returned to the figure lying on her side. Because she was holding her head in her hands, her body was undulating, intertwined with the dark night, orange lights, clouds and flower shadows, showing a strange beauty.
Can a dead person in a coffin still be cured?
Is this lady from the Cheng family talking nonsense?
At the fifth watch, the wet nurse carefully lifted up the curtain. The girl sleeping in the brocade quilt seemed to be disturbed and shook her hands slightly. The wet nurse immediately held her breath and became nervous, but the girl only shook her head and still slept peacefully.
The wet nurse reached into the brocade quilt and touched it, but the girl still didn't wake up.
The wet nurse breathed a sigh of relief, put down the curtain, turned around, and looked at the group of women behind her, all in bloom.
"How's it going?" One of the white-haired old women asked eagerly in a low voice.
"Back to Madam, Sister Yuan didn't urinate, nor did she wake up. She has been sleeping since she came back until now, without any convulsions." The wet nurse also lowered her voice and said.
As soon as these words came out, the women in the room were relieved.
The old lady waved her hand and walked out first, while the others hurriedly followed.
The sky outside has become slightly brighter, and the yard is filled with white lanterns. People walking back and forth are wearing mourning, which makes people's hearts heavy.
"Liu Daopo is here." A servant woman came quickly and whispered.
The old lady looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Let her wait and see what happens." She whispered.
There is a funeral in the family. At this time, a Taoist woman is invited to calm down the situation. Outsiders may not know how to spread gossip after seeing it.
What a headache.
Why did a good daughter-in-law suddenly fall down, and she lost all her energy after the fall? The terrible thing is that she fell in her own house, and what's even more terrible is that at that time, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had a dispute.
"Then Mrs. Cheng's wife said..." The old lady thought of this and asked the wet nurse in a low voice.
Before he finished speaking, a cry suddenly came from outside. When it was almost dawn, the sharp woman's cry was particularly penetrating.
The expressions of everyone present changed.
"The in-laws are here!" Several servants ran in and said in a panic.
Standing outside the mourning hall, my uncle-in-law was almost heartbroken.
Suddenly receiving the news of my sister's death, the whole family almost exploded with shock. The old father fainted immediately after hearing the news. Seeing this posture, he didn't dare to tell his mother anything. He jumped up and down to comfort the family.
My uncle took his three brothers and came to my sister-in-law's house to kill him.
Their last glimmer of hope was dashed by the overwhelming sight. When they entered the door and saw the empty mourning hall, the sad relatives and others almost fainted from anger.
What does it mean? What does it mean? Let alone those who cry, the incense in front of the mourning hall has been cut off!
I was bullied like this in death, but I don’t know how difficult it was in life!
The brother-in-law who was greeted in a panic was immediately surrounded by his brothers-in-law, who beat him severely.
"My dear, it's not that I'm not guarding you, it's that I'm haunted..." some servants and women shouted, shaking their legs, trying to explain.
"Bah, if you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door! You killed my sister, why are you pretending to be a ghost now!" The women of the in-laws also abandoned their old noble manners, cried and cursed, and pointed at the servants and servants they had brought with them.
The servants of this family were being beaten in a noisy manner.
There was a mess outside the mourning hall.
Seeing this situation, the old lady and other women who came from behind were too frightened to come out.
But hiding is not an option.
"Old madam, it's almost dawn," the servant woman reminded anxiously.
The commotion at home must have been heard on the street, and more onlookers will be waiting for dawn!
The old lady's hands and feet were trembling, and she heard that her relatives outside were already clamoring to report to the government. If this really went to the government, their family's reputation for generations would be ruined!
After several lifetimes of reputation were ruined in her own hands, how could she see her ancestors after she died?
What a sin!
"Old madam, what should I do?" the daughter-in-law and servants urged her to ask.
What to do? There is nothing we can do at this time! Unless the person is not dead!
No one died?
The old lady was excited.
"Nanny, wet nurse!" She turned around and shouted, "Go and invite the Cheng family's wife!"
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The book is new and the update is unstable. It is recommended to start selling it after it is put on the shelves. (To be continued)
