The case of the bombing of the Hubu Yamen was dragged on for a long time, but it was finally settled a year ago, perhaps because the person was arrested. Although the mastermind was not revealed, when the case reached the Ministry of Punishments, people from Dali Temple could not help but confuse right and wrong.
The case was indeed difficult to resolve. He Shangshu hesitated again and again, and in the end each gave fifty votes. Half of the prince's people were investigated, and half of the seventh prince's people were also investigated.
The matter involved a wide range of things. Some people were dismissed from their posts, some were imprisoned, and some were even murdered. It went on for a long time, and the whole capital was panicked, but in the end, the case was settled.
That day, Xu Qingmo got up to practice martial arts in the morning and suddenly heard a commotion outside the courtyard. She went out to look and saw Madam Xu walking hurriedly towards Xu Yanquan's courtyard. Behind her, a woman wearing a white flower on her head followed.
Wearing white flowers on his hair and dressed in black, he came to pay his respects!
Xu Qingmo appeared at the gate of the courtyard holding a sword, a little confused. Who died?
Xu Qingmo tried hard to recall, and a person suddenly passed through his mind - Marquis Yongchang.
At this time in her previous life, Xu Qingmo had not yet had hairpins and cared little about things outside. However, she remembered that she did attend a funeral this year, and the deceased was Marquis Yongchang.
Not long after, Xu Yanquan rushed out in a hurry, and Maidong chased after him with Hu Qiu in his arms.
Mrs. Xu saw Xu Yanquan after she came out of her yard. She hurried over and said, "Why are you wearing such thin clothes in such a cold weather?"
"I'm practicing!" Xu Qingmo responded, and then asked, "Brother, where are you going?"
"Something happened in the Yongchang Hou Mansion. Go change your clothes and come with me to help!" Mrs. Xu looked at Xu Qingmo and said softly, "Dress more casually!"
Xu Qingmo responded without asking any questions. He just changed his clothes obediently, and then followed Madam Xu to the Yongchang Marquis Mansion.
The Yongchang Marquis Mansion has been hung with white silk. As soon as he walked in, Xu Qingmo heard crying, miserable.
Xu Qingmo accompanied Mrs. Xu into the mourning hall, and then saw Meng Hetong kneeling there. He lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression and whether he was sad or miserable now.
On the way here, Xu Qingmo heard Madam Xu say that the death of Marquis Yongchang was related to the bombing of the Hubu Yamen.
Yongchang Hou was seriously injured when he was young, and his health has long been in bad condition. He just took medicine to hold on. This time the Hubu Yamen was bombed, and he had nothing to do with Yongchang Hou. However, Yongchang Hou's crown prince Meng Hetong, and the Seventh Prince Make good friends.
For this reason, Yongchang Hou was summoned to the palace by the emperor. He was not beaten or reprimanded. He just stayed in the palace for a few days. However, the weather was cold. Yongchang Hou lived in a wing without charcoal fire for several days. He was infected with the wind and cold, and his body It was empty. After returning to the house, I suffered for half a month, but finally I couldn't survive.
Mrs. Yongchang Hou and Yongchang Hou were a young couple, and they were deeply in love. After Yongchang Hou passed away, Yongchang Hou's wife cried and fainted several times. There was no way to arrange the funeral of Yongchang Hou. Meng and Tong were left alone, running around inside and outside.
Xu Qingmo looked at Meng Hetong who was kneeling there burning paper money for a long time, and finally walked to him, picked up a wad of paper money, knelt down on the futon, and helped him burn the paper money.
When Meng Hetong saw Xu Qingmo, he raised his waist slightly. A gust of wind happened to blow over, and the fire in front of him was blown high. Meng Hetong stretched out his hand to protect her, but his own hand was burned and several bubbles appeared.
Xu Qingmo quickly grabbed his hand and wanted to pull him to apply the medicine, but found that she couldn't pull him. She turned around and looked at the people around her, only to find that everyone was busy with their own things and no one cared. them.
"You're injured!" Xu Qingmo stood next to Meng Hetong and looked at him and said.
Meng Hetong lowered his eyes and repeated the movements in his hands without any reply.
Xu Qingmo looked at him for a long time, but in the end he didn't insist anymore and just continued to burn paper money with him.
"...If the prince hadn't been ignorant, how could the marquis be infected with the cold..."
"Madam's eyes, if she continues to cry, she will really go blind. Why do you think the prince is so ignorant?"
"The good Yongchang Marquis Mansion was destroyed by the Crown Prince. What a big deal!"
"This is such a dude..."
The chattering words reached her ears. Xu Qingmo frowned and looked around, and found that a group of domestic servants were chattering. She was annoyed and stood up to scold: "Are there any rules? This is how the servants of Yongchang Marquis Mansion talk about their master. ?”
Xu Qingmo was so powerful that the servants lowered their heads.
Seeing that no one was talking anymore, Xu Qingmo turned back to look at Meng Hetong: "You're just going to let them talk?"
"What they said is true!" Meng Hetong, who had been silent until now, suddenly said.
Xu Qingmo looked at Meng Hetong for a long time, and seemed to suddenly understand why he looked like that in his previous life, and why he cried like a child in front of his soul.
He was blaming himself. He attributed all the reasons for Yongchang Hou's death to himself. It was the guilt that oppressed him so much that he couldn't breathe.
Xu Qingmo tried to comfort him, but after opening his mouth, nothing came out.
The courtyard was crowded with people, and everyone was busy, but when Meng Hetong was kneeling there, her whole body was filled with loneliness. She stood there, looking at him for a long time, reaching out to comfort him, but she didn't know what to say. What!
After a long time, Xu Yanquan finished what he was doing, squeezed in next to Meng Hetong, opened his mouth, but in the end, like Xu Qingmo, said nothing.
Xu Qingmo looked at Xu Yanquan, and Xu Yanquan looked at her. The two disliked each other, and in the end they just stayed with Meng Hetong, one on the left and the other on the right.
About two hours later, Xu Qingmo only felt numbness in her knees. She looked up at the two people around her, and then at Mrs. Xu who was busy not far away. Finally, she had to rub her knees and kneel down.
Xu Qingmo put the paper money into the brazier and muttered in his heart: "I have knelt with you for so long, I should have paid off all the mats I owe you!"
In the end, Xu Yanquan felt sorry for his sister and found her a job transcribing Buddhist scriptures, saving her from having to kneel down for several hours.
On the day of Yongchang Hou's funeral, Xu Qingmo got up early and went to Yongchang Hou's Mansion with Mrs. Xu. He even brought a set of clothes for Xu Yanquan, who had lived in Yongchang Hou's Mansion for several days.
The coffin was sealed and the spirit was raised. Meng Hetong, dressed in mourning clothes, was sent to Yongchang for the funeral as the legitimate son of the Meng family.
Xu Qingmo stood aside with Mrs. Xu, and the next moment, she cried...
The suona sounds, white sails rise...
Sad songs can be used as tears, wishes can be used as returns...
