Isn't this the legendary arrogance of immortality? There is only one figure from behind, and this spotless temperament is incompatible with the terrifying and depressing atmosphere of the mourning hall!
Qingzhu couldn't help but take a step closer to him. There seemed to be an invisible force that attracted her to go and see if the white was a human, a ghost or a god.
Taking a closer look, Qingzhu took a breath of cold air... His eyes were like ice, his nose was like a hanging bridge, and his mouth was like a point of vermilion; his fingers were white and his joints were clear; the stranger was like jade, and the young master was unparalleled. He was the one he was talking about. Come on!
It is truly incomparably beautiful. The appearance of heaven and man can only be viewed from a distance, not to be played with! Looking again, a light flashed in the bright eyes, piercing Qingzhu's heart and making her heart ache.
It turned out to be a sharp look. For a moment, what she saw in his eyes seemed to be despair! "Get out!" When Bai Bai noticed someone approaching him, Bai Bai didn't ask who the person was, but issued an order to expel the guest.
When you see the uniform maid uniforms in the house, shouldn't you ask who they are and what they are here for?
Qingzhu, who was stunned, had already forgotten that he was in the mourning hall, standing in the middle of the darkness! Oops, I blame myself for being too addicted to the beauty in front of me! Suddenly he saw the black spirit flower above his head, and then he came back to his senses.
"Ahem... I'm here to deliver delicious food to the young master! Today is my sixtieth birthday..." Qingzhu suddenly seemed to realize what he had said wrongly, and then he realized that Chu What’s strange about the house!
Over in the main courtyard, people are beating gongs and drums to celebrate the master's birthday, and here in the backyard, there is a funeral! The red and white affairs collide, how come the white affairs side is so deserted? Even the maid herself, who works in the house, doesn’t know that someone is dead in the backyard!
Could it be that this unfavored aunt died? Or is it that she is afraid that her affair will interfere with the master's birthday?
Looking up, the mourning hall is quite simple. Except for an ordinary coffin and a few offerings placed in the middle of the hall, there is nothing else.
On the tablet in the center of the mourning hall, it is clearly written, "The spiritual tablet of my late concubine Han Mu Ruren"!
Just now, he was just greedy for beauty, but now Qingzhu calmed down and looked at this yard of less than 20 square meters. The yard is very small. You can count the shrubs inside with one hand, but they cover the entire yard. The branches and leaves are intertwined. It seems that they have not been repaired for a long time. Looking up, the blue bricks and tiles are covered with traces of time.
It’s hard to believe that there is such a remote and decadent place in the mansion of Mr. Chu, who is the deputy envoy of the Fourth Rank General Affairs Department of Luonan Kingdom! Mother Han?
Lying in the coffin should be the kneeling young master’s mother; Yilan Courtyard? When I first entered the house, my mother-in-law had to memorize the names, titles, and descendants of the masters of each courtyard. This Han... Qingzhu remembered that there seemed to be such an aunt in Yilan Courtyard. Han, this is even more strange, because when I first recited it, Aunt Han had no heirs!
I can't remember it wrong. I had to pass the exam before my grandma would let me eat? Who is this kneeling person? oops! This spiritual position is clearly written wrong!
The ancients were particular about their spiritual status. As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, and if you marry a dog, follow the dog. Since Aunt Han has married into the Chu Mansion as a concubine, she is a member of the Chu family.
After death, you should take your husband's surname, so the name written on the memorial tablet should be "Mother Chu"! At this time, Qingzhu's little head had turned into a ball of paste... "Get out!"
The young master's face was expressionless, and he didn't even raise his head, but his tone of voice was obviously stronger than before, as if he was very angry at this guy who came uninvited.
"Oh, I'm leaving now!" Qingzhu put down the brocade box and bowed towards the spiritual throne.
It stands to reason that in such a sad place, everyone would want to leave quickly to avoid being exposed to bad luck, but at this time, Qingzhu seemed a little reluctant to leave, and the gift was just to delay. Even she herself did not understand what she was doing at that time. What are you thinking about?
Maybe that attachment that couldn't bear to leave came from the despair in his eyes! This young master, it’s not like the pain of losing his mother is so painful that he can’t think about it anymore!
Qingzhu moved slowly, retreated outside the courtyard gate, and hid by the door, planning to wait.
At this time, her courage had overcome her fear, and she didn't know why, but she suddenly became bolder. Such a thin back aroused her protective desire for no reason!
She always felt that something was going to happen to this young master who was like an immortal.
Well, it would be a pity for such a beautiful person to die. The main courtyard of the Chu Mansion was bright red, with red curtains, red gongs and drums, and a huge flower at the door, which was eye-catchingly red.
Chu Zhengde was an official of the fourth rank, and naturally there was an endless stream of guests coming to congratulate him. Each of the congratulatory gifts he sent was more unusual than the last. He was smiling from ear to ear and was busy receiving guests. His face was full of joy. No matter how he looked at it, he could not tell that he was a husband who had died of his concubine.
Ah, no, it's not that he isn't sad, I'm afraid he has long forgotten about the unloved concubine. While talking and laughing, a father-in-law holding a cattail fan came towards me...
