During the Spring and Autumn Period, Zheng Zhuanggong defeated his rebellious younger brother. Faced with his mother Jiang, who favored his younger brother and condoned his rebellion, "Zuo Zhuan" recorded a harsh word he said:
"It's not as good as the underworld, there's no way we can meet each other."
After saying this, Duke Zheng Zhuang regretted it. But since the king has said so, how can it be contrary to what he said?
Fortunately, a filial son named Uncle Yingkao came up with an idea for him: dig a tunnel, and a spring would flow in the tunnel. If mother and son met in the tunnel, it would not be considered a violation of the oath.
Duke Zhuang did as he was told. So the mother and son were like the "beginning".
But the Spring and Autumn style of writing, the "beginning" of mother and son, doesn't seem to be a good one.
Ye Wumian had read some books with Luo Xiangzhu, and he knew this allusion.
He said to the room: "If you don't see me in the future, I will follow the example of Duke Zhuang and dig a tunnel to see you. I hope you can be like me before."
Luo Xiangzhu said coldly inside: "The Biography of the Zuo Family says: Mother and son are as good as before. You and I are not mother and son, and I am not your mother. Don't pick on other people's wisdom and only make people laugh!"
Ye Wumian smiled helplessly. The young lady is a person who rarely speaks harshly. Once she does, she should not take it lightly.
He sighed and sat on the doorstep for a long time, looking at the green and black branches of the apricot tree under the moonlight, in a daze, unable to do anything.
At night, there are many crows crowing in Changsha City. The colder it gets, the louder it crows, and the colder it crows, the colder it gets. This is probably how the jackdaw got its name.
Listening to the crows all night, I was upset. I was about to get up and go out for a walk, and then worry about it when I came back.
When he raised his eyes, two maids came over with lanterns, saluted him and said, "Xia Xia, the old lady invites you."
Ye Wumian was a little surprised. He had only met Mrs. Tai twice so far, once in Anhua two years ago, and the second time was this time.
They came down twice, and the two of them didn't say a word, but they didn't know what Mrs. Tai wanted to see him for.
Looking back at the door, it was quiet inside, and Luo Xiangzhu didn't make a sound.
Ye Wumian thought for a while, clasped his fists and said, "Since Madam Madam has invited me, could I please lead the way."
He followed the two maids through the Chaoshou corridor and came to a secluded and solemn courtyard.
It was dark and I couldn't see clearly which courtyard it was.
There were only two or three maids in the courtyard waiting outside the door. When they saw Ye Wumian arriving, the first maid stood up to greet her, bowed and said to the hall: "Old madam, the heroine Amian has arrived."
An old voice in the hall said: "Come in, the door is unlocked."
I stayed awake all night and bowed and thanked all the maids. The maid opened the door, and then he picked up the lotus steps and walked in.
As soon as I entered the room, I could smell the fragrance of Buddha, which calmed my restless and restless mind.
There were only two lamps in the room, the left and right Buddhist lamps, which illuminated a golden Buddha statue with a solemn appearance.
When I looked closely at it during the sleepless night, it was not very solemn.
It turned out to be a fat-bellied, laughing Maitreya Buddha.
There are two couplets on both sides of the Buddha. It must have been written with ink dipped in gold dust. Under the dim light, the golden light shines brightly and can be seen clearly. The first couplet is:
A big belly can tolerate things that are difficult to tolerate in the world;
The second line is:
Smile when you open your mouth and laugh at the ridiculous people in the world.
Horizontal batch:
Amitabha.
This couplet is so vivid that it makes people laugh.
Kneeling on the futon under the Buddha is a white-haired old woman, who can be vaguely seen as the dowager. She clasped her hands together and did not bring a pear staff.
Hearing Ye Wumian enter the room, he turned around with a sad look on his face and a frown on his face.
The thoughts on his mind seem to be of great weight, and the Buddha's golden body is so big that it cannot match it.
Nightless thought: "Buddha laughs, Buddhists cry."
Remembering that I was also feeling sad just now, I couldn't help but commiserate with the Dowager Madam.
He saluted Mrs. Tai and said, "Madam, how are you after two years of absence? Amian has seen Mrs. Tai and wishes to say hello to the old lady."
"You're fine. Two years have passed, and you've grown a lot taller, and you're more and more graceful." The wife was a little out of breath as she spoke, and stretched out a hand.
Ye Wumian understood this and helped her up, saying, "Mrs. Madam, you were so sad seven days ago that you fainted. During these seven days, I occasionally had the opportunity to enlighten myself, so please forgive me for not visiting you."
The madam motioned for her to sit down on a sandalwood chair. She sat firmly and let out a long breath.
He shook his head and said, "You're too worried. Don't say it's you. In the past seven days, except for Xiangzhu, anyone who comes to visit me will be closed behind closed doors. You are the second person I see."
The words changed and he said, "I came to you because I have an important thing to ask you."
Ye Wumian's heart trembled and he said, "I don't know what's wrong with Madam, but it doesn't matter."
The madam's hand, like a dead tree branch, suddenly stretched out and pulled him to sit on a chair aside. After seeing him sit down, she stood up tremblingly.
Ye Wumian hurriedly stood up and went to help her, but the lady said: "Sit down!"
After a sleepless night, I had to sit down again.
The madam walked directly opposite him, bent down, and gave him a solemn salute.
Ye Wumian almost jumped up from the chair and shouted: "Mrs., please kill me!"
The madam straightened up, and her old voice sounded like cold fire in the wind: "When the Luo family was destroyed, everyone in the house was in panic. Only you protected Jingyi's only bloodline, and you worked tirelessly to stay safe." Sent all the way from Huaxian County.
I asked Xiangzhu about it, and she said that you tried your best to support her and refused to slack off. You encountered strong men and bandits along the way, and it was you who risked your life to protect her. You are so loyal to protect the Lord and my granddaughter. You should accept this gift from me. How can you talk about it? "
Ye Wumian quickly helped her up and said, "Miss and I are the master's servants. If she is in trouble, Amian will die accordingly. Madam, please sit down quickly!"
The madam's expression softened a little, and she leaned forward and sat down on the chair. Her fingers tapped the armrests in turn, like tapping wooden fish, with some rhythm.
His voice was hoarse and he said: "This bow I have to make is not so pleasant. Just like what Quecai said, I have something important and I need you to work hard for me."
"I want you to help me investigate thoroughly, thoroughly investigate the death of my daughter Jingyi, and thoroughly investigate who killed her!"
The madam suddenly slapped the handrail, with a wave of resentment and anger spreading from her body and permeating the Buddhist hall.
In the dark and cold environment, the shadows of the candlelight danced, and her deadwood-like face looked strange and inexplicable.
Ye Wumian said: "Report to the old lady. Madam Jingyi... she burned herself to death after hearing the news that the master was dead."
The implication is that there was no murderer in Tan Jingyi's death.
The madam suddenly turned her head, looked at him and said, "Do you believe this too? If she died by drowning, disembowelment, cutting off her neck, or falling to death, I would believe it, but it is absolutely impossible for her to die by self-immolation!"
After saying that, she stood up again, and Ye Wumian hurriedly followed.
As she walked, she said: "Did you see it? This room is dim and dark. There is no light except the Buddha lamp. Why? Because Jingyi is afraid of fire!"
I also respect this habit of hers, so for so many years, I didn’t light up the lights at night in my courtyard. When the servants go out, they have to leave this yard before they dare to light up the lanterns. How could she, a person who was so afraid of fire, burn herself to death? "
