"My father and mother came up with the idea of wearing the same dress when they were buried. In fact, he asked his mother to customize two sets of dresses. One was in his size and the other was mother's?"
Gong Minglu speculated, "I wonder if he didn't express it clearly, or if my mother misunderstood, so she gave both sets to Xiu Yi Fang in men's sizes?"
Wei Qingyan shook his head. It was something that both of them cared about, and it was unlikely that they would make a mistake.
Now that we know the reason why Mrs. Gong changed her shroud, what about Gong Changying?
She asked Yu Liangzhi, "Master Yu, does Mrs. Gong often work as a female worker in her boudoir?"
"There is a special embroiderer in Yu Mansion. My mother only needs my little sister to know some embroidery skills. How can I really be willing to let my little sister make clothes? When my little sister got married, my mother gave her an embroiderer as a dowry."
Wei Qingya frowned slightly and looked at Wei Shiran, "Please also check the records in the mansion's account books to see how often Gong Changying and the old lady make clothes."
"Okay." Wei Shiran turned around and left, and Mrs. Qin hurriedly followed her out.
She was a little flustered by the second master's eyes.
Wei Qingyan frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
People who didn't have to do needlework in their natal family, but when they arrived at the Gong family, they obviously had an embroiderer and made clothes for Gong Changying herself.
They got married by trade, so they didn't have to please their husbands like this.
Then it can only be the clothes she made for Gong Changying, and they cannot be known to outsiders!
And in the bedroom, the wardrobe that is several times larger than the ordinary one, is it not just Mrs. Gong’s clothes that are stored there?
Second Master Gong once saw Mr. Gong dressed as a woman in the old lady's house. Did he explain that when they slept together in the same bed, Gong Changying always dressed as a woman?
In the past, it was for Aunt Hua, but later because his wife was afraid of men and he wanted to get close to her, so he dressed up as a woman?
So, is it the same reason why he asked to be buried in female clothes? Because he wanted to be buried with his wife, but he was afraid that his wife would not like it if he was buried in male clothes?
Mrs. Gong agreed to dress up as a woman and be buried together. In Gong Changying's eyes, did it mean that her wife promised that they would still be together in the next life?
So when Mrs. Gong changes her shroud, is it equivalent to a rejection of his feelings for Gong Changying, who has just passed away and still retains consciousness?
Wei Qingyan felt countless threads tangled in his mind.
There is even a hint of boredom in my heart, why can't we have a good talk when we are all talking, so that we will waste our life in vain and even harm our children and grandchildren.
Thinking like this, she looked at Gongming Tower with evil eyes.
Just when Gong Minglu had something to say, his heart skipped a beat when he saw this look in his eyes.
"What did you remember?" Wei Qingyan was the first to speak.
"In the days before my father passed away, I was worried that my mother wouldn't be able to survive. My brother and I took turns watching over her at night."
Gong Minglu recalled, "That night, my father looked at me with a smile. When he saw me opening my eyes, he pointed to the place next to him and motioned for me to lie down next to him.
Seeing that I didn't move, he said, "Come up and take a nap. The bed is not dirty. Your mother loves to be clean. Although my father is old, he doesn't dare to make it dirty, otherwise your mother will be disgusted."
I had never slept on the same bed as my parents since I was a child, so I was not used to it, but after hearing what he said, I was worried that he would misunderstand that I disliked him, so I lay down on it.
I smelled a smell of powdered powder. When he saw me frowning, he smiled. The smell of powdered powder can calm your mother's nerves. My father is also used to it. He has picked up the smell over the years.
Well, in the next life, your mother will be able to find me by smelling it. You have to live in the next life. In the next life, your parents will give birth to you earlier, so that our little brother will not always complain about being so much younger than his brother.
I didn't know the truth about my parents' marriage before. After hearing this, I was only sad that my father was leaving.
Now that I think about it, my father is still looking forward to having an afterlife with my mother. Is he really attracted to her? He said that he would give birth to me sooner. Does he regret that he fell in love with my mother too late in this life?
But why bother dressing up as a woman? "
"In this case, I also remembered one thing." Yu Liangzhi suddenly said, "Persian fabrics are difficult to obtain. It just so happens that my son is in the Ministry of Household Affairs and has some connections with the Persian merchants.
Changying sent someone to send me a message, asking me to help. When the cloth was received, it was the old housekeeper of the Gong family who came to pick it up.
Changying rarely asked me for help in his life, but he asked me for help for a piece of cloth. I was really curious and took a look.
Seeing that the color and style did not match the little sister's, he asked more questions. The old housekeeper just smiled and said, the master just wants to make a break with the past and please his wife. "
To make a break with the past?
In Gong Changying's past, the one who had the deepest influence on him was Aunt Hua.
Wei Qingyan's mind suddenly became clear, and he said anxiously, "His two sets of clothes, one is for Aunt Hua, and the other is for Mrs. Gong."
She strode to the old lady's yard and spread out the two sets of clothes on the bed.
The two sets of dresses are made of the same material, but the styles are completely different.
One set is more feminine, in line with the clothing of women in the Wei Dynasty, with a cross-cut collar and a low collar. Although the other set also has a skirt, the neckline is a square high collar, and the sleeves are also made with narrow sleeves.
The same style as Wei Qingyan often wears.
Wei Qingyan wore this masculine dress to cover up the scars all over her body.
Gong Changying has no scars to cover up...he wants to highlight his masculine features!
None of the three men who followed were stupid. Based on her previous words and looking at these two sets of clothes, they all agreed with Wei Qingyan's guess.
"But my mother didn't know. She just thought that my father still wanted to be a woman in his next life, so she took the initiative and changed him into men's clothes." Gong Minglu said loudly.
Wei Shiran's sisters-in-law also rushed over, and Wei Shiran said, "The house's account books are cleared every five years. My father passed away three years ago. I checked the account books for the last two years of his life, and the government only gave him the customary robe.
The mother's courtyard purchased a lot of fabrics, especially the fine cotton and satin used to make the middle coat, which was almost as much as the outer robe.
The second year after I married into the Gong family, my mother handed over the power of running the family to me, but the detailed accounts of my mother's yard were taken care of by the two nuns around her.
After her death, these account books were burned by the two nuns. "
That’s right!
The Gong brothers roared in their hearts.
All my father's life, his clothes were made by his mother or the two nuns around her, and they made him women's styles.
My father has been arranged like this all his life. He just thought that his mother was still unhappy and still refused to accept dressing up as a man, so he thought of dressing up in women's clothing when they were buried together.
I don’t know how they communicated. They just didn’t know each other’s feelings and misunderstandings arose.
Father! Mother! You are both smart people, why can't you see each other's affection, why don't you reveal your true feelings to each other.
Just because of this... why is it like this, why is it like this!
Both brothers' eyes turned red.
"Then what should we do now?" Yu Liangzhi looked at his two nephews with pity and asked for them.
Wei Qingyan pondered, "Send these two sets of dresses to the clothing store and ask them to change them according to the original size."
Since Gong Changying reported that size, the fabric must be enough. For such expensive fabrics, the extra clothes will be returned to the clothing store.
As soon as her eyes turned to Wei Shiran, Wei Shiran understood and said, "I'll go to the warehouse to get the fabric."
Wei Qingyan nodded, "If possible, add some money and let them rush the work."
Wei Shiran understood and immediately went to Xiuyi Fang in person.
On the afternoon of the second day, the clothes were delivered back.
Yu Liangzhi also came to Gong Mansion again.
Wash your hands, rinse your mouth, and get dressed.
Set the table, burn incense and paper, grind ink, and copy scriptures.
Wei Qingyan told the Gong brothers, "When copying scriptures, tell him the cause and effect of the matter truthfully."
When the Gong brothers saw Wei Qingyan cut his finger and dripped a few drops of blood into the inkstone, they didn't dare to say anything. They nodded and dipped their pens in ink.
Wei Qingyan also sat in front of the case and copied scriptures with his two brothers.
Wei Shiran and the others did not dare to leave. They stared at the three people copying the scriptures. When their eyes fell on Wei Qingyan's writing hand, Wei Shiran looked stunned.
Then he watched Wei Qingyan's writing technique for a long time.
Wei Qingyan noticed the look in her eyes, but had no intention of caring about it, because she felt the resistance of the ghost resentment, and they were only half right.
Just when he was about to turn around and ask Gong Mingcheng.
I heard Winter Melon cry outside, "Master, madam, the young master suddenly vomited blood... and died..."
"Pfft..." Wei Qingyan spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face visibly white as paper.
