Late at night, Gu Qingwei suddenly opened his eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She was awakened by the terrible whimpering sound coming from outside.

When you hear such a voice when you are holding a funeral in the Dingguo Mansion, you will always make people think about the ghosts and gods.

However, Gu Qingwei listened carefully for a while, and found that it was just the sound of the wind and snow on a winter night, in fact, although most of the female dependents in Beijing nowadays believe in Buddhism and Taoism, Gu Qingwei himself has never respected ghosts and gods.

If Ning Zhiyuan, the dead Dingguo Gong, could appear in front of her again, maybe she would be a little surprised.

Thinking of Ning Zhiyuan, Gu Qingwei couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

They have been resentful for decades, and they can't see each other a few times a year or say a few words, and even if they meet and talk, they are all cold, not at all like other couples.

Sometimes, Gu Qingwei would have thought that such days would last forever.

Unexpectedly, Ning Zhiyuan walked in front of her.

I have to admit that Gu Qingwei is really relieved, their respect for each other for decades has finally passed.

She couldn't help but sigh faintly.

As soon as people get older, they will feel shallow, and when they wake up, they want to sleep again, but they no longer feel sleepy.

There was a dim candlelight in the house, and because of Gu Qingwei's orders, there was no one left outside to watch the night.

Gu Qingwei got up and put on a piece of clothing, came to the window, pushed the window open a little and looked out, the night was thick with wind and snow outside, it should be around the hour.

The direction of the window is just far away from the Ning Yuan Hall where the mourning hall is set up, although it is blocked by the courtyard wall and cannot be seen, but some ethereal sound can be faintly heard from there.

Gu Qingwei suddenly remembered that since Ning Zhiyuan closed her eyes, she hadn't seen him once.

reacted that she couldn't sleep now, why don't she go and see him for the last time, or okay, all their husband and wife "love" for decades?

She didn't alarm the maids in the courtyard, she dressed herself, put on a big hat outside, tidied up her appearance a little, and then carried a lantern and went to Ning Yuantang.

There were almost no people in the Dingguo Mansion in the middle of the night, only the dim candlelight and the warm light from the lantern in Gu Qingwei's hand were far away.

The white curtains hanging all over the house seem to blend in with the snow on the road, and the occasional flutter with the night wind is enough to make people feel frightened.

If a timid person walks on such a night, he must be scared to the bottom of the ball.

Gu Qingwei walked towards Ning Yuantang alone, her gentle footsteps were particularly obvious in this night, and when they reached this inky night, it made people feel terrifyingly empty.

But whether on face or in heart, Gu Qingwei only felt peaceful.

Ningyuan Hall is the location of the mourning hall, the lights are as bright as day, Gu Qingwei put the lantern in his hand at the gate of the courtyard at will, and slowly stepped forward with his two hands in his sleeves.

The mourning hall at night was very deserted, and there were no people who came to mourn during the day, only Gu Qingwei's son and daughter-in-law were still kneeling in front of the spirit, as well as their sons and daughters.

The four of them knelt for most of the night, originally very sleepy, but when they heard the sudden footsteps, their spirits were lifted together, and then they turned back at the same time.

"Mother!"

"Grandmother!"

The four of them were surprised and hurriedly got up to greet them.

Gu Qingwei glanced at her only son, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

She probably didn't have any children in her life, so she had to have such a son, not to mention, because her relationship with Ning Zhiyuan was not close to her son.

It is said that it is a mother and son, but there is little love between mother and son.

Not only the son, but even the grandchildren, although they usually see her with extra respect, but there is always less intimacy between grandchildren and grandchildren.

But Gu Qingwei only sighed like this, and let go of this matter.

Her sons are in their thirties, and her grandchildren are also in their teens, if she has been depressed by these things, how can she live until now?

Nodding to his son, daughter-in-law, grandchildren, Gu Qingwei looked at the coffin parked in the center, and said lightly: "You are also tired today, go back to the courtyard to rest first, I want to talk to your father and grandfather." ”

Gu Qing failed to notice the hesitation on his son's face.

However, she has always been majestic in the Guogong Mansion, so the man in his thirties opposite finally said: "Since the mother wants to say goodbye to the father, the son will not disturb the mother, and the son will leave a few people to wait outside the courtyard, and if the mother has any orders, just call them, and don't tire the mother." ”

Gu Qingwei nodded, and then watched the four of them gradually move away.

In this huge mourning hall, only Gu Qingwei is left.

The night breeze blew in from the wide open courtyard gate, raising the white veil hanging in the mourning hall, which made the mourning hall empty, cold and gloomy.

There were even cold snowflakes drifting in, and finally melting into small traces due to the temperature in the house.

After finding a chair and dragging it to the coffin, Gu Qingwei quietly looked at Ning Zhiyuan, who was cleaned up in the coffin.

From the moment Ning Zhiyuan closed her eyes, she fainted several times due to "grief" and could only rest in the courtyard, Ning Zhiyuan's aftermath was handed over to her son and daughter-in-law, and Gu Qingwei didn't touch her hands at all.

Gu Qingwei thought that she actually had no grudge against Ning Zhiyuan, after seeing through everything, Ning Zhiyuan was just a stranger living under the same roof in her heart, who would have a grudge against irrelevant people?

But when Ning Zhiyuan closed her eyes, she realized that she couldn't be as virtuous and generous as the world saw in the eyes.

After a long time, Gu Qingwei smiled slightly and said, "You are dead." ”

"The emperor decreed to drop out of the dynasty for three days, give sacrifices and write sacrifices in person, and also sent hundreds of officials to hang, you see, even if you die, you also died so beautifully, people have to envy. ”

"However, no matter how beautiful it is, it will be dead after all. ”

Gu Qing was speechless before she finished saying these words, guarding in front of Ning Zhiyuan's spirit, she had never felt that there was a time when she was so peaceful in her heart as at this moment.

She did have a grudge against Ning Zhiyuan in her heart, but this resentment did not make her hate him to death.

They used to be affectionate, even if it was just because of the warmth of a long time ago, even if there was only coldness left in the years that followed, she would not do anything that should not be done.

So Ning Zhiyuan's death made her breathe a sigh of relief.

But......

After breathing this sigh of relief, Gu Qingwei found that the qi that had supported her for a long time was gone, and a faint sense of amazement gradually filled her heart.

Why are you so stunned?

Gu Qingwei couldn't find an answer.

Over the years, Ning Zhiyuan actually wanted to ask for her forgiveness more than once, but how could she forgive?

She then remembered the words she heard outside when Ning Zhiyuan was seriously ill and the day the Dongxu Daoist came to the Dingguo Mansion.