Gu Qing didn't open his eyes, and his eyes were a little confused because he had just woken up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As far as the eye could see, it was not the pale cyan silk tent to which she had long been accustomed, but the red soft luo tent, which was not put down, but only closed to the sides with silver hooks.

This tent seems to be the one in Gu's boudoir before she left the pavilion.

Gu Qingwei didn't understand what was going on for a while, and then closed his eyes and thought about what happened before.

Ning Zhiyuan still failed to survive the winter of Longqing's twenty-fifth year, since he said those words of forgiveness to Gu Qingwei, within two days, Ning Zhiyuan's condition worsened, even if the emperor in the palace sent the imperial doctor to guard the Dingguo Mansion, he still failed to take back Ning Zhiyuan's golden life.

Ning Zhiyuan's death is undoubtedly a major event in the court, the current emperor and he are cousins, over the years Ning Zhiyuan has indeed done a lot of things for the emperor and the Great Zhou, he was noble and extraordinary when he was alive, and it was also a different scenery when he died.

The emperor decreed that he would leave the dynasty for three days, give sacrifices and write sacrifices in person, and also sent hundreds of officials to hang.

Even if everyone knows that when a person dies, he has nothing, he still makes people envious of the treatment that Ning Zhiyuan enjoys.

After Ning Zhiyuan's death, Gu Qingwei handed over all the funeral to his son and daughter-in-law under the pretext of fainting several times due to too much grief, and he didn't even show up when he came to pay his respects to the good families.

However, with the virtuous reputation of the Duchess of Dingguo over the years, who would know that she intended it?

On the contrary, she attracted the consolation of many old ladies of her generation.

Console......

No one knew that she didn't need it at all, Ning Zhiyuan was relieved that she was dead, how could there be pain.

Gu Qingwei remembered that when she was sleepless at night, she went to the mourning hall arranged for Ning Zhiyuan, ready to talk to Ning Zhiyuan, and it was good to complete their decades of husband and wife "love", but then she was a little tired, it seemed that she fell asleep on the chair?

So how did she end up here?

Could it be that her son and daughter-in-law placed her in another yard?

Looking at the empty room, Gu Qingwei was even more puzzled, her daughter-in-law had always done things properly, even if she was busy treating Ning Zhiyuan's funeral now, how could she forget to order someone to stay by her side?

These many questions made Gu Qingwei's mind a little groggy, she closed her eyes and rested for a while, she sat up with her elbows propped back.

"Someone!" she called out.

But before the words came out, Gu Qingwei was stunned.

She is already an old woman who is more than half a hundred years old, and she has always regarded it as self-cultivation for all these years of grievance and forbearance, so her voice has long become gentle and kind in line with her age.

But just now, she clearly heard that her voice was as crisp as a jade bead rolling on a jade plate.

Gu Qingwei was shocked.

She only slept this night, why did she sleep like this?

It's true that she wants to enjoy her old age in peace, but if the Duchess of Dingguo, who is praised by everyone, makes people mistakenly think that she is the chief horn child, wouldn't it make people laugh off their big teeth?

Thinking of this, Gu Qing sat up abruptly in a hurry, but after his eyes touched the hand holding the brocade quilt, there was only horror in his eyes.

Stunned, raising his two little white hands in front of him, Gu Qingwei exclaimed in surprise as he did when he was young: "What's going on!"

The hands that belong to Gu Qingwei, the Duchess of Dingguo, although they are still well maintained, they can still see the traces of time in the end, but the pair in front of her is white and delicate, and there are two cute little meat sockets on the back of her hands.

This is clearly for young children!

Gu Qing almost fainted.

She just slept in front of Ning Zhiyuan's spirit, could it be that Ning Zhiyuan had a spirit under the spring, knowing that she didn't have the slightest respect and pain for his death, so she punished her with the way of ghosts and gods?

Gu Qingwei has never respected ghosts and gods, so how can she believe such a ridiculous thing?

But if this is not the case, how can all this be explained?

Just as he was about to get out of bed and look in the mirror, Gu Qingwei heard a rush of footsteps outside.

Then, a gentle voice with some anxiety came from outside: "The seventh girl has a nightmare again?"

Along with the voice, there was a maid who was about eleven or twelve years old in green armor, and behind her were several young maids who were younger than her and dressed in the same color, but they were not wearing armor.

The first thing he did when he opened the door was to look at Gu Qingwei who was about to get down on the bed, until he confirmed that Gu Qingwei was not in any way, and then the maid who spoke turned around and reprimanded a few people behind him with a serious face: "Didn't you tell you to guard the seventh girl every step of the way, how long have I been walking away, and you are waiting for the master like this? If there is something wrong with the girl, be careful of your skin!"

A little maid was not convinced: "Sister Qiulan, it's the girl who doesn't want us to guard......"

"Dare to talk back!" Qiu Lan's eyes sharpened, and she glared at the little maid who spoke, and she didn't dare to say more.

Listening to these words, Gu Qingwei was a little stunned for a while.

It's not that she doesn't know these people in front of her, on the contrary, she is extremely familiar with these maids.

Qiu Lan is the daughter of Gu Qingwei's nurse, two years older than Gu Qingwei, she went to Gu Qingwei's room to wait at the age of six or seven, and later became the eldest girl in her room, managing more than 20 people up and down in the yard.

At the beginning, Gu Qingwei was going to marry in the capital, because she felt sorry for Qiu Lan's family in Qinghe, and couldn't bear to be separated from her family, and Qiu Lan was indeed old at that time, so her mother gave Qiu Lan to the son of the head of Qin, who was quite important by his father's side.

Until now, Gu Qingwei still remembers that when she left Qinghe, Qiu Lan, who was already a new wife, chased the carriage she was riding until outside the city gate with tears in her eyes.

However, why did she see Qiu Lan at this time, and Qiu Lan was only a teenager?

Since marrying into the capital, Gu Qingwei has never had a chance to return to the Gu family where she grew up in her life, except for the Gu descendants who sent New Year's gifts to the capital during the New Year's Festival, and a small number of Gu descendants who came to the capital one after another to become officials, she has never seen other Gu family people who are familiar to her.

What's going on today?

Gu Qingwei looked at the room he was in in a daze.

The room is very wide, at this time standing so many little maids do not feel crowded, exquisite workmanship of the step bed, polished smooth and beautiful vermilion lacquer dresser, new and delicate diamond flower bronze mirror, carved magnolia pattern jewelry box, and the room of the red sandalwood inlaid jade painted spring flowers and birds of the screen......

All of this is clearly her former boudoir in the Gu family.

She lived here for sixteen years, until she married in the capital, how could she not be familiar with this house?

With almost greed in his eyes, Gu Qingwei looked at everything in the room that was already deep in his bones over and over again.

It must have been a dream.

God knew that she missed her hometown too much, so he specially gave her such a vivid dream.

If this is the case, she wishes to ask all the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, and only wishes that this dream can last longer, longer.

Let her be able to take another look at the relatives she has missed for decades.

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