After Luo Ying and the others settled down at the master's house, it was already late at night. It wasn't until www.biquge.info house was full that she suddenly found out that the Yang family was so big, but she didn't feel empty when there were only two or three people living in this courtyard, but now that the lights are brightly lit, she feels inexplicably deserted.

Lingyu had already fallen asleep in the room where she had been helping the weak. Luo Ying called Uncle Niu to the south study, which had been a place for her to stay when she ran away from home when she was young, and the others stayed in the guest rooms and reception desks.

The candlelight emitted a soft glow in the closed and warm study, and when it shone on Luoying's face, it looked like a picture of a lady under the lamp smeared with pale yellow ink. After the passage of time, there is still a lingering residue in the room of the beeswax Canaan incense that Dr. Yang loved when he was alive. When Luo Ying saw that the purple wood incense was on the table, and there were still incense pieces like green that had not yet burned out in the small brown and red smoker, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. She resolutely looked away, ignoring the deep ups and downs in her chest, her thin lips opened lightly, and she asked with a heavy heart: "Uncle Niu, what is going on at home these days? Why, I always feel that there are many things that are not as those people outside say." Luo Ying's gaze fluctuated between the flickering of the candle flames, and she found that her tone had weakened a lot.

Uncle Niu crossed his hands, lowered his head and pondered, his mouth moved for a long time, before he raised his eyes and stared at Luo Ying and replied: "Miss, early in the morning of the day you left, Mrs. died, and he was walking in the bedroom at the time, and he didn't even get out of bed, and the master locked himself in the house alone and cried for a long time, if it wasn't for Zhang Luo's funeral, it is estimated that no one would be able to call him out!"

Before Uncle Niu's words were finished, Luo Ying had already covered her mouth in horror, she felt that her hot tears were overflowing as warm and silent as blood, and there was no extra breath at all to allow her heart to cry unscrupulously.

Uncle Niu saw her crying, his eyes swept helplessly, this is expected, such a thing is a big blow to anyone, but he knows that Miss has the right to know these things, and if she wants to heal, she has to create a wound, since he said it, he will continue to say it all, so he continued: "The whole house is busy with the funeral, you know, Madame treated us like family when she was alive, although everyone was very sad, but they were full of energy to let Madame go to the scenery." On the second day of the funeral, a group of officers and soldiers suddenly broke into the house, and judging by the equipment and momentum, it was either the palace guards or the general's team. Ignoring the progress of the funeral, they rudely and rudely inspected the whole house, saying that they had found some important evidence of crime, and forcibly arrested the old man and the third young master! We, the few who could not hold on, left, and the remaining people, because they remembered their old feelings, had no choice but to unite and divide their labor, and try by all means to make the funeral end smoothly. Sure enough, two days later, the group of officers and soldiers came again, this time with a holy decree, and the holy decree actually said that the lord deceived the king, colluded with the party, and intended to rebel, and should punish the nine clans!" After Uncle Niu finished speaking sadly and indignantly, he couldn't help but sneer: "Hmph! Rebellion? Do you think it's funny?"

Luoying was silent, she held her breath fiercely, trying to hear Uncle Niu's words clearly, but her ears were full of buzzing and tearing eardrums, so she had to wonder: "Ah?"

Uncle Niu seemed to hear it, but he didn't seem to hear it, he lowered his eyes and continued his dissatisfaction: "Don't say anything about the intention of rebellion, just deceiving the king is groundless!"

"Why? Why slander us, did they really find any evidence?"

Uncle Niu said that he was angry, slapped the table fiercely and said: "The strange is in the evidence! Our Bai family's wine shop has always supplied tribute wine to the palace, and for so many years, there has never been a mistake, and now an inexplicable search has found out the problem, saying that we have put poison in the wine we are serving, or a drop of deadly Huo Yunxiang! When it was found out, everything else was fine, except that the wine cellar that supplied the palace was all poisoned, and the stewards and winemakers of the winery were all crazy and seemed to have to defend themselves, but the evidence was conclusive, even if they jumped into the Yellow River, they couldn't wash it away!"

"What a place, there are no silver three hundred taels!"

"That's not all, but later it was even more outrageous, saying that our master's intentions are not so simple, he colluded with the Mongolian barbarians, and wanted to usurp the throne and seek power, what a big joke!"

Luo Ying was stunned, she held her forehead with her left hand, her right hand was loosely hanging on her thigh, and asked expressionlessly: "Uncle Niu, what happened later? Later, what happened to my father and third brother, where were they locked up? Where is my mother's cemetery, has it burned the first seven days? Can I go and see?"

"Miss!" Uncle Niu saw that she was obviously stimulated, so his tone softened, and said flatteringly: "Miss, Madame's grave is on the outskirts of the city, not far but a little remote, you may not have been there, in the future, I will take you to see her." ”

"No need, you tell me the address, I'll go by myself tomorrow, I guess I can't stay here for long. Uncle Niu saw her pale face, and his heart was really frightened, he hurriedly shook his hands and said: "You don't care about these anymore, the living celebrate more than one year, no matter what happens, the master must hope that you can live a good life!"

Live well, it's this sentence to live well, the person who leaves is gone, and he will let others live well.

"You can't deceive yourself anymore," Luo Ying said with a smile: "Now the entire Shuntian Mansion is probably wanted for my face," she pointed to her face and said, "Do you want it? I'll give it to them! Anyway, a life is not worth much!"

Uncle Niu straddled his legs, closed his eyes in pain, and sighed deeply.

Luoying didn't want Uncle Niu to worry, but she had no belief in the need to live well, these words were not lies, she knew what she was talking about, she knew that she couldn't deceive herself anymore, she knew how difficult it was to live alone. But she was still hypocritically and strongly, raising her face and smiling at Uncle Niu non-stop, smiling in the candlelight, revealing a bottomless cold. She muttered with the breath of her lips rubbing: "Uncle Niu, go back and rest! I want to sleep well, I'm fine, you don't have to worry anymore!"

As soon as Uncle Niu heard Luoying say that he wanted to sleep, he immediately lifted his spirits, he stared at the round eyes and said with hope: "Okay, I'm going back, you must have a good rest, don't be too sad!"

Luoying nodded, and under the projection of the candlelight, she saw that she was like a bird that had fallen into the water but did not struggle.

The Bai family's Jiang rice wine was originally recommended by Li Zongming to Emperor Zhu Houzhao, and Zhu felt that the flavor was good, so he ordered the Bai family wine workshop to supply this wine to the court. Although Luo Ying was young at the time, he also knew that it was a great honor, and no matter where he went, he would show off to others and say: "Look, our family's wine is sold to the emperor! Even the emperor said that it was delicious, would you like to try it?"

Luoying blew out the candles, she couldn't sleep, but she didn't want Uncle Niu, who lived opposite, to see that she hadn't fallen asleep, so she had to touch her dark steps and slowly sit in front of the old carved window. Looking at the moonlight like water in the winter night of Jiangnan, Luo Ying's heart was quiet, as quiet as the clear light of the moon, coldly, silently, quietly, fluctuating in the cold wind.

She knew it was the last calm before the pent-up anger erupted.