The visitor from Yunnan appeared abruptly, and he claimed to be the cousin of King An, which was reasonable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The mother and son couldn't confirm the identity of the visitor, and they couldn't be lazy, so they had to wait for someone from the Su family to come.

The son was cautious in this matter, Chu Zhaohui thought so, and obeyed his son's wishes.

In this way, seven days was a bit hasty, and Qin Tianjian re-selected the date and set Su Rui's funeral on the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month.

The mother and son were busy with white affairs in the house, ruthless and clueless. It is the desertion of Chinese New Year's Eve, also called Empress Chu. How can Chu Zhaohui be in the mood palace? only said that the house was riddled with trivial matters, and handed the queen mother a post asking for peace.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, the white candles in the mansion were hanging high, miserable, or Aunt Qin and Wen Wan Zhang Luo, ordered the kitchen to wrap hot dumplings and distribute them to all parts of the mansion.

Xiaoli didn't eat meat, so she gently chose shiitake mushrooms, tofu and cabbage, and mixed noodles with carrot and celery juice, and personally wrapped five-colored dumplings for Chu Zhaohui and presented them to her.

The dumplings are small and exquisite, delicate and durable, and are served in the white glazed lotus petal bowl of Longquan kiln, which is particularly pleasing to the eye. Chu Zhaohui ate dumplings and admired the gentle warmth.

Thank you sister for leaving Wen Wan, although Chu Zhaohui has been hard these days, because of his gentle company, he finally survived. Turn your head and think back, plant melons and get melons, plant beans and get beans. Back then, she occasionally did good deeds and saved the lives of her mother and daughter, but today the crow feeds back and enjoys her filial piety.

The cycle of cause and effect is really unpleasant. In the small Buddha hall, Chu Chaohui knelt in front of the Buddha statue with gratitude, and chanted the "Sutra of Amitayus" over and over again.

Knowing that Chu Zhaohui was sad, Queen Chu only said that she and her sister had changed the queen mother's side to the doctor, and she didn't ask her to worry about her mother's illness. Listening to Qin Yao's words sent back every day, knowing that her sister was still fine, Queen Chu was very comforted.

Qin Yao was full of admiration for her gentle behavior, and even truthfully transmitted her filial words to the ears of Queen Chu.

Hearing that Wen Wan warmed her heart everywhere and made her sister feel a little less bitter, Queen Chu was happy in her heart, and while chatting with Murong Wei, she showed her pity for Mrs. An Guo from time to time, and even more satisfied with Wen Wan.

If there is a daughter in Su Mansion, she can also accompany her sister more. The side concubine is separated from her identity, Su Duhan is a man after all, and there are still a bunch of things waiting for him to take care of outside, and he can't stay in the inner house often.

After thinking about it, Queen Chu looked at Murong Wei, who was now sensible and well-behaved, and sighed to her sister again, and sighed from time to time during her conversation.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Murong Wei suddenly remembered the humiliation she had suffered in her previous life, and she had a brilliant idea in her heart.

Queen Chu scolded her for being anxious that day, but she hit her by mistake and asked her mother to vomit out the accumulated blood. Now looking at her daughter, how do you look at it and how satisfied, Queen Chu lovingly stroked her daughter's sideburns, took her in her arms, and also felt sorry for her sister's loneliness.

Murong Wei snuggled on her mother's shoulder, and there was a strong worry in her tone: "How can it be good for my aunt to be alone in the future?" In two days it will be Chinese New Year's Eve, and Aunt Qin and Wen Shangyi should also return to the palace, and the mansion will not be even more deserted. ”

When it came to Queen Chu's heart, although the two families intended to become in-laws, because of the passivity of Murong Qing and Su Rui, they never crossed the clear road.

Now that she knows Su Duhan's life experience, Queen Chu also has a pimple in her heart. Putting aside his life experience, his nephew also has three years of filial piety.

Murong Wei is a princess, and there is no talk of marrying in advance. For three whole years, there is still a difference between the success or failure of this family affair.

Seeing her daughter's interpretation of flowers, Wen Wan's dignified and delicate little face came to mind, and Queen Chu had an idea in her heart.

"Speaking of gentleness, this child has a good temperament and good character. Go and find out what your aunt is saying, and if she has the will, I will make the decision for her, and ask her to take in a righteous daughter. In the future, your aunt will not be alone in the house. ”

"Sister Wen's temperament, my aunt must like it." Murong Wei's wish came true, and a smile appeared on her face: "I'll go to my aunt's place now and listen to my aunt's meaning." ”

In a hurry to promote this, Murong Wei returned to the palace to change her clothes for going out, and then took Yingluo and Hongdou out of the palace.

There is still a lot of traffic in front of the Su Mansion, because there are people from the Internal Affairs Office, and it is much more organized than when I came before.

Under Qin Yao's guidance, Murong Wei bypassed the main gate and went directly into the inner courtyard to see her aunt.

When I opened the curtain and looked, my aunt was thinner than the previous two days, but she was in good spirits and her eyes were angry.

Wen Wan had just boiled a thick eight-treasure porridge and was diligently persuading: "Madame doesn't have much for lunch, drink half a bowl of porridge to warm her stomach." The slave maid added longan and red dates to it, which are all good nourishing products. ”

Chu Zhaohui changed into a dark brocade robe, covered the shoulders of a white fox fur, and wore a plain white silver beaded flower on his sideburns. She patted her gentle hand, revealing a thin reproach: "How many times have you said it, you don't have to call yourself a slave, but you just don't listen." If this is the case, I don't need this bowl of porridge. ”

Wen Wan wore a long skirt with satin white chrysanthemum pattern in Sulan Palace, a white waist-pinching and narrow-sleeved small jacket, and a shawl of the same color as the long skirt on her shoulders.

Colorful clothes entertaining relatives, looking at the gentle appearance, Murong Wei suddenly thought of the old Laizi in the twenty-four filial piety.

In order to make her aunt happy, Wen Wan must have tried her best, she was a dignified and noble person, but she made such a naughty demeanor. Just like in the previous life, when she saw her loveless self, she was obviously bitter in her heart, but she also changed her ways to coax herself to live.

Murong Wei's heart was sour, and she just wanted to hug her and call Sister Wan well, but she clearly understood that this fashion was not the time.

She learned to be gentle, called her aunt sweetly, and coaxed her aunt to porridge coquettishly.

Looking at my aunt's thin and sharp chin, my heart still hurts sharply.

Murong Wei put her arms around her aunt and said sincerely: "Auntie, Wen Shangyi boiled it with her heart, you have to eat porridge well." You have been too clear in the past few days, and the days to come are still long, I know that it will be difficult for you to relax your heart, but the road must go on, and the living still have to look forward. ”

Chu Zhaohui listened to her persuasion warmly, his eyes were astringent, tears almost slipped down, he barely held back, patted her palm and said: "Aunt knows, go back and let your mother relax, thanks to Wen Wan's companionship in the past few days, my heart has opened up a little." ”

Murong Wei thanked Wen Wan, how dare Wen Wan accept her courtesy, turned sideways to avoid it, and hurriedly returned the salute.

Looking at the porridge on the table, Murong Wei sniffed her nose exaggeratedly and said with a smile: "Wen Shangyi's porridge is so fragrant, can you bring me a bowl too?" ”

Wen Wan came out of the palace, and she was as transparent as a human spirit, knowing that the two of them had something to say, she nodded with a smile, but she was not in a hurry to serve porridge, so she sat in the side room to rest.