Chu Zhaohui said it sadly, but Concubine Xin was weak-hearted, and that secret letter would eventually break the peace of King An's mansion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She could only wipe her tears and reluctantly relieved: "Madam is kind, and don't hurt yourself for this matter, it is said that Concubine Du herself is not blessed." Now do seven days and seven nights of rituals, chant more scriptures, bless Concubine Du to give birth to a good family in the next life, and it is not in vain the friendship in the house over the years. ”

Chu Zhaohui asked about the things left by Concubine Du again, and instructed: "Her clothes have been burned for her and sent over, those jewelry and other things, don't be unlucky, find Yinlou to remake it, and then take it to reward her subordinates, all of them have a friendship between master and servant." ”

Concubine Xin Nuo agreed, but thought that there were a lot of jewelry in Concubine Du's room, but there were not many slaves and maids. After the tricks are turned over again, a part of the reward will be removed, and a part of it will be confiscated to make up for the shortfall of this funeral.

But he said that Ruyi followed Concubine Du's instructions that day, and took the box given to her by Concubine Du alone, quietly went to Caijiazhuang, and ordered the old couple who were guarding the door to pack up two wings and live in temporary shelter.

From the end of June to the mid-year festival in the middle of July, there is not a single word from Concubine Du. Ruyi didn't dare to go back to his home to inquire about the news, and he lived like a year.

Walking in the garden at night, watching the old couple prepare some melon and fruit offerings, and burn some paper money next to a clean stone, I remembered that it was the Midyear Festival, and it had been nearly a month since she left the house.

Because the general was killed, thinking that the house must do a magic thing, Ruyi persuaded himself that it must be difficult for Concubine Du to get out at this time, so why should she find a way out after the Midyear Festival.

The storm of the night came suddenly, and Ruyi slept in a daze, thinking that he was greedy for cold, and did not close the bedroom window. Afraid of the rain pouring in, Ruyi rubbed his eyes and sat up, and went down to the kang with an oil lamp in his hand to close the window.

In the shadows, it seemed that someone whispered her name. Ruyi bluffed. When I looked back carefully, a figure was as faint as a trace, like Concubine Du wearing a white gauze bedclothes, leaning on the clothes rack by the kang, with a wry smile on the corner of her mouth.

Ruyi was overjoyed, and he didn't even bother to close the window, so he came to Concubine Du with the lamp: "Why is the master at this hour? ”

Concubine Du frowned, stayed away from the lamp in Ruyi's hand, and then said helplessly: "Silly girl, can't you see that you and I are different now? ”

Zhongyuan was gloomy at night, Ruyi was shocked by Concubine Du's words, and then looked at her face, it was really miserable as usual. The oil lamp was dim, illuminating the shadow of the underground, but there was no shadow beside Concubine Du.

Ruyi screamed in fright, turned over and sat up from the kang. Listening to the night rain outside, it poured in through the open window, drenching half of the Eight Immortals table.

It turned out to be a dream of Nan Ke, but Concubine Du in the dream was so infiltrating, and she kept saying that she was no longer alive.

Ruyi didn't dare to sleep anymore, lit the lamp, closed the window under the kang, and then came back to hug the bed and quilt, leaning on the kang head and pondering from time to time.

Today's Zhongyuan, is it really Concubine Du's soul to report to herself? While thinking about it, Ruyi couldn't help but give herself a backhand slap, secretly scolding herself for being so cursing.

The master treats himself so well, he obviously makes an appointment for this issue in March, but he is here to ponder before the time comes.

Having said that, Ruyi can no longer wait that long.

Early in the morning of the 16th, Ruyi went down the kang with two dark circles under her eyes, regardless of the drizzle outside, she changed into the dress of a village girl in the countryside, and asked the old couple guarding the yard for a basket of eggs. So he straddled the basket with one hand and held a ginger oil-paper umbrella with the other, and pretended to go into the city to sell it.

Caijiazhuang is close to the imperial city, and the official road is easy to walk. Ruyi entered the imperial city when the city gate was just opened, and turned to the street at the back gate of King An's mansion.

The street was not far from the bazaar, and Ruyi carried a basket and passed by here, but his eyes quietly looked at the door of the house.

In the drizzle, the courtyard wall of the backyard of King An's Mansion is deep, and two stone lions quietly guard the door.

The two black carved lacquer doors inlaid with bronze beast knockers were closed, and a few small guards stood on their own, clearly as in the past.

However, although there are no white flags on both sides, there are four bamboo-bone white gauze lanterns hanging high on the lintel, which are particularly dazzling in the drizzle on a July morning.

After the funeral of King An, white lanterns were hung in the house for 7749 days, and the entire road was covered with white flags and curtains. By the time of March, these things had already been removed, how could there be white lanterns hung up again, and there were only four of them?

Touching last night's dream, Ruyi was shocked, and even his hands and feet were cold.

was afraid of being seen, so Ruyi walked quickly and didn't dare to ask directly. But he walked a few steps forward and entered the shed set up by a shop on the side of the road that ate rice tofu.

Looking at the kind old woman sitting in the seat, Ruyi pretended not to enter Beijing often, and quietly asked: "May I ask this mother-in-law, why is there a snow-white lantern hanging in front of the mansion of that family, is it because of the Shangyuan Festival yesterday, there is still such a habit in Beijing?"

The mother-in-law had just put down the spoon and was wiping the corners of her mouth with a green cloth handkerchief, looking at Ruyi's well-behaved and sweet mouth, she sighed and said, "You don't know that that house is the palace of King An." Since last year's Layue Li'an King was a guest, a few days ago a side concubine was infected with smallpox, which had just passed away. ”

A cold air hit her heart, Ruyi couldn't sit still anymore, her teeth chattered, and she asked urgently: "I don't know which side concubine died?"

"How does the old woman know about the affairs of the noble family? There are two side concubines in King An's mansion, naturally one of them", the old woman couldn't understand, shook her head and sighed, put down two rice and tofu money on the table, and picked up the umbrella that was placed next to her and left.

When Concubine Du sent herself out of the house, she was clearly suspected of confessing the future, and she was half-spit out and half-revealed to herself. It's such a coincidence in the house, but someone is infected with smallpox. Ruyi was so anxious that he also asked for a bowl of rice tofu, and took a spoon and pulled it to find a way.

Thinking that Concubine Du once said that she couldn't go back to this mansion. If Concubine Du really has an accident, it will be a dead end for her to leave the house by herself. Ruyi racked his brains and couldn't think of a way, so he could only turn to the front door again to see if there was a way to find out the news.

In the end, the side concubine is just a concubine, and she is not a serious master. There were no white lanterns at the main entrance of King An's mansion, only a few carriages were parked nearby, and I don't know which lady came to mourn.

After a circle, I came to the corner gate. The corner gate was more secluded, and apart from the occasional slave with a pair of cards, there was no news.