Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Beauty
A shed was set up in the courtyard of the palace of King An, and a white door was hung, and one hundred and eight monks invited by the palace sang the "Dizang Sutra" in the middle of it, and the voices came and went. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
The mourning hall is spread in the main hall of Shangxi Garden, Su Rui's coffin is placed in the center, and the newly painted portrait is hung on the wall.
The golden silk nan wooden coffin given by Emperor Chongming was covered with the crown of the court clothes of the first prince of Su Rui, which was new and unfamiliar.
The chief manager next to him explained to Queen Chu: "What Madam means, the general is away all the year round, and this set of court clothes is basically useless, so let it leave with the general now." ”
Su Duhan said in a hoarse voice: "Mother still chose to let my father wear the armor of the Dragon and Tiger General, who usually loves the Dragon and Tiger General, into the coffin, and my mother insisted on changing my father's clothes by herself, but the iron armor was heavy, and my mother couldn't move it alone. ”
The light fragrance of Nanmu was mixed with the smell of incense ash paper candles in the room, Su Duhan knelt down and added paper money to the brazier, raising wisps of smoke, and people seemed to be wrapped in a layer of mist.
In the mourning hall, there is also a master reciting the "Dizang Sutra", the chanting sound is accompanied by the sound of wooden fish tapping, and there are bursts of mourning mixed in it, which are intermittently transmitted into the hall from outside the courtyard, and all kinds of sounds are mixed together, which is not very real, and adds sadness for no reason.
Murong Wei knew that her aunt had always believed in Buddhism, and she thought about the Pure Land, and read the "Sutra of Amitayus" and "The Sutra of Dizang" every day. Asking the monks to do more for the uncle was probably the last thing the aunt could do for the uncle.
In the quiet chanting sound, Murong Wei saluted sincerely. Uncle is worthy of respect, for Xixia, whether it is his father or uncle, they have made the greatest sacrifice, but it is a pity that they all chose to bear it alone in the previous life, and all kinds of mistakes and mistakes finally became big mistakes.
Looking at the side, Murong Wei still sensed the uncommon sorrow of the queen mother from the slight trembling of the queen mother, and when she raised her head to look, Queen Chu's face only had calm solemnity, but there was not a single tear.
Born in the royal family, in addition to enjoying the honor of unparalleled, I also have to pay incomparable sacrifices for ordinary people, and the joys, sorrows, and sorrows cannot completely belong to me.
After the two worshipped, they were led by the housekeeper, and Su Duhan accompanied them into the inner courtyard.
Chu Zhaohui was overworked and did not accompany the guests in front of the mourning hall. She hadn't closed her eyes since last night, and she wanted to barely sleep, but it didn't work to light the soothing incense. She lay on her side on the low couch by the window in her room and closed her eyes to recuperate, and the two side concubines stood on the left and right.
The eyes were full of vegetarianism, and even the lilac couch that was commonly used on weekdays was covered with dazzling white yarn, and a little girl secretly wiped her tears, and was glared out by the first-class girl Pearl beside Chu Zhaohui.
After getting the transmission, Chu Zhaohui opened his eyes and raised his legs to stay. The body was full of soreness and softness, and even the weak body couldn't support it, so he sat back on the couch between swaying.
The body is also a moon-white plain skirt, embroidered with silver thread a few hibiscus, covered with a silver-white snow fox collar placket and a thin jacket, with a black butterfly buckle coiled on the placket, and a wide white silk tied around the waist of the plain skirt, which goes straight to the ground.
Chu Zhaohui was about to get up again, but Queen Chu, who had already stepped into the door, stopped her by taking a few steps, and pressed her shoulder to tell her to lie down.
The two side concubines led people forward to salute, and Queen Chu waved her hand casually, so as to avoid everyone's worship, she sat sideways beside her sister's low couch and held her cold hand.
Chu Zhaohui raised a plain face, snow-white as porcelain, eyes like ink, and deep-set eye sockets, but there was not a trace of tears.
It is still beautiful to the extreme, there is still a faint hibiscus fragrance in the room, Murong Wei looked at her aunt with a warm smile as usual, but it was like a withered flower, which dissipated on her lips in an instant.
Thinking of the tragic death of her aunt in the previous life, the tears that Murong Wei had just collected flowed down again, she squatted down, hugged her aunt's thin back, and choked up and called her aunt, tears were already raining down.
"Sister, cry out when you're sad", looking at her somewhat wooden sister, Chu Yaoguang's eyes flashed with pathos, and she hugged her aunt tightly in her arms.
In the past 20 years of marriage, Su Duhan has only one child, how should this beloved couple get together less and leave more.
Su Rui enters Beijing once every two years, returns home in the month of La, and returns in the first month. Every time, my aunt greeted her in the ten-mile pavilion a year ago, and sent her here after the year.
The ancient road of the long pavilion, the grass of the slanting sun, and the remnants of the twilight flute, all stained with the tears of uncles and aunts.
Murong Wei remembered that in the summer of the fifth year of Chongming, her uncle had taken her aunt to the border city.
That should be the longest reunion of uncle and aunt, aunt spent mid-autumn in the border city, until the border city snow drifted, dragged until it could no longer be delayed and then embarked on the return journey, and when she came back, her eyes were still red.
My aunt was weak, but she was more resilient, and she never told anyone about her suffering. Just like now, obviously sad beyond words, he still gently held the hand of the queen mother.
The two side concubines of the Su Mansion came over again to salute and invited Empress Chu and Murong Wei to take a seat.
The two are the same age, beautiful in appearance, and similar in dress, like twin sisters. They are all plain and white dresses, with a big white velvet flower on the low bun, and no jewelry is used on the whole body, only a pair of silver lilacs are worn on each ear.
The cloves of Concubine Xin are orchid patterns, and the chrysanthemum patterns of Concubine Du are chrysanthemums. Chunlan and autumn chrysanthemum, cold and unparalleled, complement each other with the two.
The two of them looked haggard and still had tear stains, but their appearance was still dignified, and there was no rudeness, Queen Chu glanced at it lightly and turned her gaze away.
Murong Wei knew that these two side concubines, like Xu and Meng, were also rewarded by the emperor's grandmother, but they did not have the blessings of the two in the palace.
My uncle returned to Beijing once every two years, and he went in and out with his aunt every day, but they only hung the name of the side concubine, but they couldn't touch the slightest rain and dew from their uncle.
Once lazy, lying in the sand cupboard of the queen mother's bedroom, I fell asleep unconsciously, and when I woke up, I vaguely heard the queen mother and her aunt chatting, and the queen mother sighed that Meng Zhaoyi was partial to the fourth brother A Xuan.
"I have no children, so I can only get married early, she treats Ah Xuan as if she was her own. It's just that I think too much, and I'm always afraid that I won't have a lifelong support, is it that in addition to Ah Xuan, my own children will treat her harshly? ”
The aunt sighed tactfully, and her voice was long: "Alas, she is still fine. I pity the two side concubines in the family like flowers, please ask the general how much to favor, but the general said, the flowing water is ruthless, why bother to live up to the youth of others, and ask me to send out my thoughts. ”
"The queen mother gave the two Zhaoyi back then, but she was really afraid that the events of the first year of Chongming would repeat themselves, but it was understandable. I don't know why I stuffed people into my sister's house. From ancient times to the present, adding people to the son-in-law's room, the queen mother is really the first person. The queen mother also sighed leisurely, mixed with how much exploration and complaining.
It was the aunt who spoke: "Don't say that these two have no sin, they are guilty, and they are also given by the queen mother." How can I get out of the house? ”
When Murong Wei heard this, she felt that it was not interesting, so she turned over and fell asleep again.