After Fu Changyu entered Xi Zhaoju's study, he never came out. He's missing. No one had ever seen him out of the cold mansion, and no one knew where he had gone. Outside the gate of the cold house, the snow-white lanterns are still hanging high, and the vermilion door is held with white silk with large silk flowers, which sets off the originally festive vermilion door.

On the mourning hall, Mrs. Han's coffin was still placed in the main hall, because no one dared to bury it without the permission of the owner. Thankfully, it's not hot yet, but it can't be delayed any longer. If it drags on any longer, the corpse will slowly change, and the mask of human skin covering the corpse's face will fall off. At that time, if the queen's cronies know the fact that Mrs. Han faked her death, the Han Mansion will be in crisis.

Mrs. Han's personal maids, Li Wan'er and Guo Cui'er, who knew the inside story, were very anxious, and they stayed in the mourning hall every day. Han Moyu, on the other hand, has been lying in bed for several days, and there is no sign of waking up.

And the two remaining masters of the Han Mansion, Han Linglan and Han Lingshuang, although Han Linglan is the eldest lady of the Han Mansion, but she is a concubine, and Han Lingshuang is not only a concubine, but also a young man who does not care about crying; Li Wan'er and Guo Cuier had to discuss with the housekeeper Nie Fang, and tried every means to block the dignitaries who came to mourn in the front hall.

Nie Fang experienced the pain of losing his wife, as if he had aged a few years overnight, wisps of white hair appeared between his temples, and his complexion collapsed a lot. Li Wan'er didn't want to trouble Steward Nie, but she and Guo Cui'er, two female streamers, had never seen any big formations, and now that there was no Mrs. Han to guide her, she was even more at a loss. Therefore, I had to discuss with Steward Nie what to do.

Steward Nie frowned, feeling that no matter what, if he waited for another three days, if Fu Changyu did not appear by then, and Miss Han Moyu did not wake up, then he would be mourned immediately. The best thing to do at the moment is to seal the coffin and nail it from the outside, then remove the ice from the ice cellar and place it around the coffin, closing the doors and windows to prevent the ice from melting too quickly.

In this case, at least it won't show any weakness. As soon as Steward Nie said this, Li Wan'er immediately asked someone to do it. Before sealing the coffin, according to the instructions of Steward Nie, he specially found a famous undertaker, embalmed the corpse inside the coffin, sprinkled it with a special antiseptic dry powder, and smeared it with a potion. When everything was done, the heavy lid of the coffin was closed and nailed shut.

At night, Han Moyu finally woke up. Xue Ling'er helped her up, and then helped her clean up, put on a snow-white filial piety dress for her, combed her in a very simple bun, and then put a white silk flower on her head. During the whole period, Xue Ling'er has been wiping her tears, babbling and talking, nothing more than Miss Moyu is so pitiful, her father was exiled from the customs at a young age, and her life and death are uncertain;

However, Han Moyu was silent throughout the entire period, just staring blankly at himself in the mirror. Xue Ling'er felt that something was wrong, and after inserting the last plain hairpin with a small flower on Han Moyu's bun, she turned her face and asked, "Miss Moyu, what's wrong with you? Are you still uncomfortable? You have slept for so many days, and the slaves and maids are dying." Fortunately, God forbid, you woke up, Miss. Thank goodness for that. ”

When Han Moyu heard this, he just turned his head with a dull gaze and asked, "What did you say?"

Xue Ling'er was startled, opened her eyes and looked at Han Moyu for a long time before asking, "Miss Moyu, haven't you woken up yet?"

Han Moyu looked at Xue Ling'er with a pair of incomparably clear eyes and said, "I'm not sleepy." I'm in good spirits. After finishing speaking, he turned his head again, looked at his delicate self in the mirror, and then showed a smile and said, "White, I like it very much." It's just that this bun is weird, I don't want to comb it like this. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and tore off his hairpin and white flowers, and his hair was spread out, but it looked indescribably elegant.

Xue Ling'er was stunned for a moment, she always felt that Han Moyu seemed to be missing something after waking up, as if she had changed a person, but what was different was it, she couldn't say for a while. Suddenly, she realized what the problem was: Han Moyu couldn't even distinguish the filial piety clothes on her body!

Such a rough and simple linen shirt, such a style, is obviously used as a filial piety clothes, but Han Moyu thought it was a daily wear. What the hell is going on? What happened to Miss Moyu? Xue Ling'er bit her lip and said, "Miss Moyu didn't listen to what I said just now, did it? Mrs. Han died...... Miss Moyu, are you going to go to the mourning hall now?"

Han Moyu turned his face and asked with a frown, "Who is Mrs. Han?" Xue Ling'er was taken aback when she heard this, her hand shook, and the earrings on her hand fell to the ground. She was stunned for a long time before she bent down to pick up the white pearl earrings from the ground and put them on for Han Moyu.

Xue Ling'er frowned and stopped talking. Why did Han Moyu stay sick in bed for so long, how could he not remember all of it when he woke up? Xue Ling'er's heart was full of doubts. She had a vague feeling that things weren't supposed to be like this.

Thinking of this, Xue Ling'er asked tentatively: "Miss Moyu, don't you really remember who Mrs. Han is?" The mistress of the Han Mansion, the glamorous lady who likes to wear a bright dress, your mother, can't you remember it at all?"

Han Moyu opened a pair of big beautiful eyes, twinkled in confusion, and then shook his head.

"What about the Imperial Young Master, the eldest young master of the Han Mansion, who is also the current King of Rui, that handsome and extraordinary son, don't you remember?" Xue Ling'er hurriedly asked.

Han Moyu frowned and thought hard, but he couldn't think of anything, so he had to shake his head again.

Xue Linger's heart popped and missed a beat. She hurriedly bent down, half-knelt in front of Han Moyu, and asked, "What about Brother Zhong An? What about me? Do you know me?"

Han Moyu still shook his head.

Xue Ling'er's face immediately sank. Originally, she was expecting Miss Han Moyu to marry a high-ranking official, and as the only personal maid, she would be able to marry in the future, but now? Miss Han Moyu has actually become like this! It seems that she will not get better for a while!