During the reign of Emperor Jingwu of the Great Liang. The seventh day of the third month of the seventh year of Kaiping.

Girdle Kyoto Crepe Flat. West Street, West End. Zhu Mansion.

In the morning, before the sky was bright, there were already bursts of sounds of doing things in the Zhu Mansion where white silk was hung on the vermilion gate.

Passers-by stopped one after another, and continued to walk away after some sighing and sighing.

Now in Xuanping, no one knows that on the night of the Zhu family's marriage, his mother, who had been bedridden for a long time, died of illness.

Late that night, the head of the Zhu family also died of illness, and the Chen family, the main house of Master Zhu, ended his life with Master Zhu because of his deep affection for Master Zhu.

In the end, it was Zhu Ziyao, the eldest young master of the Zhu family, who saw that Master Zhu, Mrs. Chen, and Aunt Liu had died one after another, so he intended to murder Zhu Zimo, the head of the Zhu family, to monopolize the family property, but was stabbed to death by a certain entourage of the Zhu family master, and followed his father and mother.

Whether the truth of the incident is really as simple as the Zhu family claims to the outside world is not investigated, after all, it is a family affair of other people, even if it is investigated, its own government will investigate it.

Everyone understands that it is common for people to die in the courtyard of the deep house, after all, those riches are not something that everyone can enjoy.

In the courtyard of the deep house, maybe a maid dies today, maybe a Xiao Si dies tomorrow, for the sake of favor, for money, there are various reasons, and it is not uncommon.

If it was in the past, the government would not have interfered, but there were too many people who died this time, and they were all the main masters of the Zhu family, and the government also investigated it.

However, to everyone's great disappointment, the result of the government's investigation was nothing more than as the Zhu family claimed to be - simple.

Dressed in filial piety clothes like Zhu Zimo, kneeling side by side on the futon on the side of the incense case in the right hall, Leng Qing looked at the side hall sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting words, holding a palm-sized wooden fish in his hand and knocking on the dozen or so gray-clothed monks, forcibly holding back the irritability.

Although Leng Qing went to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha very often, it was one of the few times, as long as she heard someone knocking on the wooden fish or chanting the scriptures, whether it was a big temple or a small temple, and no matter who she went with, Leng Qing turned around and left directly every time.

Leng Qing herself didn't know why, she hated hearing this kind of voice since she was a child.

I don't know how long it took, those monks finally got up together, and then circled around Chen Rou and Zhu Ziyao's coffins in an orderly manner, chanting scriptures while circling in circles, and the wooden fish in their hands still kept knocking.

Just when Leng Qing's small universe was on the verge of exploding, finally a family member in the house was divided into two teams, one team lifted a coffin lid with the same vermilion paint color placed on the side of the coffin and slowly covered the coffins of Chen Rou and Zhu Ziyao respectively.

The lid of the coffin was closed, the nails were nailed, the coffin was sealed, and the next step was to send the funeral.

Except for some of the maids and nurses who stayed in the mansion to take care of them, the other subordinates of the Zhu Mansion had already changed into plain clothes, and the maidservants took off their hair ornaments and went with their new family owners and young ladies to give funerals to the eldest lady and the eldest young master.

The Zhu family is also the richest businessman in Daliang, no matter what they do, they have a lot of pomp and circumstance, and this funeral is no exception.

The entire funeral procession is about 100 meters long and stands in four teams.

At the front of the team, seven banner-beating family members opened the way, followed by Zhu Zimo and Leng Qing, who were dressed in filial piety clothes, and each of them held a spirit card in their hands.

Lin Xiaoyang, who is Zhu Zimo's junior brother, is also half of the Zhu Mansion clan, and he also follows Zhu Zimo and Leng Qing in plain clothes, holding a long sword that almost never leaves his body.

The coffins of Chen Rou and Zhu Ziyao were carried by four sturdy men who were five big and three thick, wearing coarse linen clothes, and followed Lin Xiaoyang side by side.

Behind the coffin, there is a funeral procession more than 100 meters long, which occupies the entire street.

Walking at the forefront of the funeral procession with Zhu Zimo, Leng Qing finally had the opportunity to see the ancient streets for the first time.

Since crossing over to this other world, Leng Qing has been staying in the Zhu Mansion, and the only time she left the mansion before was when she got married a few days ago.

At that time, Leng Qing covered Xipa and sat in the sedan chair in a regular manner, without thinking of opening the curtains on the sedan chair to take a look at the outside world.

Although it was the first time I had seen the ancient streets, it was so cold that I didn't blatantly look around, but it was easy to see the merchants and vendors on both sides of the street and the people who stopped to watch them.

It's not much the same as what you see in film and television works, 80% of those stalls are men, only a few are women, and looking at their makeup, it seems that they are all married women.

Most of the pedestrians on the road are men, only a few women are included, and there are almost no unmarried women.

Looking further aside, there are shops on both sides of the street, teahouses, taverns and other shops with serious facades.

In ancient times, what "three obedience and four virtues" and "serious women can't go out of the house at will to show their heads" are really deadly, those women who stay at home every day, are they really so "homely"? and they are not afraid of depression!

Leng Qing suddenly thought with some bad intentions, looking at the women in the film and television works who looked like the sea was deep after they came out of the cabinet and got married in the future, I was afraid that they were bored at home!

Leng Qing also observed that whether it was a stall or a pedestrian on the road, they were all wearing caftan brown clothes made of coarse cloth.

Those who go in and out of shops, teahouses, taverns and other places are different, although not all of them are very well dressed, but they are much better than those who set up stalls and pedestrians on the road.

Because the funeral procession was too large, pedestrians avoided everywhere they went.

All the way to the gate of the West City, Leng Qing saw the same scene, and finally lost the interest of continuing to watch, hung his head slightly, and obediently walked with the spirit card in his hand.

Now it is the peaceful year, and the soldiers guarding the city also know that today is the day of the funeral of the eldest lady of the Zhu Mansion and the eldest young master of the Zhu Mansion, not only did not come forward to interrogate, but also kindly blocked all the passers-by who entered and exited the city gate to the edge of the city wall, and vacated the five or six meters wide and seven or eight meters long corridor at the city gate to walk for the funeral team of the Zhu Mansion.

Looking at this qiē, Zhu Zimo's face did not show the slightest gratitude, except for being indifferent, he was indifferent, and he looked like he had lost a loved one.

Out of the city gate, the three men who put banners in front of them led the people all the way to the west.

After passing through a sparse forest, Leng Qing vaguely saw a mountain not far away, which was probably the destination of their group!

An hour later, around noon, the funeral procession of the Zhu Mansion finally climbed halfway up the mountainside where the mountain head was located that Leng Qing had seen from afar.

When you climb the mountainside, you will see a cemetery covering an area of about one hectare (one acre is equal to about 667 square meters, and fifteen acres is equal to one hectare).

There are a lot of white tombstones in the cemetery, some of the tombstones are magnificent and fine, and some are very simple, presumably because of their identity.

Walking about thirty meters into the depths of the cemetery, two tombs about two or three meters apart appeared in Leng Qing's line of sight.

Next to each tomb is a white stone tablet with many words engraved on it, presumably to bury the deceased and stand in front of the tombstone.

Standing aside with Zhu Zimo and Lin Xiaoyang, Leng Qing quietly watched as those people slowly put the two coffins into the tomb, and then used the shovel prepared in advance to shovel up the black soil next to it and sprinkle it on the coffin, gradually burying the coffin.

Leng Qing silently thought in her heart: Go all the way......

Half an hour later.

Standing in front of Chen Rou's tomb, which had been buried and the tombstone had been erected, Leng Qing couldn't help but sigh: This woman, in order to stabilize her position, forced an innocent person to death and robbed someone else's son, but in the end, she was stabbed to death with a dagger by her pampered twenty-five son, how sad it is......

The Buddha said: Karma. Sure enough.

Suddenly, a black-and-white photo engraved on the tombstone jumped into Leng Qing's mind, and Leng Qing saw that the corners of the girl's eyes in the photo were slightly bent downward, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her smile was as bright as a spring sun......

Lin Xiaoyang stood not far behind Leng Qing, looking at Leng Qing's back, he suddenly had a feeling of sadness.

That emanated from Leng Qing's body.

Lin Xiaoyang couldn't understand why his second sister-in-law seemed to be under her twenties, so why did she have such a strong sense of sadness at this moment?

Even if it is the relatives of the deceased, I am afraid that it is not as sad as her!

Zhu Zimo, who was standing in front of Zhu Ziyao's tomb on the side, looked at Leng Qing from afar, with an unclear expression on his face.

By the time Zhu Zimo and the others returned to Zhu's Mansion from the cemetery on the mountain in the western suburbs of Kyoto, it was already more than half of the time of Shen, and it was almost time for dinner.

Lin Xiaoyang said goodbye to Zhu Zimo and Leng Qing and went back to the East Guest Courtyard where he temporarily lived, and Leng Qing went back to the Korean Courtyard with Zhu Zimo.

Entering the courtyard gate of the Han Courtyard and passing through the rockery barrier, Leng Qing went to the new house on the day of marriage, and Zhu Zimo went back to the bedroom where he had been living.

Leng Qing also heard Lu Xueyue say later, Lu Xueyue said that their new head of the family, Zhu Zimo, has been living in the bedroom where the old lady lived since he passed away ten years ago.

As for the new house on the day Zhu Zimo and Leng Qing got married, it was just a side room that was not used in the Han Courtyard on weekdays.

For Lu Xueyue's words, Leng Qing didn't care much.

Leng Qing knew that Han Yuan in Zhu Mansion was not a place where ordinary people could enter and exit casually, and Lu Xueyue was strictly ordered by Leng Qing not to chew the root of her tongue everywhere, so for the fact that she and Zhu Zimo lived in separate rooms, Leng Qing was not worried about the danger of spreading out.

Back in the new house, Leng Qing took off the outermost filial piety clothes and told Lu Xueyue to prepare hot water, she had to take a comfortable hot bath before dinner.

Although it is only early spring now, I have walked so far today, climbed the mountain, and the sun is surprisingly clear today, and Leng Qing will inevitably sweat.

Leng Qing is a little clean, even if it is her own sweat, she can't stand it.

Lu Xueyue nodded respectfully in agreement, and asked Leng Qing to wait for a while before turning around and leaving to order someone to prepare bath water.