At the beginning of the hour.

Korean Hospital. New house on the ground floor.

Lin Zhiwu stood outside the arch connecting the inner and outer rooms, and the red bead curtain on the arch hung quietly.

Leng Qing's big red wedding dress has been changed, and at this time, Leng Qing is only wearing a white middle coat, a men's brocade gown, and three thousand green silks, sitting quietly on the side of the bed in the inner room and listening to Lin Zhiwu standing in the outer room report the matter.

When Lin Zhiwu reported the matter, Leng Qing quietly looked at the new house she was in, and everywhere she looked, it was mostly red and bright.

Leng Qing couldn't help but think of Liu Ruyun's bedroom at this time, and it must be hanging high in white silk at this time, a bleak and bleak scene.

Obviously, yesterday was still a jubilant scene, but after one night, the red silk was changed to the white silk, and the happy event became a white event, how ridiculous!

The most ridiculous thing is that she, a person who does not belong to this time and space, was inexplicably involved in these ridiculous incidents, and now she has to deal with the affairs of Zhu Zimo in the name of the "young lady" of Zhu Mansion.

“…… I have calculated with Steward Liu the day of the funeral of the master, the eldest lady, and the eldest young master, and the funeral day of the eldest lady and the eldest young master is set on the seventh day of the first month, that is, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day of the lord's funeral is set on the tenth day of the first month. Just now, Steward Liu has calculated with me the day of the second aunt's funeral, and he and the old man will be at the funeral on the eleventh day of the first month. Because the eldest lady and the eldest young master went out of the funeral together, Steward Liu prepared to place the coffins of the eldest lady and the eldest young master in the right side hall of the front hall, and the coffins of the master and the second aunt were placed in the left side hall of the front hall. The funeral notice is being prepared, and there should be no difference between the guests who came to the funeral banquet and the guests who came to the wedding banquet yesterday. After reporting one by one, Lin Zhiwu stood up straight and lowered his eyes and waited for Leng Qing behind the bead curtain to speak.

After listening to Lin Zhiwu's report, Leng Qing had a feeling that Lin Zhiwu was talking nonsense.

The day of the funeral is calculated and cannot be changed, so there is no need to inform her. It wasn't important to see who was in whose coffin, and there was no need to inform her. Finally, there are the guests who are going to attend the funeral banquet, she doesn't know any of them anyway, and she has nothing to do with her.

Thinking so, Leng Qing said lightly: "Let's do it according to what you have discussed!" ”

After a pause, Leng Qing suddenly remembered something, so she asked, "Have you chosen the address for the burial?" ”

Lin Zhiwu was stunned for a moment, and then replied respectfully: "Young lady, the Zhu family has a special cemetery, and Steward Liu has asked the feng shui master to go to the cemetery to see the feng shui tomb, and the specific location of the tomb should be determined at the beginning of the unitary time at the latest." ”

Nodding, Leng Qing said again: "Sue Sù Steward Liu, let the feng shui master he invited choose two single tombs and one double tomb." The single tomb and the double tomb should not be too far apart, and they should be close as far as they can. ”

"Yes, young lady, I'll go and tell Steward Liu." Although he didn't understand why Leng Qing ordered this, Lin Zhiwu still respectfully accepted the order and retreated.

Watching Lin Zhiwu leave the bedroom, Leng Qing sighed slowly.

She almost forgot Liu Ruyun's last wish to her - to be buried in a tomb with Zhu Hui.

Thinking of Liu Ruyun's sad face last night, Leng Qing couldn't help but sigh in her heart: What an infatuated woman this is! Before dying, she looked forward to "not being able to sleep together in life, but in death, she could be in the same bed" with her loved ones......

It was still early, and after Lin Zhiwu left, Leng Qing was bored and picked a random book from the bookshelf in the room and returned to the bed to sit down and read it, so as to pass the time, but after reading a few pages, Leng Qing became more and more fascinated.

Not long after, on the dresser near the window and against the wall, the pair of dragon and phoenix candles that had been lit overnight finally gradually extinguished one after another, leaving a stall of red candle wax.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door, Leng Qing's eyes did not leave the book, and a maid in a light green shirt and a long skirt walked lightly into the new house with a copper basin filled with clear water.

In this early spring weather, the water in the basin is still steaming, and a neatly folded white cloth towel is placed on the edge of the basin.

Placing the copper basin on the half-human-high wooden basin shelf next to the door in the outer room, Lu Xueyue lowered her hands and clasped them in front of her, lowered her head, and walked lightly to the arch.

Quietly glancing at Leng Qing who was immersed in the book in the inner room, Lu Xueyue said respectfully: "Young lady, the washing water has been prepared, please wash your face." ”

Hearing the familiar but unfamiliar voice, Leng Qing's hand holding the book couldn't help but shake slightly.

Stunned, she looked up at the green figure standing outside the bead curtain with her hands and her head down, Leng Qing's heart was mixed, and her misty ......

Leng Qing didn't make a sound, and Lu Xueyue didn't dare to urge Leng Qing, so she had to stand outside the arch so respectfully but uneasily.

On the side of the bed in the inner room, Leng Qing was holding a scroll like that, looking at Lu Xueyue, who was standing with her eyes tied and looking very well-behaved, with thousands of thoughts in her mind.

For a long time, just when Lu Xueyue thought that Leng Qing would not make a sound, a few slight footsteps suddenly sounded in her ears, and then the crisp impact of the bead curtain in front of her being lifted.

Immediately afterwards, the hem of the brocade robe that Leng Qing was wearing appeared in Lu Xueyue's line of sight, and the shoes under the gorgeous hem were white and embroidered shoes.

Stopping in front of Lu Xueyue, Leng Qing lowered her head slightly and looked at Lu Xueyue, who was less than two steps away from her and had been standing respectfully with her hands tied and her head down.

Separated so closely, Leng Qing could clearly feel Lu Xueyue's uneasiness, and she couldn't help but think: Obviously two different time and space, they are so similar, from appearance to temperament......

After standing for about half a minute, Leng Qing finally stopped looking at Lu Xueyue, walked to the tea table in the outer room, put down the book in his hand, and walked straight to the wooden basin shelf.

Looking at the face quietly reflected on the water surface in the basin, Leng Qing thought: From today onwards, she will officially assume the title of "Young Lady" of Zhufu, and seek her own government in her position...... She will make up for the guilt of taking advantage of a loving mother with her due diligence!

At the moment when Leng Qing finally stepped away, Lu Xueyue felt that her heart, which was hanging in her throat, suddenly fell to the ground, and the whole person relaxed, and she almost exhaled with her heart.

After washing her face, Leng Qing returned to the inner room, walked to the round stool placed in front of the wooden dresser placed against the wall of the clinic and sat down, and Lu Xueyue followed her into the inner room.

Looking at the dresser in front of her, Leng Qing felt that it was actually not much different from a modern dresser.

Except for the glass mirror on the wooden board that was erected on the dresser, which was polished and smooth, and the shape of things was very large, the rest of the drawers and cabinets were similar.

Of course, the dresser in front of Leng Qing is made of mahogany, which is very expensive in modern times and ordinary people can't afford to use it......

There is a big red satin cloth on the dressing table, and a horn comb is neatly placed on the cloth (and a handful has been held by Lu Xueyue), four pairs of inlaid pearls and jade gold hairpins, six gold steps of different shapes and eight carved hostas, dozens of scattered beaded flowers of various colors, plus several boxes of rouge gouache.

Leng Qing knew that these items were only less than one percent of the dowry that Zhu Zimo arranged for her.

Looking at the small pile of red candle wax that had not been cleaned up after the burning out of the small pile of happy candles under the bronze mirror, Leng Qing couldn't cry or laugh.

I never thought that she had vowed to have a couple's wedding for the rest of her life so inexplicably unfolded and ended in this other world, it turned out that sometimes marriage can really be "just a joke".

Looking up, looking at the expressionless face in the bronze mirror, Leng Qing tried to pull the corners of her mouth to both sides, and the person in the mirror also pulled the corners of her mouth.

Leng Qing is indeed very good-looking, and can even be said to be stunning, otherwise how can a simple action of pulling the corners of her mouth give people the illusion of "laughing and falling in love with the city"?

This can be guessed from the stunning gaze of Lu Xueyue behind Leng Qing.

Originally, Lu Xueyue was concentrating on combing Leng Qing's jet black hair, and when she felt that Leng Qing's hair was really black and smooth, she suddenly remembered that she didn't know what kind of hairstyle Leng Qing liked and was about to ask Leng Qing, when she raised her eyes, she happened to see Leng Qing in the bronze mirror opposite, Leng Qing slightly pulled the corners of her mouth, and Lu Xueyue suddenly felt amazed.

Leng Qing grew up in the misty Jiangnan, the Jiangnan where the willows are still around, with the unique smoke and rain of Jiangnan women, graceful and soft, quiet and tranquil, and the shallow smile and low eyebrows also contain poignant melancholy, soft and lovely.

"The people on the border are like the moon, and the frost and snow on the wrists" This is a praise for Jiangnan women since ancient times.

Leng Qing in the bronze mirror also has the soft facial features of a Jiangnan woman: the slender eyebrows are not thick or light, a pair of just right double eyelids against the eyes as bright as the stars are very good-looking, the delicate nose, the small lips with appropriate thickness are faintly pink, very soft feeling, and the small dimples on both cheeks when the corners of the mouth are slightly pulled are cute, and the slightly thin chin......

From appearance to temperament, all the qiē made Lu Xueyue, who was standing behind Leng Qing, feel so perfect and so amazing, that even she couldn't help but want to indulge in it.

However, whether it is in modern times or here, Leng Qing doesn't like her face very much.

In modern times, her face has caused her a lot of trouble, and Leng Qing has a hunch that in this strange time and space, her face will cause her more and bigger troubles.

After being stunned for a long time, Lu Xueyue finally came back to her senses, and hurriedly asked Leng Qing: "I don't know what kind of hairstyle the young lady wants to comb?" ”

When she asked this, Lu Xueyue's eyes still glanced at the people in the bronze mirror from time to time, as if she couldn't see enough.

Lu Xueyue's small movements couldn't escape Leng Qing's eyes, but Leng Qing chose to ignore them all, and instead seriously thought about the question Lu Xueyue asked her.

After a long time, Leng Qing sighed slightly and said, "Whatever!" As long as it fits my identity. ”

"Yes, young lady." Lu Xueyue replied respectfully, and then lowered her eyes and hands deftly coiled for Leng Qing.

Looking at Lu Xueyue's skillful and dexterous technique in the bronze mirror, Leng Qing couldn't help but secretly sneer: What are you kidding! Ask her what kind of hairstyle she prefers? She will play modern French style, in addition to knowing that the ancient women's hairstyle is divided into girl's bun and women's bun, she doesn't know anything about this aspect at all!