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Ji Nianjin stood under the eaves in front of the door of the Zongyao Hall in the main courtyard of the Fu'an Hou Mansion, staring blankly at the newly placed black coffin inside the door.

Lying in there was her father, Ji Yunlian, the son of Fu'an Houfu.

The big word "lay" and the snow-white mourning hall made Ji Nianjin involuntarily take a step back, she looked around, but there was no one.

She didn't remember how she came here, the big girl Bai Zhi always followed her side, but this time, she didn't even see Bai Zhi.

Where have all the people gone?

Ji Nianjin lowered her head, she was wearing a plain filial piety clothes.

Yes, she's keeping a wake for her father.

Her father was newly mourned, and she, as the only daughter of the prince of Fu'an Houfu, had been guarding in front of her father's mourning hall for three consecutive days.

Just now, she went out to send Bai Zhi to see her mother.

My mother was pregnant for five months and had been in a coma for three days because she couldn't withstand the sudden death of her father.

Ji Nianjin knelt down in front of the spirit again, picked up a stack of paper money, and slowly put it into the brazier one by one.

When the paper money was burned, the flames rose and weakened, and soon, only a pot of silver ash was left.

She didn't cry, maybe it was this flame that took away the tears from her face, and didn't even leave a trace.

Watching a piece of paper money burn and then extinguish, and then putting another one into the basin, Ji Nianjin's face no longer had any emotion.

After a long time, there was a light footstep outside the door.

Ji Nianjin looked up and saw her mother Mei.

The mother was dressed in a water-red cardigan with a hundred butterflies, a horse-faced skirt of the same style, a bun on her head, and only a red gold peony flower-shaped hairpin was inserted on the left and right. This dress is my mother's favorite in ordinary life.

She slowly came in through the door, one hand on her stomach.

Ji Nianjin was pleasantly surprised, her mother woke up!

got up, and was busy reaching out to support her mother, but she gently pushed her away, her belly was already pregnant, round, Ji Nianjin remembered that her mother said that this would be a younger brother.

"Jin'er, my mother has thought about it, your father is gone, he is alone, I will go to accompany him, take your brother with you, you will stay in the Hou Mansion, there is the old Hou Ye to take care of, and my mother can rest assured, my mother and your father will watch you in the sky and watch you grow up."

After Mei finished smiling, he reached out and gently touched Ji Nianjin's cheek, which had lost a lot of weight, and then rushed to the brand-new coffin and hit it head-on.

Blood splashed, Mei fell softly, she closed her eyes slightly, wanting to take another look at Ji Nianjin, but her pale face as snow, a fist-sized hole between her forehead, and the blood flowing down her eyebrows and eyes were the last impression she left on Ji Nianjin.

"Nope! No.. No! ”

Ji Nianjin exclaimed, she sat up suddenly, opened her eyes hard, beads of sweat the size of beans slipped from her forehead, but found that this was a dream of her own!

She was now sitting on her delicate lacquered bed, with a grass-blue flowered silk curtain hanging above her head, and outside the tent, a faint candle flame was resting on the dresser not far from the bed.

This is before going to bed, she specially asked Bai Zhi to order.

The movement woke up the maid who was on night duty outside, and a candle flame brighter than that one was brought in from outside.

"Girl, are you having another nightmare? But what's the nightmare? ”

Speaking softly, one hand lifted the curtain from the outside, and by the bright light, a beautiful face was revealed, which was Bai Zhi.

"Well, it's a dream."

Ji Nianjin didn't say too much about what she dreamed, Bai Zhi seemed to be used to it, poured a glass of warm water from the table, and carefully handed it to Ji Nianjin. This is also what Ji Nianjin has asked people to prepare for in the past few days, that is, to drink some after waking up at night to calm the nerves.

"Girl, Ming'er, let's tell Mrs., since five days ago I caught a cold, burned once, you began to have nightmares, this is the first time, or, beg Mrs., go to the Jing'an Temple outside the city to incense, so as to leave a relief in your heart."

Bai Zhi tucked the quilt for Ji Nianjin, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the beads of sweat on Ji Nianjin's forehead, and draped a Ling white intertwined auspicious pattern jacket behind her.

"Girl, it's November, and the temperature at night is already very low, be careful of catching a cold, do you want the slave to light a soothing incense?"

Bai Zhi stretched out her hand to take the cup that Ji Nianjin had drunk, and served Ji Nianjin to lie down again, and then asked.

"No need, you can go to sleep too, I'll lie down a little and fall asleep."

Ji Nianjin sent Bai Zhi to rest, and when the curtain was lowered again, Ji Nianjin sighed softly.

It was the fifth day since she had been born again.

Five days ago, when she opened her eyes, she found that she was lying on this bed, not the remote nunnery in the Hou Mansion of Qingbei.

At that time, she was surprised, scared, doubtful, surprised, and nostalgic, and all kinds of feelings and emotions filled her heart for a while, and she didn't even have the courage to reach out and lift the curtain to look out.

She remembered that she had died, hanged herself, and lived only eighteen years.

Before she died, she was the wife of the prince of the Hou Mansion in Qingbei, and she seemed to be noble, but she was a joke in everyone's mouth.

Because, the son of the Marquis of Qingbei, her husband, is a fool.

And she is a transparent person in the long house of Fu'an Hou Mansion whose parents died early, her stepgrandmother didn't like it, and she lived timidly.

In her previous life, at the beginning of November of the 49th year of Hongtai, her father encountered a catastrophe on the way back to Beijing on official business and died in another country.

When the bad news came back to Fu'anhou's Mansion, she was accompanying her mother Mei Shi to cut the plum blossoms that had just been folded back from the plum garden in Qingxin Garden, preparing to make a few bottles.

My mother passed out and her fingers were scratched by a bluffed scissors.

Then, it was my father's body that was collected and packed in a brand-new black coffin, and carried into the Zongyao Hall in the main courtyard of the Hou Mansion.

She only remembered that she knelt before her father's spirit every day, thinking about her father's goodness and his voice, but she could never see her father again.

Her mother was in a coma for three days, and when she woke up, she was dressed in her favorite dress, and she was pregnant in May, without telling anyone, and entered Zong Yaotang, but she crashed into her father's spirit.

She witnessed her mother's martyrdom with her younger brother, who was only nine years old at the time.

Mother's blood was bright red and dazzling, she wanted to shout something, but her mouth was like someone was sealed, only tears, desperately falling, she understood that she was going to lose even her mother.

Later, Bai Zhi came back to recover and found all this in the mourning hall, so frightened that she hurriedly called someone, but she didn't move or speak, just looked at her mother and closed her eyes, never opened them again.

Recalling this, Ji Nianjin curled up in the quilt, she was reborn and came back for five days, and even had a nightmare for five days, the dream was the death of her father and the death of her mother, she knew that all this had not happened in this life, and her mother was still alive, but she hated God, since she wanted her to be reborn, why not let her go back to before her father left home!

Now, it is the forty-ninth year of Hongtai, and she has just entered November, and her father has been away from home for more than a month.