After that day, Mrs. Murong's illness took a turn for the worse, and in August, she finally fell ill and was reckless. The four ministers knew that most of the housewives would not survive this autumn, so they all temporarily moved to Yanziwu to take care of them.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mrs. Murong, who had been sleeping for two days, suddenly woke up. Seeing Murong Fu staying at the head of her bed, her eyes were red, she suddenly smiled slightly, held his hand and rubbed it slowly, and murmured: "When you were a child, I felt that you and I were not close, and sometimes I felt cold and stinging in my heart when I held you......

Murong Fu didn't speak, he had been by Mrs. Murong's side for two days and two nights without closing his eyes. Now that he saw that Mrs. Murong's cheeks were flushed and radiant, he knew in his heart that it was a return to the light.

"I thought you were young and old, and you would never be coquettish. No matter how much homework you have, you don't need my heart to do it, and you can arrange it yourself in an orderly manner. Until that day, I heard you talk to Yu Yan, it turned out that I had missed so many ...... Reinstated, Wei Niang remembers that a few years ago on my birthday, you wrote a picture of Baishou, the words are very good, really good...... Do you remember where I took it? ”

Teared up by your own hands, you blame me for wasting time on things that have nothing to do with the restoration of the country. Murong Fu turned his face and reached out to press his eyes, choked for a moment, and then turned back and said gently: "If my mother likes it, when my mother is born this year, I will reinstate and write another one." ”

Mrs. Murong didn't respond, she finally understood that everything was different, and everything was over, when she didn't know anything. Since ancient times, there must be something extraordinary about those who have achieved great things, she once thought that her husband would be the one who achieved great things, but he worked hard all his life and ended up depressed with nothing. But it turns out that it is her son who can really achieve great things, and he can bear it with determination, how good Gongye Qian said! He is so categorical that he can give up all the people and feelings that stand in his way without hesitation. He can also judge the situation and endure it into gold, in order to maintain the apparent calm, he has endured for so many years without moving, watching his mother exhaust the mother-son relationship between them bit by bit. Mrs. Murong felt a chill in her body again, and this coldness had been haunting her since she saw the lights in Murong Fu's study that night, making her wake up in the middle of the night and unable to sleep all night. Fortunately, this is almost over. Mrs. Murong sighed peacefully and said, "Deng Baichuan, are they outside?" Let them in. ”

Mother Gui, who was also with Mrs. Murong's bedside, hurriedly tiptoed out and beckoned Deng Baichuan and the others to enter. The four ministers and sister-in-law Deng were already guarding the door, and when they heard Mrs. Murong's summons, they couldn't wait to break in, and said in unison: "I've seen the main mother, take care of the main mother!" ”

Mrs. Murong shook her head helplessly, her eyes swept over the five people one by one, and she said for a long time: "Sister-in-law Deng, I handed over my son to you." Fuguan was born lonely, and in the future, you will take good care of him on my behalf. ”

Sister-in-law Deng hurriedly lowered her head, let the tears fall directly to the ground, and choked up: "Don't worry, master, I will definitely take care of my son-in-law." ”

Mrs. Murong nodded, and said to Deng Baichuan: "Brother Deng, in the future, the burden of the Murong clan's revival of Dayan will be on the shoulders of you and the reinstated officials, and I hope that you will be good enough to assist the reinstatement and not live up to the expectations of the ancestors and ancestors of the Murong family......

Deng Baichuan is an honest man with a sincere heart, he is clumsy in words, although he has a thousand words in his heart, at this moment, he can only squeeze out a sentence angrily: "Don't worry, the master mother, Deng Baichuan is willing to give up his life to help the prince achieve great things!" ”

"Reinstatement...... Mrs. Murong stretched out her hand to her son with difficulty.

Murong Fu hurriedly caught her cold palm and pressed it on his cheek, and said in a loud voice: "Mother, my son is here, and the reinstatement is here!" ”

Mrs. Murong caressed his cheek affectionately and said softly: "What a hero you are Murong Hao, Murong Ke, Murong Chui, and Murong De, as a descendant of the Murong Clan, the glory of your ancestors must not be forgotten, and the great cause of the Murong Clan can only depend on you......"

Murong Fu finally couldn't bear it anymore and sobbed: "Mother, besides these, don't you have anything else to say to the reinstatement?" ”

Mrs. Murong was stunned, and after a while, she actually showed a difficult smile. The glory of the Murong clan's ancestor made her take her last breath, and she said with great difficulty: "Reinstate, you can blame me, but you can't...... I'm sorry, your father! With that, she closed her eyes and passed away.

"Mother? Mother! Murong Fu held Mrs. Murong's arm and shook it twice, but Mrs. Murong never responded. Mother, you answer me! Why...... Why? ”

Seeing that Murong Fu was almost frantic with sadness, Sister-in-law Deng hurriedly stepped forward to hug him and said loudly: "Son, the master mother has gone!" The deceased is gone, and the son is precious! ”

These two sentences were like a basin of cold water, Murong Fu finally quieted down, and he only felt a dull pain surging in his heart again, this pain was so familiar, from the previous life to this life, it was like a shadow of an appendage

"Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng......" In a trance, Murong Fu seemed to hear someone calling him. It was a very familiar voice, the person closest to him. His mother, the mother of the previous life.

She sat at the head of his bed with a sad face, dignified, beautiful, and beautiful like a painting. But the words that came out of her mouth were so chilling, she said, "Your father...... To change the liver, only you ...... Your illness can't be cured anyway, and mom can't live without dad. Ah Zheng, don't blame me......"

The last color I saw in my previous life was a pure white that made people's hearts empty. He just didn't understand, why was she still so gentle at this moment?

Murong Fu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed all of a sudden.

"Childe!" Azhu Abi, who was guarding beside his bed, immediately cried and shouted when he saw Murong Fu awake, "Childe is awake!" Childe is awake! ”

After a while, the four ministers and Sister-in-law Deng broke in at the same time, crowded at his bedside and looked at him anxiously, and asked in a loud voice: "Is the son okay?" ”

Murong Fu shook his groggy head vigorously with the corner of his forehead, and asked in a low voice, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

Ah Zhu looked back at the leak in the room and replied, "It's only been an hour." Childe, you haven't rested for a few days, so let's get some sleep first. ”

Murong Fu had already pushed away the thin quilt covering his body and stood up. "Abi, go get my mourning clothes."

Seeing Murong Fu staggering and unsteadily, this time even Deng Baichuan couldn't help but stop him. "Son, let's take a break first, the master mother still has us."

Murong Fu still shook his head, took the sackcloth handed by Abi and dressed neatly. "I am my mother's only son, and my mother's life is hard, and I always have to accompany her on this last journey." With that, he pushed open the door and walked out.

The death of the hostess of the Gusu Murong clan is not a big news in the rivers and lakes. Murong Fu stopped at Swallow Dock for seven days to accept the worship of people from all walks of life. It's just that the Murong family has a big business in Suzhou, and even a lot of local officials have come. However, the person Murong Fu had been waiting for never appeared.

In the blink of an eye, it was the night of the sixth day, and the bleak autumn wind passed through the empty and deserted mourning hall, gently rolling up a few pieces of dark paper scattered on the mourning hall, and swirling slightly in mid-air. The little guy guarding the door of the mourning hall had already fallen asleep tiredly, and Murong Fu was the only one in the mourning hall who was still kneeling upright, sending the copper coin ingots made of dark paper into the brazier. The continuous days of vigil made Murong Fu even more prominent, and the rough linen clothes covered his body as if they were covered by an empty skeleton, but his eyes became more and more cold and stunning.

After a while, Gong Yeqian, who was cold, strode in. He knelt down beside Murong Fu, picked up a piece of paper and put it into the brazier, and said in a low voice: "Sure enough, as expected by the prince, Brother Deng and I caught several thieves, all of whom came to fight us and Shi Shui Pavilion's idea!" ”

Murong Fu frowned, and only commanded softly: "Abolish their martial arts and drive them out of Swallow Dock." ”

Gong Yeqian was obviously dissatisfied with Murong Fu's slightly benevolent decision, and immediately suggested: "Son, if they spread the news, it is better to ......" He flipped his wrist and made a move to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

"Not necessarily." Murong Fu said indifferently, "The treasure left by the ancestors, if the children and grandchildren have the ability, they can carry it forward; If it is incompetent, no matter how secret it is, it will eventually be taken away by someone who is clever and arrogant. Let them go, it should be regarded as accumulating virtue for their mother. ”

Seeing Murong Fu take out Mrs. Murong, Gong Yeqian had to bow his head and say yes. After a pause, he said again: "The master mother has passed away, and Gui's mother asked her sister-in-law to resign, and I don't know ...... son-in-law."

"Give her two taels of silver and let her go back to her hometown." Murong Fu said casually, obviously he had never taken this Mother Gui who had slandered in front of Mrs. Murong to heart.

Gongye Qian was in a hurry, and hurriedly persuaded him: "Master Gongzi, this Gui mother knows a lot about the Murong family. In case of gibberish outside......"

Since he knew that the country could not be spread outside the six ears, why did he speak so vigorously in the first place, so that even an irrelevant old mother knew about it? Murong Fu sighed helplessly, and said coldly: "Mother Gui has been serving in my Murong family for several years, and if she says it, she won't be able to please herself." Let Sister-in-law Deng give more silver taels, point out the words, and seal her mouth. ”

Gongye Qian still didn't agree with Murong Fu's approach, but he saw that Murong Fu's face had shown impatience, and he knew that this topic could not be mentioned again, so he vaguely answered "yes" and hurriedly walked out.

On the second day, the funeral was held.

Early in the morning, Murong Fu was offering incense to his mother in the mourning hall, when Bao Wei hurriedly walked in and whispered in his ear: "Son-in-law, Mrs. Uncle and Miss Cousin have arrived, but their clothes are ......."

Murong Fu nodded knowingly, walked out quickly, and blocked Li Qingluo and Wang Yuyan outside the mourning hall. Li Qingluo is the younger sister-in-law of Mrs. Murong, and Murong Fu is a relative who has not been out of five suits. Mrs. Murong passed away, and Li Qingluo should come to Yanziwu on the first day to wake with Murong Fu. However, not only did she not arrive, but she did not even change into her mourning clothes when she came today. Li Qingluo was born beautiful, and at this time, she and her daughter each wore a pink skirt, like a pair of sisters, which became more and more bright and moving, which directly attracted many people in the mourning hall to probe their brains.

Murong Fu saw this aunt's outfit and was angry, but there was a difference between the elder and the young, he still had to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Aunt, Yu Yan is still young, and there will inevitably be some collisions in the mourning hall, so it is better to drink a bowl of tranquilizer medicine first and then come to incense Xianci." ”

Li Qingluo naturally understood the meaning of Murong Fu's words, drinking tranquilizers was fake, and it was true that their mother and daughter changed their mourning clothes. It's just that she was forced to marry Mrs. Murong's younger brother back then, and her husband passed away shortly after getting married, Mrs. Murong often accused Sang and scolded Huai that she did not abide by women's morals and said that Wang Yuyan was a wild seed, and Li Qingluo had already made enemies with her, so where was she willing to mourn for her? Hearing what Murong Fu said, she immediately replied: "The young and the old are orderly, wait for me to take Yuyan to kowtow to my sister." ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as she took a step forward, Murong Fu suddenly flashed in front of her and stopped her.

Li Qingluo has lived for more than 20 years and has never been wanton, except for Duan Zhengchun, no man has ever dared to make her unhappy. Now seeing Murong Fu, a young man who is not even a man, looking at her coldly, there is clearly no expression on his face as if he is carved in ice and snow, but for some reason, it faintly makes her taste a little ridiculed and sarcastic. Li Qingluo couldn't help but be annoyed, and immediately said sharply: "You dare to stop me? ”

"I don't dare to reinstate." Murong Fu still had a calm face, his indifferent expression was like an old monk who had been in the mood for seventy or eighty years, and his face was just a skeleton and white bones to him. "Since my aunt knows that the elders and young are orderly, she should understand that Xianci and my aunt are the elders of Xianci, and my aunt is young. Since my aunt brought Yu Yan to kowtow, why didn't she make enough rules? This is the meaning of respecting the ancestors, and it is also the aunt's respect for herself. The eyebrows in the mourning hall are high and the eyes are low, and the eyes are short, is my aunt really useful? ”

Li Qingluo naturally saw the squinting eyes of those indiscriminate people in the mourning hall, but she never expected that Murong Fu would say it unscrupulously. She should have been angry and cut off Murong Fu's hands and feet to use as flower fertilizer, but for some reason, she lost her confidence when she touched Murong Fu's ruthless eyes. Just as she didn't know how to deal with herself, Sister-in-law Deng had stepped forward and said, "Uncle, the tranquilizer is warm, please come here." ”

Li Qingluo glared at Murong Fu angrily, hugged Wang Yuyan and turned her head towards the wing room next door.

Then, it is the holding of the spirit, the funeral, and the burial. The blessed land of mountains and rivers has already been selected, and the wooden coffin has also landed, but without Murong Fu's order, no one dares to break the ground. Murong Fu stood silently in front of the tomb for a long time, until Sister-in-law Deng stepped forward and reminded him in a low voice, he woke up, picked up a handful of loess with his own hands and slowly sprinkled it on his mother's wooden coffin, tried his best to restrain the trembling of his body, and said calmly: "Let's bury it!" ”

At the end of the funeral, the crowd of funerals slowly dispersed, but Murong Fu still had to stay here to keep his filial piety. Wang Yuyan hadn't seen Murong Fu for a long time, and was clamoring to stay with her cousin. Li Qingluo couldn't screw her, so she had to follow the persuasion of Sister-in-law Deng and go back to Yanziwu to drink tea and rest.

Wang Yuyan jumped up and down to look inside and out of the thatched hut where Murong Fu was going to live for three years, ran to Murong Fu and patted his knee, pouting, "It's really simple here!" How long is my cousin going to stay here? ”

Murong Fu hugged Wang Yuyan on his knees and said softly: "My father and mother are mourned, and Qi has been declining for three years. After saying that, he suddenly sneered in his heart, and said in his heart: The father is in the mother's funeral, and the staff is declining. Mother, he didn't come after all, is it worth it?

"Three years, so long!" Wang Yuyan lowered her head and sighed, and reached out to touch the sackcloth on Murong Fu's body. "This cloth is so thin, cousin, are you cold?"

"My cousin is not cold, my cousin is used to it." Murong Fu's heart softened, and he slowly hugged Wang Yuyan tightly, and rubbed his chin against the top of her head twice. "Three years is very fast, and my cousin still has a lot to do. When Yu Yan grows up, my cousin will prepare ten miles of red makeup for you, choose a prince and grandson, don't want Duan Yu's kid, he can't be trusted! We have to choose someone who is the only one in your life, so that he will not dare to go east and west, and he will be by your side every day to make you happy. Good no good? ”

Wang Yuyan was still young, so she naturally couldn't understand, so she only nodded ignorantly.

"That's good!" Murong Fu lowered his head and touched her pink cheeks lightly, and whispered. "Yu Yan, it's not easy for a woman to be born, don't you want to, don't be like my mother......"

Wang Yuyan didn't understand Murong Fu's mood, but she clearly felt that a hot tear fell on her cheek. She turned her head, reached out to wipe the tears from Murong Fu's face, and whispered, "Cousin, don't be sad. ”

Murong Fu shook his head and said firmly: "Cousin will not be sad in the future." Yu Yan, my cousin taught you to read a poem. The young woman in the boudoir didn't know how to worry, and she made up on the green building in spring. Suddenly, I saw a strange willow color, and the penitent husband was looking for the marquis......"