Luo Rao has been staying in Shen Yunque for more than a day, and Feng Xiaowei in the dormitory sent everyone away, leaving only a servant girl who always bows her head to serve, neither laughing nor talking, and suddenly misses the good scenery at home, and thinks that her father is sick, maybe she wants to see her, and I don't know if Feng Xiaowei sent the message.

"What are you thinking?"

The man's deep voice suddenly came from behind her ears, Luo Rao turned her head violently, and almost bumped into the red lips that were close at hand, startling her to move back in a hurry, but she was trapped on the soft couch and had nowhere to hide, "You stay away from me." ”

Seeing that she was so frightened that she even forgot her honorific title, Feng Xiaowei laughed as if she was pleased, and deliberately sat in front of her, "What is Xiao Rao'er thinking?" ”

Luo Rao also knew that he would not do what people wanted, so she had to shrink her feet and stay away as far away as possible, "Have you sent the message, I have stayed for a long time, if the emperor summons ......"

"He won't summon you."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Oh yes, the Wu family in Luoyang City is doing a funeral. Feng Xiaowei seemed to think of it unintentionally, and said casually, but Feng Yan stared at her facial expression.

Luo Rao's body trembled, she didn't dare to ask who he was, she took a few deep breaths, it's okay, what are you nervous about, the Wu family is so big, it is possible for anyone, how can it be so coincidental, "Wu family, who?" ”

"You know, the eldest young master of the Wu family, Wu Yi."

"What nonsense are you talking about?! How could he be dead! Wen Yu prescribed him medicine for recuperation, and clearly said that he could live at least forty! ”

The peony flower meeting did not see a disease, and later she went to Wen Yu to ask for a prescription for health, saying that she could get better by taking it every day, how could she die suddenly! "Are you mistaken? The Wu family also has a second young master named Wu Meng. ”

"Don't question me." Feng Xiaowei narrowed her eyes and said unhappily, but she saw the girl with tears in her eyes, and the golden mandala on her forehead was dazzling, and she seemed to be bewitched, so she suddenly softened her tone, "Xiao Rao'er, I allow you to go to Wu's house." ”

Put on shoes, put on a hat, and go out of the clouds, until Feng Xiaowei picked her up and put her in the carriage, Luo Rao woke up like a dream and wanted to push him away, the man didn't move, wrapped her hair and leaned over in his ear and said: "I will send a letter today, the palace is only half a day away from here, Xiao Rao'er don't let him return empty-handed." ”

How can you not hear that it is a threat for her to return that day, Luo Rao nodded, and pushed his hand a little anxiously. It's just past noon at the moment, and it's time to hurry.

Feng Xiaowei loosened the hair in her hand, the smile on the corner of her lips was unknown, and she got out of the carriage elegantly, "How you go, how you come." ”

"Yes, Your Highness." The groom was already sweating on his forehead, and he understood what he meant, and if the woman in the car was injured, he didn't have to live.

"Let's go."

The horseman got the order, flicked the horsewhip, and drove smoothly and quickly towards Luoyang City.

About an hour and a half later, the carriage stopped steadily outside the gate of Wufu, and as soon as Luo Rao came out, she was overwhelmed by the solemn atmosphere around her. There are not many people who come to mourn, but it can be seen that they are all characters with heads and faces.

The head of the Wu family, that is, Wu Mianxu, the second uncle of Wu Yi, was sending a middle-aged man out, and when he saw Luo Rao standing motionless in front of the mansion, he assessed the luxurious carriage and the delicate fabric behind her, and immediately greeted him with a smile, "Is this young lady here to mourn?" ”

Although Wu Mianxu was dressed in white, there was no sadness in her eyes about the death of her relatives, Luo Rao frowned and nodded, she went out in a daze, and she didn't have time to prepare for anything.

Maybe she still didn't want to believe it was true, even though the paleness in front of her eyes made it difficult for her to breathe.

"I wonder what is the relationship between the young lady and the nephew?"

"Friends."

Wu Mianxu has been crawling for many years, even if she can't see Luo Rao's expression, she can feel her dissatisfaction, immediately restrain her smile, and stretch out her hand to lead her into the house, "It's the old man who is talkative, Miss please come in." ”

When she was standing in the mourning hall, Luo Rao really realized that Wu Ye had died. I thought that after so many life and death partings in modern times, I had already seen it, but the everlasting lamp in front of her by the flickering candlelight still pierced her to tears.

The wheelchair that Wu Yi used before his death was placed next to the coffin, and a gust of wind blew the white curtain next to it, and his tearful eyes seemed to see the jade-like man sitting there, looking at her with the corners of his lips raised. The lotus step moved slightly, and when the curtain fell, he realized that it was just a mirror.

The people in the mourning hall all looked at this woman with a hat and standing silently in front of the hall, secretly guessing her identity, her bearing was noble and elegant, but she didn't look like a daughter. When did there be such a character in Luoyang City?

Hearing the discussions of the people around him, he knew that in ancient times, young women mourning young men was an 'act of love', and it was inevitable that people would ridicule them. Luo Rao wiped her tears and left the lobby, and before she knew it, she walked to Fangdian Courtyard, and suddenly something was stuffed in her hand, which felt cold and hard to the touch, and it was the silver mask that Wu Yi wore in the past.

"Childe asked for the small one to be given to you before leaving."

Luo Rao recognized him, he was a little guy who had been with Wu Yi all the year round, his eyes were red at this time, and he thought he had been crying for a long time, "How do you know who I am?" ”

"Childe said that there was only one young woman who would come to mourn." The little guy choked up and didn't dare to stay for a long time after speaking.

The hand holding the mask trembled slightly, and slowly raised it to his eyes, but he saw a few rows of small characters engraved inside, "Wine is drunk by confidants, and poems are chanted to people." Acquaintances are all over the world, and there are a few people who know each other. ”

"That's fine. If the girl has anything to do in the future, she can go to the Thousand Flavors Pavilion to find me. ”

"It's better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish, but the girl is very smart."

"I know that you want to drink, fifty years of bamboo leaves."

"Drink and be happy."

"Hehe, Rao'er just say it, just don't be compared to Miss Lian."

The voices and smiles of the people of the past are still as clear as yesterday, and in the blink of an eye, they are separated forever. Luo Rao stroked the mask, "I've come to see you, Wu Xi." But I can't find you. Looking at the empty courtyard covered with white cloth, I couldn't help but squat down and cry, clenching the mask in my hand tightly, and carving blood marks without knowing it.

Acquaintances are all over the world, and there are a few people who know each other.