Two white lanterns hung in the courtyard of the Su mansion. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The team of Fuling was accompanied by white paper and copper coins in the sky, and the crying was so suppressed that people will never forget.

The jet-black coffin was like a rock, so oppressive that people couldn't breathe.

For several days after the funeral, Su Sanyuan's mind was blank.

Fuhe Courtyard was cleaned up, and then the main house was locked. Very few people in Su Mansion go to see that sad place again.

Su Zhi, who was supposed to be at home for three years, was reactivated by a holy decree on the tenth day.

Now the imperial court is competing with the snobbery of the emperor with the empress dowager Sun. The official department is the head of the six, and in the past, it relied on the neutral role of the official department and the secretary Su Zhi, but there was no mistake, and the snobbery of all parties is that it is necessary to have a neutral role to do practical things, otherwise the balance of power is too serious, and the consequences can be imagined.

When this decree was issued, many bureaucrats discussed it in private. It seems that this is the only way to relieve the boredom in their hearts.

Su Mansion was shrouded in dark clouds, and the heavy rain for several days could not wash away the depressing gray atmosphere. In every corner, it seems that tears are silently shedding.

Tick.

Tick.

A little bit of transparent water droplets fell from the corner into the stagnant water, rippling in circles.

"Miss, go back to the yard and rest for a while, okay?" Cui Xiang frowned, holding up an oil-paper umbrella in her hand to shield Miss from the rain, but the rain was too heavy, and there would always be splashes on Miss and her clothes wet.

Seeing Jinghua coming, Cuixiang secretly glanced at her, Jinghua nodded lightly, and walked to the lonely figure, "Miss, if the old lady sees you drenched in rain like this, she will definitely scold you a few words." Miss, if you feel uncomfortable, it's better to cry, don't always hold it in your heart, if you don't say a word, you will get sick. ”

"Yes."

Su Sanyuan raised her head and looked at the closed door of Fuhe Courtyard quietly, and she could no longer see a slightly slender old man walking out from inside, nor could she feel the warmth of the palm touching her forehead, and she could no longer have a moment that evoked the feeling of the previous family......

The lotus pavilion, the cloister, and the corridor can still feel the familiar taste.

However, my grandmother was really gone. It's gone.

Su Sanyuan walked over from the Grand View Garden, wanting to see Yang's haggard appearance these days. I heard that the Yang family hadn't been out for several days, and they hid in the house all day, not thinking about tea and dinner.

I heard that in the past few days, my father also forgave Yang and spent the night in her room.

I heard that the belly of the painting is getting bigger and bigger, and a mother-in-law who knows how to read said that it should be a son-in-law.

Su Sanyuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, the sound of the rain was extremely clear in her ears, it seemed that in addition to the sound of the rain, there was something extraordinarily harsh laughter, so abruptly it sounded, and her heart ached.

"Miss, why are you so pale?"

Su Sanyuan shook her head, and wanted to say something, but the sound of conversation inside stopped abruptly. There was a sound of footsteps coming out of the courtyard. Is it Yang and Su Changyue...... Su Yun.

"Why are you here?" Yang frowned and asked angrily.

Su Sanyuan looked at the Yang family carefully, and for some reason, she always felt that the Yang family was radiant, and she seemed to be more ruddy than ever before. Noticing the smile on Su Yun's cheeks, Su Sanyuan glanced at it, then withdrew her gaze and asked softly, "Mother, do you know how grandmother fell?"

Several people were stunned.

Su Changyue's face was gloomy, and she glared at Su Sanyuan fiercely.

"Sister Yuan, the matter has passed, what do you mean by asking about this?" Yang took a deep breath and said in an impatient tone.

"Yuna, do you know how grandmother fell?" Su Sanyuan stared at Su Yun coldly and asked word by word.

Su Yun was stunned. It's impossible, just now a few of them spoke very quietly, and it was impossible for my sister to hear it. Su Yun felt up and down, and felt uncomfortable. He shook his head blankly, "Sister, what do you mean by that?" Didn't Mama Yu already talk about it at that time? It was the grandmother herself who fell. ”

Su Sanyuan didn't speak again, turned around and left first.

Cuixiang didn't react that the young lady would leave without saying a word, and she didn't follow a step, only to see that the young lady was drenched in the rain and didn't know it, and Cuixiang hurriedly stretched out an umbrella to protect the young lady from the rain. Jinghua on the side took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped off the rain for the young lady.

"Mother, she...... You can't be hearing what we're saying, are you?" Su Changyue frowned, her eyes staring closely at the backs of the three masters and servants.

Yang gritted his teeth and said disdainfully: "How is it possible? Unless that dead girl has a good ear, how can she hear us?"

"Mother, why did she ask us like that, sister?" Su Yun muttered.

Yang snorted coldly: "Maybe that dead girl is in a bad mood and wants to cause trouble with us." In the future, without your grandmother's protection, see where that dead girl can be arrogant!"

Su Yun listened, and subconsciously looked in the direction where her sister disappeared, without showing joy or anger on her face.

Back at Hua'an Hospital, Su Sanyuan threw herself into the bed, covered her body with a thin quilt, and cried silently while holding the pillow.

Cuixiang stroked Miss's back with her hand and said anxiously, "Miss, what's wrong with you?" Is there something wrong with you?"

Su Sanyuan shook her head and didn't say anything.

I recall in my mind the voice I just heard:

"Cuixiang, probably Miss misses the old lady, don't ask." Jinghua reminded on the side.

Su Sanyuan's eyes were open, and tears flowed down her cheeks and wet the mattress.

"Mother, this matter is finally over." Su Changyue muttered.

"With your frizzy temperament, it's not a big deal to be scared like this." Yang's voice paused, "You have to learn from Sister Yun." ”

"Mother, this kind of thing just happened, so don't mention it again. It's weird to say. Su Yun's voice trembled.

"Yes, Grandmother is gone, and those things will never be known again." Su Changyue's voice was full of sadness, "In the future, don't mention grandmother again." ”

These voices of memory are mixed with the sound of rain, like someone crying silently, so sad.

Su Sanyuan bit her lower lip, grabbed the pillow heavily in her hand, and felt a sharp tingling in her heart, the more she recalled the good of her grandmother before her death, the more she hated the indifferent tone of these speakers she heard. Tears rolled down the pillow one by one, and in a trance, a faint voice that I heard when I was unconscious flashed in my head.

I don't know if it's a dream or if it happened, a voice said: "I can't imagine that I have saved countless people in my life, but the people I owe are actually poisoned to death." It's ridiculous, sad, lamentable!"

Su Sanyuan wiped the tears on her cheeks with her sleeve, walked over and opened the door, called Jinghua to her side and asked, "On the day my grandmother left, did a strange old man appear in Su Mansion?" And he's the kind who knows how to heal, but he doesn't seem to prescribe medicine for his grandmother?"