Chapter 1 Funeral
Yang Yu opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath, adjusting his disordered breathing, and what caught his eye was Yang Xiu's immature and elegant little face, full of unconcealable worry.
The sound of rain outside the window is mellow, and the branches and leaves of the sycamore in the courtyard blown by the autumn wind are withering.
"Sister, are you having a nightmare again?" Yang Xiu knelt in front of Yang Yu's couch, and a pair of immature little hands held Yang Yu's hand tightly.
A smile pulled up on Yang Yu's pale face, touched Yang Xiu's cheek lovingly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's old, it's okay." β
The gilded incense burner carved by the thunder-patterned unicorn on the couch table, the incense lingers around the tip of the nose, which makes people's hearts warm.
"The girl has been having nightmares every day these days, so it's better to call Wu He Doctor to diagnose and treat her." Qi Yan, the servant girl serving on the side, said worriedly.
Yang Yu raised her eyes and looked at the withered sycamore outside the window, she didn't know if it was the sky that made her live again, or if the previous life she knew was just Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, the thing that could be determined, only this life must not follow the trajectory of the previous life, she raised her eyebrows slightly with a bright little face in her youth.
"Ah Xiu went to the front hall to wait for Sister A, Sister Ah is about to get up." Yang Yu looked at Yang Xiu with a smile, revealing a gentle smile.
Yang Xiu nodded obediently and exited the door.
Then while propping himself up, he said to Qi Yan: "Don't worry about such trivial matters, how is the progress of the things prepared by Jingmo?" β
Qi Yan smiled and said: "The girl doesn't have to worry, Jingmo came with news earlier, as soon as the arrangements are made, you will be able to return to the house in the next morning." β
"Yes. Yang Yu nodded thoughtfully, pondered for a moment and said with his usual expression: "Let's get up, today is Ah Weng's funeral, and the number of rituals must be more thorough." With that, Yang Yu got up and knelt on the edge of the couch, waiting to wash.
The furnace fire made a crackling and burning sound, Qi Yan carefully combed Yang Yu's dark cloud temples, and said thoughtfully: "If it weren't for Lord Lang sacrificing his life for the country, the girl would marry the Lu family Erlang in three months, and I'm afraid it would be delayed for some time." β
Yang Yu's body shook slightly, his face turned a little pale, his voice was cold and seemed to have no temperature, and he said indifferently: "I will not mention this matter in the future." β
Qi Yan smiled slightly: "The girl is not pleased with the Lu family? β
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows, revealing a green and glamorous smile: "The person he likes is Sister Shu of the Yang family, of course I can't take away people's love." β
Qi Yan was shocked, and the beautiful color was also angry: "The girl is the mother of the Lu family set by Lord Lang and Duke Lu, so how dare Erlang of the Lu family?" β
Yang Yu smiled slightly and said, "I don't like him either." β
Qi Yan no longer made a sound, worried about Yang Yu's future, his mother died early, his father died, Liaocheng is thousands of miles away from the Hongnong Yang family, and it is a side branch, I thought that the girl could marry into the Lu family, but now it seems that this matter is far away. I don't know when the girl with a gorgeous face and a smiling face has become more and more quiet, I don't know if this is good or bad. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but sigh.
The autumn breeze passed through the hall, and the slightest coolness was mixed with the smell of salty and damp rain. The sky is like ink, gloomy and cramped, making people's hearts more and more depressed and lonely.
Yang Yu lowered his head and stood in the mourning hall covered with black and white linen, his face was calm, and he returned the blessings to every soldier who came to mourn his deceased father. Yang Xiu on her side pursed her lips, and her elegant face was full of sadness.
Yang Yu is plain white, the body is unusually fitted, the slender waist appears more and more uncontrollable, the right side is handed over to the collar, the big sleeves are hanging down, the lower skirt is dragging the ground, the skirt is fluttering, a pair of small and fat jade feet are stepping on the high-toothed clogs, gorgeous and flying, dignified and elegant, although it is a plain body, it is difficult to hide the magnificent posture of the body.
In the noisy hall, a pair of brocade clogs came into Yang Yu's eyes, and then a gentle and pleasant middle-aged male voice came: "Yang's Ah Yu, Dao Yu sacrificed his life for the country, and he is the true husband of the world, right now you and Ah Xiu have no relatives, if you want to return to your family, I will take you two to the house in the next day." The middle-aged male voice with a sincere tone penetrated everyone's ears with the humidity of the tide, and also broke the silent atmosphere.
This tone is both a discussion and an affirmation.
Yang Yu raised her eyes slightly, and there was a scholar in front of her who was wearing a wide green shirt and had a white beard, which was none other than Yang Gong, the uncle of her own family.
Yang Yu's heart was bored, her brows frowned slightly, she finally came, the scene of her previous life overlapped in front of her eyes, yes, it was this sincere help, Yang Yu took his younger brother to his own family, and entered the genealogy of the Yang family in Liaocheng, since then, life and death have been in the hands of others.
Yang Yu's eyes flowed, a pair of dazzling beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his lips were not easy to detect, evoking a sly smile, he saluted, his voice was as tactful and clear as broken jade, and he was shocked to hear it: "Thank you uncle, although Ah Yu is a woman, she also knows that the current situation is turbulent, and she really doesn't dare to cause trouble to her uncle." With a hint of a long tail note, tenderness, and quiet and leisurely, the guests in the hall were stunned.
"Ah Yu, don't be stubborn, I heard that the Hu people have already broken through Pingzhou, and they will set foot in Liaocheng in a few days, so you can follow Yang Gong's family, and you can take care of it." Another middle-aged male voice with gentle concern came.
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at it, and couldn't help snorting coldly, it was Lu Khan's father, Lu Gong, the Liaocheng celebrity who was greedy for money and hypocritical when he saw death! A trace of disgust flashed between her eyes, and then, her face was a little crimson, she saluted, and replied in a soft and timid voice: "Gong Lu, Ah Yu is not a child anymore, and there are still three months left, and Ah Yu will be gone." The tone seemed to mean something, with a hint of a girl's unique coquettishness.
Lu Gong smiled wryly, as if he wanted to say something, looked around at the people in the hall, and swallowed it back raw.
When Yang Gong heard Yang Yu's resignation, a trace of displeasure appeared at the moment, and he shook his head and persuaded: "Ah Yu, you haven't reached yet, Ah Xiu is a chief child, how can you two support the Yang family?" Your family's tens of thousands of family wealth, can a sister-in-law take care of it? He said with reproach in his tone: "Don't be ignorant, go back to the clan with your uncle." β
As he spoke, he looked at Lu Gong and cast a look.
Lu Gong's originally smiling face paused, as if he remembered something, his face was slightly red, and he turned his head to Yang Yu and whispered softly: "Ah Yu, don't you even listen to your uncle's words?" Three months later, my uncle will arrange the marriage for you and my family, and you will stay quietly in Yang Gong's mansion to embroider the wedding dress in the past few months. He smiled a little smugly.
Yang Yu watched the performance of the two, and his heart was extremely cold, it turned out that these two people had really colluded together to plot the Yang family's property. Why did he not notice it in his previous life? Until he was given to Pei Liang by Lu Cambodia and to the King of Jiujiang, he was still naΓ―ve to beg Lu Gong, which was really stupid.