Du Yunluo's heart sank slightly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She didn't answer, just looked up at the dew.

Droo nodded at her, indicating that she was right.

The room fell silent all of a sudden, and it wasn't until Brother Yun grinned a few times that Du Yunluo and Chuilu came back to their senses and went to serve this little ancestor first.

Sammo Hung's family waited aside, and when Du Yunluo was free, he said, "Since there are some signs, the slave maid will go to inquire." ”

Roulan is on an errand in Shaoxi Garden, and the only man she can see on weekdays is Mu Lianxiao, and it is not easy for Sammo Hung to find out if she has a crush on other men.

Chuilu also knew it in her heart, and discussed it with Du Yunluo, and next time she went to Qingjian to probe the wind, I don't know if I can inquire about it.

April drizzled and rained.

Before and after the Qingming Festival, the rain did not stop, and the house invited the masters to chant and pray for blessings according to the old practice.

Du Yunluo made proper arrangements, and only then came back from the school where the water and land dojo was placed, but halfway through, she met Mu Lianhui.

This is the first time the two have met since Mu Lianhui returned home.

Mu Lianhui, who has never left the Manhe Garden, is rare to get out of her one-acre and three-point land.

Du Yunluo looked at Mu Lianhui.

Mu Lianhui was still dressed in plain clothes, only wearing a wooden hairpin on her head, she didn't even apply powder, and her whole face was white.

It is somewhat similar to Du Yunluo's impression, but also a little different.

Du Yunluo pursed her lips, the two met under the corridor, she paused and smiled lightly: "Why is the countryman here?" ”

The smile was so shallow, so shallow that it only showed the corners of the lips and did not reach the bottom of the eyes.

Mu Lianhui saw Qingming, replied with the same smile, and said: "Today is Qingming, although I went back to the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, but after all, I am the wife of Jin Shang, and the three-year mourning period has not passed, so I am just making a show, and I have to go to the dojo to leave two tears." ”

This sounds like no problem, but when you think about it, Du Yunluo doesn't believe it at all.

Not to mention that Mu Lianhui didn't have the consciousness of being Jin Shang's wife at all, she just wanted to make an appearance, who to show in the Dingyuan Marquis's Mansion?

If you really want to shed tears, you naturally want to go to the Pingyang Hou Mansion to cry.

The Dingyuan Marquis Mansion will not enshrine Jin Shang's spirit card.

A lie is a lie, but Mu Lianhui said it unabashedly, not caring at all that Du Yunluo heard her falsehood.

Du Yunluo won't debunk it, anyway, everything is going on in the dojo, Mu Lianhui is gone, what else can he do besides chanting and chanting Buddha?

"The townsman is at his own convenience," Du Yunluo glanced at Mu Lianhui, "I'll go see my grandmother." ”

The two passed by, and their steps were not chaotic.

Du Yunluo entered the Baijie Hall.

Autumn leaves whispered to her: "The old lady is in the small Buddha hall, and Mama Shan is guarding it. ”

Du Yunluo bowed her head, went around to the small Buddha hall, and saw the figure of Wu Lao Taijun through the slightly open door.

Mrs. Wu knelt in front of the Buddha, her back was a little bent, as if she were two people a few years ago.

With the old Taijun's current body and bones, he really can't kneel more, so he goes to the palace to ask for peace, and Cining Palace also takes care of it, so he won't let Wu Laotaijun can't bear it.

Du Yunluo stepped in, interrupted softly, and said, "Grandmother, take a break." ”

Mrs. Wu didn't answer, she closed her eyes and read it, and she didn't open her eyes until she finished reading the dedication text, and her eyes were slightly cloudy: "The old woman actually doesn't want to rest yet." ”

The voice trembled slightly, and it made people's hearts sour to hear it.

Du Yunluo helped Mrs. Wu back to the house, and Mrs. Wu sat on the bed of Luohan, and it took a while to regain her breath.

Patting Du Yunluo's hand, Mrs. Wu opened her mouth to say something, but when the words came to her mouth, she paused again, and just said, "Everything is normal in the dojo, right?" ”

"It's all according to the old practice, the masters have also come to the house to do the dojo before, grandmother and rest assured," Du Yunluo replied, and said, "When I came back, I happened to meet the countryman, and she said to go to the dojo to pay respects." ”

When it came to Mu Lianhui, Mrs. Wu's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but she didn't ask deeply.

Mrs. Wu was tired, Du Yunluo didn't stay long, got up and retreated.

Mama Shan waited for Mrs. Wu to lie down, and just as she was about to turn around and leave, she was kept by Mrs. Wu.

"You should know what I told you at dawn, and don't let them know." Mrs. Wu sighed.

Mama Shan replied in a low voice.

At dawn, the old lady said that she dreamed of the old marquis.

The dream is very long, starting from when she first met the old marquis in the boudoir.

That year, the summer flowers were brilliant, and she heard the name and surname of the old marquis from her father and brother, and the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion at that time was a new upstart in Beijing, which was not the same as the century-old Wu family.

Father and brother said that Mu Shiyuan's character and martial arts, they were amazed that he was a good talent, but when it fell into the heart of the woman in the boudoir, it became a touch of curiosity and an indescribable good feeling.

She traveled with her mother, and there were not many tourists on the lakeside in the summer, and when she heard the name again, she looked back eagerly, and saw only a long figure in the distance.

Obviously, through the hat, her vision was not clear, but she could see Mu Shiyuan's appearance clearly at a glance.

At that time, I could still hear the sound of heartbeats in my dreams.

In her eyes, he is not only a good person, but also a good person.

The marriage was successfully decided, and she married into the Mu family.

When she was young, she was also slimy, and she refused to separate the two places, and followed her all the way to northern Xinjiang.

She has seen the endless grasslands of northern Xinjiang, and she has also seen the flames of war rising into the sky, and she even killed the Tartars with her own hands until she returned to the capital.

Children fall to the ground, marry wives and have children, marry far away, this life is full of ups and downs, and the dream stopped before Mu Yuanan died in battle, which can be regarded as a beautiful dream.

When she opened her eyes and woke up, Mrs. Wu thought that she finally had a knot in her heart about Mu Yuan'an's life after her death, even if the old marquis was still there, but Mu Yuanmou's state of mind changed at that time.

Being able to dream of Mu Shiyuan is good for Mrs. Wu, but she can't tell her juniors.

In the Qingming season, dreaming of old people and dreaming of old things, at the age of Mrs. Wu, it is really not a matter of peace of mind for the younger generations.

She herself was not at ease.

It turned out that her days were really running out.

When Du Yunluo returned to Shaoxi Garden, neither Jinrui nor Chuilu came back.

Jinrui went back to the front street to offer incense, and Chuilu also went back to worship, and by the way, she asked Qingjian about Roulan.

When it was dusk, Jin Rui came back in a hurry, rubbed in her own room for a while, and then went to the main house to say goodbye to Du Yunluo.

"How are you at home?" Du Yunluo motioned for Jinrui to sit down, "Is the bottle okay?" ”

Jin Rui smiled and nodded: "The bottle is very good, and the family is fine." ”

She smiled so hard that she couldn't find any traces of crying at home at noon, but she wasn't afraid to let Du Yunluo see it.

It's not that Jinrui deliberately hid it from Du Yunluo, but for a while, it seems that she doesn't even know how to open her mouth to file a complaint.

Since Xue Bei'er and Li, there has been a storm on the front street.

(To be continued.) )