In Luochuan Building, as soon as Wen Shuliu left, You Hanzhi opened the tent, Shu Moci was still half leaning on the pillow as when he put down the tent, but Mu Ran's cold face was full of tears, You Hanzhi reached out in surprise to wipe the tears on her face, "Shu Moci, what's wrong with you?" Don't cry! ”

Shu Mocimu let him wipe his face without reacting, but the tears were endless, You Hanzhi was anxious, distressed and panicked, but he didn't know what to do, he just kept wiping his tears for her and said don't cry.

Yingluo looked at the side and was even more at a loss, she didn't know how to persuade her, her identity was limited, she didn't even dare to get closer, Hongying and Fang Hua glanced at each other, and knelt down together, "Girl's Day mourning."

Yingluo suddenly realized, Shu Moci cried, there was Youhan, they were only slaves and maids, and no matter why Shu Moci was crying, they could only cry because of Zhong's death, so they also knelt down.

You Hanzhi ran up and down like a monkey for a long time, Shu Moci was stunned and didn't react at all, he was still young, Wen Shuliu's words could understand some, but he didn't fully understand, and Shu Moci cried like this, he was upset, he had already forgotten Wen Shuliu to the sky, and he just wanted Shu Mo to say goodbye and cry again, he was flustered and distressed when he cried, and he wanted to cry when he cried-

You Hanzhi thought about it and thought that he was really wronged, and he didn't wipe his tears for Shu Moci, hugged her arm and lay on her shoulder, choked and muttered, "Don't cry, don't cry, I want to cry when you cry, don't cry......"

“…… Speaking of which, even the slave had to admire Miss Shu, her face was clearly full of tears, and she didn't know how long she cried. Just through such a thin layer of tent, the slave was stunned and didn't notice it, and the eighth master didn't notice it when he sat so close. Not only did she not make a sound, but she didn't even breathe any more, tsk, the slave only now knew that the woman was crying-"

You Yunzhi interrupted him a little irritably, "Let's talk about the point!" ”

You Feng still sprinkled a lot of emotion and didn't let it out, so he held it in his throat, his face was red and his neck was thick.

"Go on!"

You Feng exhaled. Finally felt that he was alive again, and said listlessly, "The eighth master also knew how to persuade Miss Shu not to cry at the beginning. Later, I was anxious, and I cried too, and Miss Shu cried even more when she saw it, and the two of them cried together. Miss Shu's personal maids are not very old. I didn't know how to persuade at all, so I knelt there upright, and then a mother went, that is, the mother surnamed Xin, and finally persuaded it, and the eighth master probably came back to his senses, felt ashamed, and lay on Miss Shu's shoulder and pretended to sleep. That Xin's mother went and asked me to take the eighth master back to the house."

"How did Mrs. Wenchanghou die?"

"It was the mother-in-law next to her who moved it, and the Marquis of Wenchang didn't know if it was found out. Or for other reasons, it is said that Mrs. Wenchanghou is ashamed and sad excessively, and her body is not good, so she vomited blood and died, the mother-in-law has been following the crowd, and the slave has not found a chance to approach, there are many people who go to watch the ceremony, but they have not brought the maid into it, and the slave is because the eighth master is young, so he reluctantly mixed in, and the mother-in-law shot to kill with a hidden blow, and the Marquis of Wenchang was fierce again, and no one should be able to see clearly except An Zhuangyuan and the slave present.

You Yunzhi lowered his eyelashes, covering his quiet eyes that were already unable to peek into his mind, You Feng looked at him carefully, "Second master, the slave thinks that the woman should not be Miss Shu's person, Miss Shu's appearance is indeed frightened, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl is afraid that she has never even seen a dead person, how can she have the courage to kill, at that time Miss Shu wanted to go to see, the eighth master pressed Miss Shu into his arms, and An Zhuangyuan was even more tightly guarded in front of him, and he didn't dare to let her see it at all."

"You go down first".

You Feng said unwillingly, "Second Master, doesn't mean that Miss Deng has the courage to kill someone, it doesn't mean that Miss Shu killed Mrs. Wenchanghou, no one wants to die at their own ceremony, right?" ”

You Yunzhi lowered his eyes silently, he didn't know what to think, You Feng muttered and left, the second master told him to look at the eighth master these days, he should worry more about the eighth master.

After the small funeral and the big funeral, on the fourth day, relatives, friends and acquaintances came to the Hou Mansion to mourn, Shu Yuehuan also rushed back to the capital, I haven't seen her for a year, Shu Yuehuan has grown a lot taller, and her originally beautiful appearance also has the edges and corners of a teenager.

Shu Yuemiao is young, these days she has been following her sisters to be filial sons and grandsons inside and out, tired and afraid, but she has diluted her sadness a lot, at this time, she heard her brother crying heartbreakingly, rushed over and threw herself on Shu Yuehuan's shoulder and howled loudly, Shu Yuehuan reached out to hold her shoulders, and the brothers and sisters cried together.

Shu Moci looked indifferently, her long eyelashes were half-hanging, her eyes were closed, she stood there, her face was sad but calm, like a magnolia that had experienced wind and rain but stood resolutely, even the most picky grandmother in the palace could not find the slightest inappropriateness, sad but not sad, sad but not chaotic, this is the most important quality of everyone in the face of sadness and suffering.

The sky gradually brightened, the busy voices of the servants came, the old lady also arrived at the mourning hall, she handed over all the matters of the funeral to the Yang family, but she was not relaxed, her expression was tired and old, and the bags under her eyes were hanging like dead fish bubbles.

As soon as Wen Shuliu entered the door, he looked at Shu Moci anxiously, and saw that she was not a big problem except that her face was a little pale, so she relaxed her heart a little, respectfully paid three incense sticks, and received the return gift from Shu Moci, Shu Yuehuan, etc., before she said to the old lady, "Old lady, Wen's mother died early, and there is no brother and sister-in-law, fortunately, the eldest aunt loves her, and she will come to the house later to give incense to Mrs. Shu on behalf of her mother, only the eldest aunt is riddled with miscellaneous things, and it may be a little later, and I hope the old lady will forgive me."

Mrs. Wen has long been gone, and now the lady in charge is Wen Shuliu's aunt, and the lady in charge of the Wen Mansion came to mourn in person, how dare she not forgive, and Wen Shuliu said that Mrs. Wen would be a little late, I'm afraid it was also to cover up that she was worried that Shu Mo would resign too early, right?

The old lady looked out the window, she could no longer imagine that the famous Wen family thirteen Lang was like this, the sun had just come out to mourn, and she was not afraid of the inconvenience of the master's family.

Sure enough, he said a few polite words to the old lady and Shu Di, Wen Shuliu looked at Shu Moci with affection, "Sister Shu, the body is skinny, and the parents who are affected by it dare not destroy it, this is the beginning of filial piety, even if Sister Shu is sad, she has to take care of her own body, did she eat in the morning?" (To be continued......)