On this page, the people of the Zhao family have their own thoughts, but at one point, they are all missing the person who has gone a long time ago - Zhao Yunmeng.

Too early on the second day, Zhao Changqing and Zhao Yunchen went to the barracks, and after the rest of the Zhao family finished breakfast, they went to the small ancestral hall in the courtyard of the Liu family and copied prayer flags for Zhao Yunmeng.

As he grew older, Liu had a deep belief in Buddhist reincarnation and built a small ancestral hall in his courtyard.

In the small ancestral hall, there is no other tablet, only one Zhao Yunmeng.

At that time, everyone persuaded Liu, but Liu said.

The ancestors of my Zhao family are in the ancestral hall of the Zhao family, and there are people from the Zhao family who worship incense, only my son Yunmeng, who went early, and the two children are still young, if I don't worship them, who will remember? Could it be that you really expect the Zuo family who lost their conscience?

After saying something, the others who said it were speechless.

Hazy was pregnant, Liu found a few cases, so that Hazy didn't have to kneel to write, and could copy prayer flags while sitting, and Zhao Zijun watched carefully.

Since Hazy was pregnant, Zhao Zijun didn't have to do it as a last resort, and he didn't want to leave Hazy's side for a moment, and he couldn't wait to tie Hazy to his body.

Rouge and Zhou Rongyin knelt on the low table.

Carefully copied the Buddhist scriptures one by one.

Liu picked up the rag sent by his subordinates, held Zhao Yunmeng's tablet in his arms, and wiped it carefully, as if it was an extremely fragile treasure, and wiped it with extra care.

The housekeeper who was instructed by Zhou Rongyin went to Puji Temple, the most famous temple in the city, and invited the abbot to do things for Zhao Yunmeng.

Buckle open the door of the temple, and a little master walks out.

"Donor, what's the matter?"

The butler gave a salute.

"Little master, I'm here to find Abbot Yichen."

"Come to Master Abbot? Your Excellency is the steward of General Weiyuan's Mansion. ”

Steward Zhao didn't feel strange, every year in the past, he had to find Abbot Yichen to perform Dharma for Miss Yunmeng, and Abbot Yichen naturally knew.

"Yes, I am the butler of General Weiyuan's mansion."

After the little novice was convinced, he led Steward Zhao into the inner courtyard of the temple.

Walked to a door and stopped.

"Donor, this is the abbot's master's meditation room, the abbot has instructed, the donor is here, just go in, and the monk will not send the donor in."

With that, the little novice turned and left.

Steward Zhao pushed open the door and walked in.

The abbot of Yichen was sitting on the futon, chanting the scriptures in his mouth.

"Hello Master Yichen."

The two have known each other for more than ten years, since the Zhao family moved to Peizhou, every year Zhao Yunmeng's sacrificial ceremony is invited to the abbot of Puji Temple to carry out the ceremony.

Steward Zhao and Master Yichen are also old acquaintances.

Abbot Yichen slowly got up and beckoned Steward Zhao to sit down on the meditation bed on the side.

Picked up the tea on the desk and poured a cup for Steward Zhao.

"Steward Zhao, it's been a long time."

"Yes, I haven't seen him for a year, and the abbot's body is still so tough."

"Where, Steward Zhao came this time, but he asked the monk to go down the mountain to do something for Miss Yunmeng, who died early in your mansion."

"Exactly, please also ask Master Yichen to agree."

The abbot of Yichen brought the poured tea to Steward Zhao.

"That's natural, with my body, I don't know how many other rituals I can do for Miss Yunmeng."

Steward Zhao didn't know what the abbot meant.

"Master, why do you say this, but why is there any discomfort in your body?"

The abbot waved his hand.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, Steward Lao Zhao is worried."

After a few brief words with Master Yichen in the meditation room, Steward Zhao took Master Yichen down the mountain.

Master Yichen is old, and Steward Zhao is also close to knowing the age of the Mandate of Heaven, so he has prepared a carriage.

After the two went down the mountain, they got into the carriage and returned to Zhao's mansion.

When I arrived at Zhao's mansion, it was almost noon, and several masters of the Zhao family were in the ancestral hall, and they had never gone to the dining room to eat, so they simply asked the maids to send a few vegetarian dishes in.

Steward Zhao arranged Master Yichen to the guest room, and personally asked the kitchen to make a few exquisite vegetarian dishes and sent them over, so he went outside the small ancestral hall and replied.

"Old lady, madam, the slave has invited Master Yichen over, and now he is resting in the guest house, and the slave will go down first to prepare for tomorrow's sacrifice ceremony."

Zhou Rongyin heard the reply of the housekeeper outside, walked to the door, opened the door of the small ancestral hall, and walked out.

"Butler, you have worked hard, tomorrow is the sacrifice day, this sacrifice ceremony must be done decently, you must not lose your sense of proportion, there is a mess."

"Yes, the slave knows."

After Zhou Rongyin told the housekeeper, he returned to the ancestral hall.

The three juniors, Hazy Rouge and Zijun, are all copying Buddhist scriptures, and they have not relaxed for a moment.

In the Peizhou military camp, Zhao Changqing's mood was very low today, and even the morning training in the morning was only exposed.

Others can't notice it, but Zhao Yunchen can feel it.

In the big tent, the people around him were dismissed, leaving only two of their personal guards to guard the door, and their voices were lowered.

"General, you're in a bad mood today, do you think of Yunmeng, that's why you're like this."

Zhao Changqing saw that there was no one around, and there was no need to hide it in front of his son.

"Yes, tomorrow is Yunmeng's sacrifice day, although Yunmeng has been gone for so many years, but many things are still like yesterday, which is unforgettable."

When Zhao Yunchen heard this, he also sighed.

"Yes, the little sister went too early, the rouge and the little sister are like carved out of the same mold, every time I see the rouge, it's like seeing the little sister."

"Rouge and Yunmeng really look too similar, but Yunmeng is gentle and dignified, where is Rouge so wild."

Zhao Yunchen comforted Zhao Changqing and said.

"General, let's not be too sad, Rouge is a child that Yun Meng desperately gave birth to, and we have to take good care of Rouge and Hazy for Yun Meng."

The father and son talked about Yunmeng in the tent, and they were very sad.

So, a few lieutenants were recruited and asked to supervise the drills in the army, and the two returned home early.

It was in the afternoon, Steward Zhao hurriedly ate a few bites of lunch, and then got busy and organized the maids to set up a legal platform.

Steward Zhao and Zhao Changqing are in a similar situation, they have also grown up watching Zhao Yunmeng since they were children, and they know how important Zhao Yunmeng is in the hearts of the Zhao family.

In Zhao Yunmeng's sacrificial rituals, he is even more careful to the extreme, and he requires excellence in every detail.

"Go and straighten the yellow cloth and don't wrinkle it."

"You little maids, go and wipe all the railings in this yard with rags, and don't leave dust."

Zhao Yunmeng's memorial ceremony was held in the second courtyard. The Zhao family has a total of three courtyards, the first courtyard is a place to receive guests to discuss things, the second courtyard is a place to hold various banquets, and the third courtyard is the place where the masters of the Zhao family live on weekdays.

Steward Zhao spared no effort to shout at the people to decorate, clean, and decorate the place.

After a busy afternoon, the altar was finally arranged.

The second day was Zhao Yunmeng's sacrifice day, and the Zhao family had dinner in a hurry and gathered in the flower hall.

Zhao Changqing opened his mouth and said: "Tomorrow is Yunmeng's sacrifice day, everyone pay attention to it, remember not to be too sad and hurt your body." ”

Liu added: "Hazy, you are pregnant, tomorrow you will burn Buddhist scriptures, prayer flags, smoke and fire, you should not come to the courtyard, so as not to hurt the child in the belly." ”

Hazy how could I be: "Grandmother, how can I not go, every year in previous years, I went, how can I not go this year." ”

Rong Yin saw Hazy saying this, and was also worried about the child in her belly: "Hazy, you just listen to your grandmother, you are pregnant, everyone will be busy tomorrow, if one is not careful, the child in your belly has something missing, and your mother's spirit in the sky will also be sad." ”

Rouge also came to persuade him: "Yes, sister, you just listen to your grandmother and aunt, stay in your own yard, and your mother in heaven will definitely not want you to be pregnant and work." ”

Zhao Zijun didn't open his mouth at this time, and Liu touched him with his arm, but he still didn't speak.

Zhao Zijun knew in his heart how important Zhao Yunmeng was to Hazy, how could he, as a father-in-law, persuade his mother not to see his biological mother's sacrifice ceremony, but Hazy was pregnant again, and Zhao Zijun was also embarrassed.

Under everyone's persuasion, Hazy finally agreed not to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, and only prayed for Zhao Yunmeng in his courtyard and recited scriptures.

Early in the morning of the second day, everyone had a simple breakfast, except for the hazy return to their own yard, everyone arrived at the second courtyard.

Zhao Changqing and Zhao Yunchen are also because it is Zhao Yunmeng's memorial day today, and it is rare for the two of them not to go to the barracks, but just let the guards go to the barracks to supervise.

Master Yichen had been waiting there for a long time, and at this moment he was already sitting on the Dharma platform, chanting the scriptures in his mouth.

The maids and maids in a courtyard were all dressed in plain clothes, and they also walked to their futons and made plates.

The grandmother on the side had already taken the Buddhist scriptures that Rouge had copied yesterday, and Rouge was Yunmeng's daughter, so she naturally knelt on the side of the brazier.

Hazy didn't come today, so Zhao Zijun, the son-in-law, took the place of Hazy and knelt on the other side of the brazier.

The two of them threw the copied Buddhist scriptures into the brazier one by one, and watched the flames swallow up all the Buddhist scriptures.

At this time, Rouge looked at these flames, and the boredom in his heart today was suddenly released.

I secretly thought in my heart: Mother, I haven't seen you, but I know that you are a gentle and kind mother, listen to Aunt Yulan, you are a person like a breeze and moon, I am really grateful to my mother, I gave birth to me, and at the same time resented myself, is it my own birth, so that my mother left the world so early, but I know that my mother must love me very much, I will definitely live well, with my mother's share of a good life, mother, you are in the spirit of heaven, don't worry too much about us, today is your sacrifice day, Seventeen years ago, my mother gave birth to me with all her might, and I really thank my mother for giving me life and giving me the opportunity to come into this world.

What Rouge is thinking about now is what Yulan told her, Zhao Yunmeng is good everywhere in his life, but he shouldn't have fallen in love with Zuo Quanhan, he suffered so much anger in vain, and he died early.

Master Yichen recited the Buddhist scriptures of Chaodu Yunmeng on the Dharma platform, and he also had feelings for this family.

Since the Weiyuan general Zhao family came to this Peizhou to take office, he invites himself to do things for Miss Yunmeng, who died early, every year, but he is really affectionate.

Although Hazy did not personally participate in the sacrificial ceremony and burned scriptures to his mother Zhao Yunmeng, he was not idle in his yard.

He kept copying the scriptures and muttered to himself.

"Mother, I have a baby, I am pregnant, these years, I have lived very well, rouge is also very good, grandfather they dot on us sisters, you are in the spirit of heaven, don't worry about us, I didn't expect that time flies so fast, you held my hand on the bed back then I still remember vividly, I didn't expect that now I am about to be a mother, mother, you will bless me, and you will bless my belly, your grandson, right."

The sun fell, and Zhao Yunmeng's sacrificial ceremony ended successfully.