Jiang's oil-dried body came to an end on a night of lightning and thunder. One day in the first month of June, the sky was dark and dreary, and dark clouds were overwhelming the city. The lightning split through the dark clouds, a thunderclap rang out, and raindrops poured down like dense beans.

Jiang only said that his chest was tight, and Bao Chuan and Jiang Yao were by his side. Jiang Yao also wanted acupuncture, Jiang waved his hand, held Bao Chuan, "comb," Jiang said with great difficulty, Jiang Yao took the comb, "head." ”

Mother brought a comb with small leaves of red sandalwood, Jiang Yao took off the comb, and Jiang motioned to bring it to Bao Chuan. Jiang Yao shook his hand and put the comb on Bao Chuan's head. "Box." Jiang has a jewelry box made of rhinoceros horn, which is placed in the dresser lattice.

"I'll open it when I'm gone." Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were blue, and she couldn't breathe that with her mouth open. Both children were already in tears, "Mother don't say it, I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

Jiang's other hand was raised, wanting to wipe his son's tears, Jiang Yao knelt beside the bed, holding his mother's hand, "Mother" he called out with tears, Jiang struggled, holding the hands of the two children together. "Love each other." Jiang smiled and lay on her back on the couch, her words exhausting her strength.

The two children didn't dare to cry loudly, but just held each other's hands and looked at Jiang. Jiang stretched out her hand, as if to sit up, her cheeks were ruddy and her eyes were blazing, and she shouted, "Father, husband..." Before he finished speaking, he fell straight down. The eyes are sloppy, only the breath out but not the in.

The two let out a loud cry of grief. The shrouds were all ready-made, and although Jiang was in his early thirties, he was not in good health. The two children prepared a shroud for her in advance, in order to be happy.

Bao Chuan personally wiped the body wrap for the nurse. Take a piece of jade and put it in Jiang's mouth, and bury the silk silk in the coffin. Bao Chuan told Mrs. Wang that her nurse had died, and Mrs. Wang opened the net and asked Bao Chuan to pay two taels of silver to the account, and Bao Chuan received back fifty taels of silver.

Don't underestimate this money, at that time, the average people in Chang'an only earned a few dozen taels of silver a year. Bao Chuan knelt down to thank him, and Mrs. Wang said kindly: "I am not in good health, I can't see such sad things, and I can't go over in person." ”

Bao Chuan was very moved, you must know that the nurse is just a subordinate, if it is the nurse of the sister-in-law, it is another matter. The master's family paid for the servant's funeral, can Bao Chuan not be moved? She prostrated again and again in thanksgiving.

The West Market Murderer helped to take care of the funeral, and the day of the funeral was also the day chosen by Mr. Feng Shui. The silk is the big rope to pull the hearse, and behind the hearse are paper houses, cows, horses, slaves, etc.

There is a black-clothed young man who sings the elegy "Artemisia", whose land is Artemisia? Gather and scatter the soul, and there is no virtuous foolishness. The ghost uncle is urging him, and human life must not be less hesitant. The voice is clear, the tune is mournful and sad, and the listeners all hide their faces.

Jiang Yao wore linen and filial piety, and Bao Chuan wore a silk yarn and a cinnamon body. The vegetarian Bao Chuan Pavilion stands like a hibiscus out of the water. The graves of the Jiang family and the Liu family are in one place, buried in Bailuyuan on the Shanghai water. Jiang Yao cried so much that his throat was dry, and Bao Chuan had swollen eyes and wanted to comfort him with sorrow.

Jiang Yao didn't plan to go back to the Li Mansion, his mother had a reason to stay there, and his mother was gone, how could he go back again? The Li family has fulfilled their master-servant relationship. "You go back and see, what relics does my mother have, you take it." He was so soulless, Bao Chuan was not at ease, and the nurse just asked them to help each other before leaving.

Jiang Yao couldn't resist Bao Chuan, so he had to go back with her. As soon as Jiang Yao arrived home, he couldn't wait to open the box. In the box, a baby fist-like night pearl shines in the room. Mingzhu next a letterhead, a line of small characters, telling him that there is something in Bao Chuan.

Bao Chuan took out a piece of brocade with a pile of paper inside. The paper was wet with tears in many places. Jiang Yao looked at it one by one, his fists were clenched with a rattling sound, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire. The paper was nearly torn by his hand.

Bao Chuan stepped forward and took it out of his hand, wrapped it up again, and put it away. Bao Chuan served the refreshments, "There is a big matter, and you can't spoil your body first." "Bao Chuan has also decreased a lot in the past few days. Jiang fell ill, Bao Chuan was worried all the time, she was as attached to Jiang as she was to her mother.

The Liu family is not there, the Jiang family is also gone, and the father is far away. The eldest lady and several aunts are all courteous. The two elder sisters got married and returned to their parents' home a limited number of times. Li Nian's relatives also have eyebrows, and the two families are friends. Girls are both talented and beautiful, and they are right, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are talented and beautiful. Wait for the parents of both sides to meet and talk in detail.

When the two brothers were still hunting, they were talking to each other in the tent, and Bao Chuan learned that she was quite closed. The eldest lady who doesn't go out of the door is afraid that even her life's major events are to exchange Geng posts between the two parties, and she knows that he is going to marry him.

Jiang Yao saw that Bao Chuan's chin was sharp, and he calmed down: "I'm fine." For dinner, Jiang Yao forced himself to eat a few bites, and Bao Chuan drank a few mouthfuls of noodle soup. This courtyard is guarded by these few people, the Jiang family went, and Guizi and Huansha missed her. The atmosphere in the room was so heavy that the air froze.

Jiang Yao lay on the bed, thinking about what to do next, and the top priority was to avenge the blood and the sea of blood. Family feuds can only rest in peace under the nine springs of revenge. The mother didn't want him to take revenge, and she didn't want her son to face the unknown danger alone.

So in the letter, she told him the facts, just let him remember his relatives, and worship incense on his death day, and they would feel at ease under the spring.

Jiang Yao put the brocade quilt on his face, as if he still had the breath of his mother. "Mother." He called his mother to sleep. He saw his mother standing in front of him with a sad face, and his son must dispel the idea of revenge, you must be well. After the mother finished speaking, she turned and left.

Mother, Jiang Yao chased while shouting, but no matter what, he couldn't open his legs. Mother, a hand on his forehead, Mother, Jiang Yao screamed and sat up.

Bao Chuan was looking at him with concern, holding the glass lamp in one hand and holding it in the other. He sat up suddenly, Bao Chuan didn't grasp the glass lamp in his hand, and slammed it to the ground, and Bao Chuan was taken into his arms.

Before Jiang Yao could recover from his dream, a faint fragrance came, and he subconsciously pulled closer to his arms.

Bao Chuan was anxious, "Let go." Jiang Yao quickly let go as if he was electrocuted, and Bao Chuan turned around and left, "Wait." Bao Chuan didn't stop, Jiang Yao jumped off the ground first, oops, the glass was broken. Bao Chuan was in a hurry, and now he understood what Jiang Yao meant.

Jiang Yao secretly lucked himself to prevent the soles of his feet from being stabbed again. Bao Chuan lit the lamp and carefully picked up the broken glass. After a while, Bao Chuan turned back again, "Go up." Bao Chuan ordered, holding multiple medicine bottles in his hand.

Jiang Yao was puzzled, is this little injury still an injury? Bao Chuan helped him pick out the crumbs on the soles of his feet and sprinkle them with medicinal powder. "Bao Chuan, thank you." Jiang Yao said sincerely. "You're welcome again, isn't it."

Bao Chuan is dressed in a vegetarian body, and when she looks under the lamp, she is the young girl Su'e who fights Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the month. "Brother, don't worry too much, my mother's greatest wish is to hope that my brother is safe and happy." Bao Chuan comforted him and said, Jiang Yao lay down facing in, "Bao'er is right, I'm fine, you can rest." The two rested separately.