As the saying goes, life and death have a fate, life in the world, can not find out what the fate of this life is from the starting point, only walk forward in a daze, always looking forward to the next turn of the winding road, will usher in a better life.

If not, then hope, if not, again and again, again and again, during the accumulation of human sophistication, sharpen the courage of the calf, lost and gained too late to calculate clearly, then closed their eyes and lay down, everything in the past has become settled, ending in the hearts of future generations, and nothing can be changed.

Looking back at Yu Lu's life, it is really lamentable, it is clear that the beginning is better than thousands of people in the world, and she got the body of a dignified lady of Nanrong Mansion, but she took the life of a slave who did not deserve to have a name. Hundreds of turns, finally got back everything that belonged to him, once his life was lost, the prosperity poured into the sky and the wealth of the red stripes, the bitterness and bitterness in the red stripes, and the helplessness in the hurry of the red stripes, empty became an embarrassing example.

Why is she miserable? No one can understand it, is it because of the bad deeds that have been retributed? No, people have always bullied her in this life, and she treats every grass and tree so carefully that she doesn't dare to offend, this crime is definitely wrong with her.

That is, the gods and Buddhas who were dishonest and angry lost their protection, but the nuns of Baishan Temple did not agree with this, and read: Amitabha, that Miss Nan Rongmin Hong'er is a sincere person, and she comes to copy the scriptures and pray every three or five days...... Suddenly remembered that she had never prayed for herself, all to accumulate blessings for another person.

In this way, there is an answer, maybe she pasted her life's blessings into it, so that her life was light, so she ended up desolate. Who is the person who has received her blessing, the world does not know the inside story, and there are different opinions, and they cannot guess the right one.

But what they said really made sense, Yu Lu's life was bleak, and the yellow calendar only gave her seven days, but the things before and after her death were too hurried, but it was almost enough to do it tightly. When she was alive, she always wanted to make a compromise, but after her death, the funeral was all simple, in order not to collide with the good Qin and Jin of the Celestial Empire and the Western Empire, it was not easy.

During this period, the gate of Nanrong Mansion was closed, isolated from the noisy world outside, and only a few people in their own family gathered together sadly, and no one wanted to pay attention to the strife and troubles outside.

In just a few days, the grief made Mrs. Nanrong's always tough body collapse, and every day the sad song was swallowed with the decoction, and the things in the mouth were all bitter and astringent, and she was very thin.

Nan Rong Weixiao's hair turned white overnight, except for the affairs of his own house, he couldn't bother to pay attention to the war that was about to ignite on the frontier. Rong Ma has been in his life, and the high-spirited god of war finally served the old man, put away the sincere heart of his youth, turned the vicissitudes into a letter of resignation, expressed his will, handed over all the military power, and planned to accompany his wife to live peacefully and peacefully for the rest of his life.

Although Luo Zhi did not participate, he was an insider, he felt guilty, and seeing that the matter could not be reversed at all, and paying such a big price, Yu Zhao still had to leave after all, unwilling to face it, and closed his consciousness more and more, every day was confused, he didn't know the warmth and coldness of spring and autumn, and sometimes he couldn't even recognize Yu Zhao.

All kinds of everything, Yu Zhao saw it in her eyes, worried in her heart, the sadness of the past few days exhausted her energy, and she didn't want to let her emotions be exposed to make them more sad, except for the collapse on the first day was really unbearable, and the tears later were secretly shed when she was alone at night when she was alone in filial piety, trying her best to support her body and help take care of everything.

The emotions are depressed in the heart, when there is really a disease, sometimes there are bursts of tingling, the night wind often blows cold, Yu Zhao is not willing to add an extra cloak to his filial piety clothes, and he accepts it calmly, as if he is giving himself a little punishment. Fortunately, this pain has some effect, which can make her sober up and think about things.

In the early morning of Yu Lu's funeral, the waning moon had not disappeared, the streets were cleaned very clean, the team was huge, but no cry could be heard, and everyone was dressed in plain clothes and silently marched towards the suburbs.

Regardless of the pain, Mrs. Nan Rong insisted on getting out of bed and following, walking with crutches and struggling, Yu Zhao carefully supported her, and both of them lost their souls, like two wooden men walking aimlessly.

Walking to the middle of the road, the sky turned over the belly of the fish, the red morning glow reflected the sky, the plain clothes were red, Yu Zhao looked at it, and lamented in his heart, God did not want to appreciate his face, such a sad day, it was a good sunny day.

Mrs. Nanrong lowered her head and walked, suddenly remembered something, stopped and instructed: "Wronged Min Hong'er detoured the road, the first batch of gifts from Da Chu will arrive today, don't meet them on the road, you will collide." ”

"No need," Yu Lu had suffered a lot of grievances before he was alive, and he would have to do so after his death, Yu Zhao was reluctant in his heart, shook his head and said: "The dead are great, everyone understands this truth, even if it is a collision." It's also that they are inconsiderate and shouldn't let their mother give way. ”

The team continued to follow the same path, but fortunately, the road was unimpeded and nothing was encountered.

At the time of the burial, Chu Zikai sent Feng Yun over to condole, Yu Zhao knew that he deliberately avoided it, and those dowries were stopped in the distance and did not move, only after the funeral Yu Zhao except for filial piety, he continued to move towards Yecheng.

On the way back, I saw a crowd of people in the distance of the road, with a salute full of red silk, stopping and waiting in place.

The two teams of people looked at each other from a distance, one red and one white, the contrast was stark, whether it was sad or happy, Yu Zhao felt it clearly, and knew without hesitation whether the former had the upper hand.

According to the rules, after the white thing, it shouldn't lead Xi into the door so quickly, but Da Chu is respected, and if Chu Zikai wants to be like this, then it has to be like this. No matter how uncomfortable it is, it is destined to be Nam Rong Mansion who will give in.

As soon as he went back, it was urgent, Nan Rong Weixiao immediately ordered the people in the house to take off their plain clothes and tear down the mourning curtains, and everything in the house returned to normal, but the tears on people's faces were not dry, and they looked as usual as if nothing had really happened.

Yu Zhao couldn't pretend to be up, he was very tired, and as soon as he came back, he went back to the house and sat in a daze, until someone came to invite him and informed Chu Zikai that he was coming.

Yu Zhao didn't want to change her clothes and put on makeup, so she got up and went out directly, Mrs. Nanrong was startled when she saw that she was still wearing filial piety clothes, came over and pulled her, and while taking off the filial piety belt on her head and throwing it to the ground, she whispered:

"He Ning, you can't, the official of the Great Chu Palace is coming to announce this afternoon, you can't wear white clothes."

"But I don't want to cater anymore." Yu Zhao spoke, as if he was answering Mrs. Nanrong's words, but his eyes were looking at Chu Zikai. "Your Majesty, Nanrong Mansion doesn't dare to hold anything accountable for this matter, but it's true that I'm uncomfortable, but can I ask for your understanding, give me some time, and let me personally watch Nanrong Mansion calm down before making peace?"