The door of the house was closed by the person who had just gone out, but it still couldn't close the faint crying outside, mixed with the sound of the wind, through the cracks in the door and window, and the candle flame in the room shook with it, illuminating the silent pair of figures lonely.

The people lying on the bed were silent, and the two people in front of the bed knelt and stood alone, as if everything was still in this sad night, but sadness spread secretly, so that the loss infected everyone, and everyone could not live in peace.

Silently, the wind seemed to push the door open, but it wasn't, it was Nan Rongwei Xiao who stood silently at the door for a long time, worried about Yu Zhao, and finally couldn't help opening the door, wanting to open his mouth, he wanted to speak and tears flowed first, and finally all the words only turned into a long breath, sighing softly, helpless and sad.

This voice was full of vicissitudes, and Yu Zhao's heart was sore, ashamed and painful, thinking that his life was not easy, and he was disheartened by the farewell of life and death.

God is really unfair, he is loyal and good in this life, he is already full of silver frost, he should be at the age of suffering and enjoying his family without worry, why did he fall into this situation, endure the pain of losing his daughter, but he still has to cheer up and work hard for national and family affairs.

It was really unbearable and bitter, Yu Zhao persuaded softly: "Azu also go to rest with my grandmother, my mother has a rough life, just a daughter like me, give me everything, I failed to fulfill my filial piety before her death, after she leaves, if you ignore her again, and don't take care of your second elder for him, I will really be thundered by the sky." ”

Nan Rong Weixiao did not leave, walked in slowly, helped Yu Zhao up, and persuaded him seriously: "The incident happened suddenly, Azu knows that you are sad in your heart, but you can't just care about sadness, you can't become sick because of pain, if you have something unhappy, Azu and grandmother, how can you stand it." ”

"The granddaughter knows, Azu can rest assured." After kneeling for a long time, Yu Zhao's knees were in severe pain, and he couldn't take a step, so he bowed down and endured it, and asked, "What do the people of the Wen family say?" How is the mother's belonging arranged? ”

Nan Rong Wei Xiao replied: "Wen Sheng promised to set up Min Hong'er's mourning hall in Nanrong Mansion, only after the funeral, the tablet will enter the Wen family ancestral hall." Fang Cai has already seen the day, and the funeral will be carried out seven days later, so as not to collide with your marriage to Dachu, avoid crying, and mourn before sunrise. ”

The more Yu Zhao listened, the more powerless he felt, only to feel that his heart and liver were torn apart word by word, he couldn't breathe, his vision was blurred and clear, clear and blurred, and then he looked at the ground, and tears were wet.

The tears in the corners of his eyes were never dry, Yu Zhao gave up, and finally turned his head to look at Chu Zikai, took a long breath to stabilize his emotions, and asked, "What about Your Majesty?" In this situation, when do you want me to go to Dachu, would you like to leave me in Yecheng for a while? ”

Chu Zikai raised his hand to gently wipe her tears, and replied sideways: "The honor guard has set off from Jingzhou and will arrive at the border in seven days." ”

After the great sorrow, he followed the great joy, and he didn't want to give more charity even for a day, he was still so arrogant, in the midst of the sadness, the mixed anger was amplified and ignited by Chu Zikai's words, Yu Zhao suddenly felt that he no longer wanted to endure his unreasonable domineering, and staggered back a few steps with the pain in his knees, avoiding his hand.

Chu Zikai's raised hand stopped in mid-air, the atmosphere was really too embarrassing, Nan Rongwei looked at the two people in front of him who were silently facing each other, and he didn't know how to persuade him, so he had another sad silence.

During the period, De Niang took someone to bring the newly cut shroud in a hurry, and whispered outside the door: "Master, the shroud is ready, the slave maid decorates the eldest lady, and the housekeeper came to report that the coffin has also been prepared, is there a mourning hall for the eldest lady immediately?" ”

"...... immediately" After Nan Rongwei replied, he sighed weakly, stepped back, and said to Yu Zhao: "Let's go out first, after you come back for so long, you haven't entered the drip, the long night is difficult, I'm afraid that too much sadness will hurt your body, go and use some refreshments and come back to wake the spirit." ”

Yu Zhaomu nodded, walked out, stopped and looked back after a step or two, at this moment Yu Lu was lying on the bed, the familiar face had lost his usual sorrow and timidity, he had never seen her so peaceful and serene, but the terrifying pale color showed that she was already a soulless meat shelf, her life was scattered, she found her roots, and she had lost so many years of blessings and could not enjoy it back, how could she be so determined to abandon the world?

She will be in the coffin in three days, and she will be buried in seven days, Yu Zhao didn't dare to think about it, she was still talking and laughing with her in the morning, how could she only stay for seven days at this moment, how could she be buried in the cold and lightless ground in such a short time?

As soon as he thought of that scene, the collapse could not be controlled again, Yu Zhao stepped forward helplessly, held Nan Rong Wei Xiao's hand and cried in pain, this scene was sad, which provoked De Niang and the girls couldn't help but whimper, Nan Rong Wei Xiao couldn't hold back his sadness, bowed his head and wept endlessly, firmly held Yu Zhao's hand, and took her out.

Chu Zikai followed and wanted to pull Yu Zhao's other hand, but he just touched it, but when he saw her hand shrink, he avoided it again.

It was another resistance, which made Chu Zikai panic in his heart and insisted on taking it, Yu Zhao shook it off again, and said to him in a cold voice: "Now that there is a white matter in Nanrong Mansion, Your Majesty's Ninety-Five Venerable Don't be unlucky, it's inconvenient to stay in the mansion, you go back to Chu Camp tonight." ”

Blatantly drove away, Nan Rong Wei Xiao was a little afraid and panicked, afraid that Chu Zikai would pursue Yu Zhao's rude behavior in a fit of anger, and was just about to make a reconciliation, but heard Yu Zhao say: "If Your Majesty is merciful, or if you have a trace of guilt, please don't appear in front of me these days, let me accompany my mother to the last journey, okay?" ”

A close relative, a beloved, although it is not Yu Lu who Chu Zikai killed directly, but the persecution to kill her was really given by him, and now Yu Zhao is entangled and his heart and lungs are confused, and he is so uncomfortable that he can't pull out his heart and intestines one by one.

Yu Zhao really hopes that he can calm down and think about it alone, see if he can come up with a countermeasure, so that she can know how to face this bad situation in the future.

Perhaps knowing what Yu Zhao was thinking in his heart, it was very rare, Chu Zikai put away his paranoid style these days, and nodded slightly: "Okay, then I will pick you up in seven days, and I won't bother you during the period, you must take good care of yourself." ”

Yu Zhao turned sideways and didn't want to answer, seeing this, Chu Zikai still wanted to speak, so he stopped his mouth, turned around and walked out in frustration.

After a while, the surrounding guards also withdrew, and Nanrong Mansion finally quieted down. The moonlight was cold, commensurate with the dull and lifeless atmosphere in the house, silent, and the sound of tears falling to the ground could be heard clearly.