Prostrate, incense, and put into the furnace. The white tent is in the wind, there are a few candles in the house, the wind moves the pine and bamboo leaves, the warbler hesitates for a long time, Nuo Nuo lifts up the white tent, and gently stops on the side of the plain man, leans over, and his voice is hoarse:

"Young lady...... You've never closed your eyes all night, go have some breakfast. ”

Shen Zhihe didn't squint, he only looked at the spiritual position offered on the incense table, and the sandalwood smoke slowly floating on the incense burner on both sides almost blurred the words engraved on the tablet-

Therefore, the spirit of the Wei family in the side room of the Shen family.

The fragrance became more and more intense, rich and elegant, as if it were accompanied by the smell of fire and ashes, and the tablet was entwined.

"What time is it?"

When the incense in the incense case burned out, Shen Zhihe opened her mouth, her snort soothed a little, she turned her head, and her face was bright and dark under the light of the lamp and candle.

Ying'er hurriedly stepped forward to help her, her eyes were red, and she obviously cried all night: "Back to the young lady, it's already the hour." ”

Shen Zhihe got up with Ying'er's hand, the jade knee left, the futon stiffened upright, it was already numb, she almost slipped, after a period of dizziness, Shen Zhihe spit out turbidity, his cloudy eyes were a little clearer, and his eyes were dark and blue:

"They...... Did you go to the funeral? ”

The tip of Ying'er's nose was sour, and her apricot eyes were filled with mist in an instant, she sucked her nose, helped Shen Zhihe to sit down on the collapsed table, knelt on the edge of the collapse and gently rubbed her knees for her:

"I left an hour ago, and I think it's already buried."

Shen Zhihe flicked her sleeves, the cuffs were lightly soaked with sandalwood, she gently pushed open the small window next to the desk, and the cold wind immediately entered, blowing her cheeks painfully, and also blowing away the smoke in the pavilion.

I saw that the clouds in the early winter sky were surging, rolling like stormy waves, laying a layer of darkness in the sky, in which the raindrops were oozing and falling, and the rain did not stop for a day and a night, and thousands of water filaments poured down, adding a bit of loneliness and loneliness.

They walk briskly, gliding over the corners of the eaves, dripping through the cracks in the tiles, squeezing into the damp black dirt to nourish the flowers and trees.

Shen Zhihe looked at it.

"Did Father go?"

She muttered, and as soon as her voice fell, she replied to herself as if deprecating herself: "How could it be, I thought too much." ”

Ying'er's tears that she had endured for a long time finally fell, she wiped them indiscriminately, and looked up at Shen Zhihe:

"The Prime Minister respects Mrs. as the side room, enters the Shen family jade, and adds several times the funeral, since the lady's coffin arrived, the emperor gave a special order to remember her martyrdom, and the lady's coffin was buried for seven days, and chose today's auspicious time to be buried, which is already a great ......."

Shen Zhihe turned back sharply, his eyes full of sarcasm, which startled Ying'er and stopped her mouth.

"I know what you're trying to say."

Shen Zhihe looked at her for a while, and finally shook his head, irritability drilled into the corners of his forehead, causing a slight pain, she held her breath and raised her hand, pressed the acupuncture points on the side of her eyebrows, and continued:

"Well, you don't understand."

Ying'er was dumb, her eyes were shining, she only lowered her head and continued to rub her knees for Shen Zhihe, only when Shen Zhihe was in an irritable mood, she didn't dare to say anything more.

The splashes of water fell and fell, drifting in along the window, and Shen Zhihe hit the plain white skirt, splashing a few dark lines.

Shen Zhihe lifted her eyelids, and most of her sorrow was gone, she looked around, and there were white tents all over her eyes, this was the boudoir before she got married.

Shen Xiang specially ordered to set up a mourning hall in the Shen Mansion, Emperor Wei gave Wei's edict again, even Gong Wang Wei Jingqi came to incense, today Wei went out of the city to be buried, only to wait for the expiration of three years, you can return the tablet to Luoyang.

Everyone in Huai'an City said that it was an honor to have such pomp and circumstance after the death of an outer room.

After the Wei family's coffin entered the city, even Mrs. Meng allowed her to go back to her mother's house to mourn, and Shen Zhihe had been living in this Shen Mansion for seven days.

But who are these posthumous titles for?

"Young Lady ......"

Ying'er Nuonuo raised her head, her hand movements did not stop, she secretly glanced at Shen Zhihe's face, and said word by word:

"Young Master, he ...... today It's time to go back. ”

Shen Zhihe was kneading the two fingers in the center of her eyebrows, she raised her eyebrows, and suddenly said, "You go and bring some breakfast,"

"Yes!"

Ying'er hurriedly responded, rejoicing at the idea that Shen Zhihe was finally willing to eat, dispelling some of the sadness in her heart, she got up and walked out quickly.

Only Shen Zhihe was left in the cabinet.

She loosened her knees, which were not so stiff, stood up with the table, walked very slowly, lifted the white tent with her bare hands, and stood still beside the incense table.

Shen Zhihe twisted three sticks of incense, lit it with a flint, and the smoke curled up her eyes, she looked at it for a while, bowed three times, and then firmly inserted the incense into the incense burner.

She knelt on the futon again, but with a stack of scriptures in her hands.

Shen Zhihe raised his arm and gently sent the scriptures copied by himself into the copper basin, watching the paper being swallowed by the tongue of fire, the heat surging up, and the smoke hurt his hands.

“…… Mother. ”

Shen Zhihe opened her mouth dumbly, she didn't raise her head, just blindly looked at the copper basin that was burning hot.

"Have you ever complained?"

Grievances are a posture of falling into the city, but he is willing to be Shen Xiang's outer room, hiding for a lifetime, hiding for a lifetime, but in the end he died in a foreign land.

Say it's not a complaint, these days have been stormy, heavy rain every day, and some people have already talked about Wei's death in a tragic state, I'm afraid that I am unwilling.

But if it is resentful, ten years after Shen Xiang came to the door, she has lived a richer life than anyone else.

Shen Zhihe burned all the yellow paper and scriptures in his hand, only then did he raise his eyes, looking at the spirit card, the corners of his eyes were red, Shen Zhihe sat on his knees, his hands folded on his knees in a regular manner, his posture was quiet and supple, only so that his whole body was wrapped in dead silence.

She seemed to be asking her biological mother Wei, and she seemed to be asking herself:

"Mother, you ...... Rest in peace. ”

Two lines of clear tears finally fell.

Someone behind him entered, closed the pavilion door, and then walked in steadily, lifted the white tent, and stood next to Shen Zhihe, the man bent down, gently wiped away the tears on Shen Zhihe's face, and made a soft sound in armor:

"Ah He, I'm back."

Shen Zhihe raised his eyes, and instantly filled with tears.

Meng Jinghuai was dressed in the dust, and he didn't even change his armor, thinking that he came directly to the Shen Mansion after returning to Huai'an and going to Emperor Wei.

He was covered in rain, and even a few smears of broken hair on his forehead were wet and sticking to his forehead.

Meng Jinghuai carefully wiped away Shen Zhihe's tears, his eyes were full of pity, and then he straightened up, took out the fresh willow leaves from his arms, and placed them in the porcelain vase in front of the case.

The willow trembles, and the wind moves.

He silently held three sticks of incense and lit them, and then bowed respectfully three times before inserting them into the incense burner.

"Day and night, I finally caught up, come to this incense."

The willow leaves in the white porcelain vase moved with the wind, Shen Zhihe's fingertips pinched a handkerchief, she wanted to stop the continuous tears, but the more she hid it, the more the tears rolled down like a broken thread of pearl and jade.

Shen Zhihe hadn't cried in the past seven days, but when she met Meng Jinghuai's eyes, she couldn't stop it.

“…… You don't have to rush back like this. ”

Shen Zhihe lowered her eyes, she propped herself up, as if she had been poked in the heartstrings, but she didn't dare to look at the people around her.