Chapter 125: Taijun Funeral
Walking to the corner of the verandah, Mu Changqing, who was in a hurry, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look in the direction of Sheng Mingzhu.
The girls who were still chattering non-stop were suddenly silenced, and before everyone could react, Mu Changqing had already turned his head and disappeared from view.
Seeing the people leaving, there was almost no sound, and the girl who had quieted down suddenly boiled again.
There are endless words of praise and appreciation, and of course, there are also teasing and laughing words.
Sheng Mingzhu retracted her gaze, and in the laughter around her, only she didn't have a smile on her face, and there was a little girl next to her who couldn't hold back the inquirer who came to ask.
Ask who this peerless son who has never seen it is, and how he has never seen it.
Zhang Yuxin observed the look on Sheng Mingzhu's face, and when she saw that her expression was different, she couldn't help but be curious: "Mingzhu, do you know that son?" β
"We've only met before."
Although Sheng Mingzhu replied, his mind was obviously not here, Mu Changqing came over in such a hurry to find someone just now, couldn't it be Princess Changle who lived in seclusion?
At that time, Princess Changle had admired the eldest grandson of Changning Hou and his wife, and His Royal Highness Qianqing knelt all night, boiling down his body, and I heard that he had been lying in bed for the past few years, holding on to his life, and he couldn't say that it would be gone that day.
The case of Changning Houfu was personally decided by the saint back then, but now he suddenly changed his words, and allowed Mu Changqing to go out of the Baita Temple, and the saint said that this move was tantamount to slapping himself in the face.
I heard that he has been serving Princess Changle since he came out, could it be because Princess Changle is dying, leaving him to see the last face?
"Did Imperial Doctor Zhang go to Princess Changle's Mansion to ask for a pulse before?"
"Princess Changle is the old lady who is still alive in Changning Houfu?" Listening to the princess Changle in Sheng Mingzhu's mouth, Zhang Yuxin was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to react to who she said, "Grandfather will go over every few days, but that Taijun's body suffered a lot of losses in the early years, and now he is just staying up." Zhang Yuxin shook her head, the meaning of her words was obvious, and it was unknown whether she could survive this winter.
"Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?" Zhang Yuxin said curiously, and the spirit in his mind flashed, "Isn't that the prince just now a person from Princess Changle's mansion?" β
Sheng Mingzhu didn't speak, a few little girls over there were looking for someone to come over, and a few people were asking with curiosity on their faces: "Do you know who the son who came to look for his grandfather just now?" β
The subordinates in the mansion estimated that they were often approached by several young ladies for questioning, listening to the gossip of each family, and they were not curious about it, so they told them what they had just seen and heard, and found something that they could say.
"You mean, that prince came here with a greeting post from Changning Houfu?"
"Changning Houfu? Didn't you say that there was only that Mu Xiaoshizi left in that Changning Houfu? When did there be such a handsome son, could it be that Mu Xiaoshizi's staff was around? β
"It would be a pity if it was just a staff member." A girl said regretfully, willing to be a guest staff member in the prince's mansion, and her family background is definitely not high.
Although their Zhang family is not a noble mansion in Beijing, they also have a little faΓ§ade, if the family status is too low, the elders in the family will definitely not respond.
"I don't think so, that person has an extraordinary temperament, and at a glance, you can see that he is not an ordinary person."
"I think it's ...... too"
A few little girls were very bold, and when they talked about these topics, they didn't blush, and a few people talked about it, but they looked funny.
"Grandfather was in a hurry just now, but the noble family was sick?"
The subordinate who replied glanced at Zhang Yuxin, hesitated for a while before saying, "It's the Taijun who lives alone in Changning Houfu." β
Hearing this, Zhang Yuxin subconsciously glanced at Sheng Mingzhu and saw that her face was unwavering, obviously she had guessed this result.
There was nothing to ask about the following words, but the few little girls next to them were still interested, and pulled the little girl in Mrs. Zhang's hospital to ask a lot of questions, until they couldn't ask anything, and then let him go back.
Sheng Mingzhu played in the house for a while, and only got up to say goodbye and go back until it was getting late.
Princess Changle's body is indeed dying.
Mu Changqing has been staying by the bedside for the past few days, almost sleepless all night, his eyes are red, and his cold and handsome face is also a little haggard.
Imperial Physician Zhang let go of the old lady's hand, was silent for a while, shook his head at Mu Changqing and said, "The old man can't do anything." β
Although he is called the holy hand of the divine doctor, he is only a human being, the old lady is like this, he relies on his heart to support him, and he may die at any time, at this time, even the golden pill is useless.
"Mushi...... Childe, in this case, it is better for you to make plans early. The implication is obvious.
Imperial Physician Zhang stood up, looked at the handsome and extraordinary young man in front of him, sighed, explained a few words to the full-time medical woman in the house, and left with someone.
It's not that he doesn't save it, it's really powerless.
Mu Changqing sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his unconscious grandmother on the bed, an unspeakable sadness suddenly appeared on his face, and he put his hand on his forehead, as if to cover the uncontrollable sad expression on his face.
My father is gone, my mother is gone, my husband is gone, and now even my grandmother, who loves him the most, is it gone?
His eyes were astringent, he blinked twice with great effort, thinking that there would be tears falling, but he found that there was nothing, and when he reached out to touch it, the corners of his eyes were dry and only astringent and painful.
Mu Changqing turned his back to everyone, no one could know what kind of expression he was at the moment, but the loneliness and indifference revealed in his back made no one dare to step forward.
Mu Changqing sat in silence for a long time, stretched out his hand to re-fold the brocade quilt that Imperial Physician Zhang had just opened, and then stood up and whispered to the steward guarding the door: "Go to the palace and invite Mu Shizi to come over to see Taijun for the last time." β
The snow was white, and everything in heaven and earth seemed to be frozen in ice.
Only life and death!
Not long after Sheng Mingzhu returned home, he heard someone outside reporting a funeral, and the old lady of Changning Houfu went.
I had a guess in my heart, but I didn't expect it to come so soon.
Today, the snow stopped, a few plum blossoms specially cut by Liuli are in full bloom, and the fragrance of plum is faintly floating in the room with the charcoal stove, Sheng Mingzhu's hand plucking the flower branch stopped, and his eyes glanced out of the window.
Through the candlelight outside the window, it seemed that snowflakes were floating in the air again.
I don't know what the man is doing now.
Thinking that the man was kneeling there alone at the moment, personally bidding farewell to the last person in the world who loved him, and bearing the vicious speculation of others, the world was so big that there was no place to stay, and he couldn't help but feel a tingling in his heart.
Sheng Mingzhu covered her heart with her hand.
The young man she once remembered, smart and bright, smart and clean, was not at all as cold and lonely as she is now, rejecting people thousands of miles away.