Sheng Mingzhu climbed into the courtyard wall, and did not dare to act rashly, but first asked Xia Yu to investigate and find out.

After waiting for about half a pillar of incense, Xia Yu came back, holding a few sackcloth plain clothes from nowhere.

"Put this on, and you shouldn't be discovered."

This is a good idea, Sheng Mingzhu took the white clothes in her hand, draped them over her body, covered the original clothes, and took off the hairpin ring on her head, pretending to be a mourning maid in the courtyard.

The courtyard was noisy, and the people in the house were so busy that they didn't occupy the house, and there were too many things to be busy with, and no one would pay attention to the whereabouts of the three of them.

Sheng Mingzhu looked at her outfit at the moment with satisfaction, quietly sneaked into the front yard, swaggered into the team of the crying spirit, others were crying, she covered her face with plain cloth, and her eyes looked around for traces of Mu Changqing.

When I caught a glimpse of kneeling in the front, with his back to her, and a tall and upright figure with a heavy filial piety, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and just as he thought about finding some excuse to get close to him later, he saw the person in front with his back to her turn around.

Sheng Mingzhu's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly lowered his head and covered his face firmly.

Just now, I only looked at a back, and I thought it was Mu Changqing, but I didn't expect that I recognized the wrong person, and that person was clearly twilight.

Fortunately, she hid quickly just now and was not discovered, otherwise she would have fallen into the hands of Twilight Changyou, and her ten mouths would not be able to explain clearly.

The heirs of the Mu family are thin, Princess Changle has only one son under her knees, the only parent, who died tragically in her prime, leaving only two young grandchildren.

Mu Changqing was not there, Sheng Mingzhu could only suppress his temperament and continue to wait.

Mu Changqing is the eldest son of Changning Houfu, and the saint let him out again, so it is reasonable, at this time, he should appear here to guard his grandmother's spirit.

Time passed little by little, and the howling cries in her ears rang out over and over again, but the person she was waiting for did not appear.

Sheng Mingzhu waited a little irritably, and built a shed outside the mourning hall to cover the heavy snow overhead, which could not cover the cold wind rushing in all around, and he knelt for a while, his knees were cold, and he almost lost consciousness.

It shouldn't.

Mu Changqing is by no means such a person, how could he not come to see the old lady on his last journey, he can't say why, Sheng Mingzhu just doesn't believe it, he will do this kind of thing, think about it, the only possibility is that he was tripped by someone, or forcibly guarded.

With Twilight's hatred for him, it's entirely possible.

Thinking of this, Sheng Mingzhu couldn't stay any longer, reached out and dragged Xia Yu and Xia Xue who were crying beside him, and motioned for them to find a chance to sneak away.

The old mansion of Changle, where the old lady lives, is not big or small, noisy and chaotic, but it is not easy to find someone, Sheng Mingzhu lowered her head, covered her face and wandered around for a long time, but she did not find Mu Changqing's residence, just when they were about to find an excuse to quietly find someone to inquire.

Suddenly, I heard an angry voice behind me, "You three don't cry in the mourning hall, what are you hiding here?" ”

The one who spoke was a middle-aged woman about forty years old, with a loud voice and a stern tone, and she knew that her status in the house was not low when she listened to the tone of this training.

Sheng Mingzhu turned around and glanced at her quietly, seeing that her face was rigid, her expression was serious, her hair accessories and makeup were meticulous, and her dress on her body was inconspicuous, but it was not something that ordinary people could afford, and her eyes fell on the pattern of the hem of her clothes, which was clearly a pattern that could only be worn by the palace attendants.

This grandmother is from the palace.

Sheng Mingzhu's flustered mood was certain, and he saluted her and said softly: "There are not enough people in front, the slave and maid are on the order of the steward, come over to see if there are still people here who can help." ”

Sheng Mingzhu's eyes were calm, and her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, which made people feel the weakness of her heart at all.

"Steward Li asked you to come over?" The mother who spoke stepped forward and looked at the three of them with hooked eyes.