In late spring and March, miscellaneous trees grow flowers.

In the Jing'an Hou Mansion, it seems that there is a terrible spring cold, which makes this spring season suddenly become a cold winter.

The mansion was so quiet that it looked like a huge tomb.

And indeed it is.

Pei Jinzhen looked up and looked out of the half-open window.

The white silk cloth floating all over the courtyard, the white paper lanterns dangling, and the faint sound of mourning in the courtyard in front of him made the courtyard more and more cold, not worse than the tomb, just more gorgeous.

She curled the corners of her lips and wanted to laugh, but there was an itch in her throat, and a low cough sounded in the room, breaking the strange silence.

Shredded footsteps went from the cloister all the way into the room.

When the door opened, the coughing stopped, as if it was blocked by something.

Pei Jinzhen bit the tip of his tongue, and then he could barely suppress the cough, and even the sweetness that came up from his throat was also suppressed.

Outside the door of the "Madame ......" hole, there was a young servant woman wearing a lilac-colored banana cloth bijia, who was also in the year of the letter, with filial piety wrapped around her waist, and after opening the door, she stood at the door of the room, paused slightly, and then entered the room. That was Pei Jinzhen's companion room, and the Qingluo who served in front of her in the past was also the few people left around her who could still be trusted.

Pei Jinzhen sat by the dressing table by the window, with his back to the door, against the light, which made people a little unable to see clearly.

Qingluo leaned over and said, "Madam, I heard that our Hou Ye ...... Oh! No! It's our prince's coffin, it's already in the city, we have to hurry to the gate of the mansion to meet it, and now, the old lady is eager to take our mistakes, there is no prince...... If...... How can you live these days? ”

Qingluo pressed his voice lightly and lowly, and his tone was as smooth and gentle as possible, but in the end, he couldn't help but lose speed, and there was a two-point vibrato in the tail.

Pei Jinji's originally plain face trembled slightly. After a pause, she slowly raised her face, and the spring light by the window penetrated in, gently enveloping her. Dressed in a plain body, no fat powder, a face, with two points of thin paleness, even so, it can't hide that beautiful appearance, but it is even more set off with a pair of eyes quiet, adding two points of moving Chuchu.

Only at this time, her beautiful eyes were a little out of sight, only looking at a certain place in the void, in a daze.

Seeing this, Qingluo sighed softly, blinked the wetness under her eyes, raised her hand, took the wooden comb from the dressing table, helped her brush her hair, tidied up her bun, and then picked a snow-white silk flower and inserted it into the thick sideburns.

"Let's go! Madam! Seeing that everything was in order, Qingluo stood up and stretched out his hand to help Pei Jinzhen.

"Green snails!" Pei Jinzhen finally opened her mouth at this time, and I don't know if it was because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was a little hoarse, and she always felt that it didn't match her beautiful face.

"You keep these for me." With a slight push, he pushed a three-layer rosewood studded snail inlaid with a hundred treasures on the dressing table to the green snail.

Qingluo looked at it, but it changed color, "Madam, you are ......" paused, and barely maintained a steady tone, but he couldn't hide his eagerness...... Although the prince is gone, we still have to live a good life......"

"Naturally, you have to live a good life." Pei Jinzhen interrupted her with a smile, "Is it possible, do I still want to die or live for him?" If it were an ordinary couple, it would still be possible, but we ...... is clearly a pair of resentful couples. He's dead...... I didn't want to continue to look at each other and hate each other, torturing each other. It was said as if there was really no half-heartedness, with a hint of unspeakable sarcasm.

Qingluo looked at her and was silent for a long time, but there were tears in her eyes.

Pei Jinzhen looked at her, and smiled lightly, "Don't think about it too much, I just let you keep it for me, just in case." After his death, he was honored and became the king of Jing'an of Daliang, even if I was not mentioned in the holy decree of the edict, I am also his surviving person, and no one dares to do anything to me blatantly. There is still a place to stay. ”

"The third sister is really big-hearted! The husband's bones are not cold, and he has not even been buried, but the third sister is already here thinking about the future. A smiling voice suddenly sounded outside the door, Qingluo was startled, suddenly turned his head to look, and saw a figure walking in, even for the funeral of the Marquis of Jing'an, dressed plainly, but the material is excellent, people who know the goods, naturally know the luxury. Pei Jinyun is also a beautiful woman, but when she was pressed by Pei Jinji's beauty, she was a little overshadowed. Only at this time, between her complexions, there was a pride that she couldn't hide, and even when she looked around this room with exquisite atmosphere everywhere, she no longer felt as dazzling as before.

It's just that when his eyes turned to Pei Jinji, who was half-hanging his head and sitting quietly, as if he had never looked at her, as if she were a superfluous Pei Jinji, he not only felt dazzling, but also piercing.

"It is said that the daughter is pretty and filial. This filial piety suit is more suitable for the third sister, but look, how good-looking! Her words were also tingling.

"Concubine Niangniang, please be cautious." Qingluo was angry.

"Yikes!" Pei Jinyun seemed to realize that she had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly raised her hand to cover her lips with a handkerchief, "My sister forgot for a while, the third sister has recently lost her husband, even if you and King Jing'an are already in good shape, and the husband and wife are not harmonious, but how can you also lose your husband, and people outside say that the third sister is hard, and your fate is bad, both Kezi and Kefu, the third sister must be sad enough." My sister really shouldn't ...... is open-mouthed again, mentioning the sad things of the third sister. ”

That being said, her eyes were shining, and when she looked at Pei Jinji, she clearly carried a gloating that she couldn't hide.

Qingluo was trembling with anger, she had naturally heard such words, but how could she dare to reveal half a sentence in front of Pei Jinzhen? Unexpectedly, when the fourth aunt came, she poured out all these words in one go, and added oil and vinegar..... Qingluo quietly looked at Pei Jinzhen, and saw that her face was quite calm, as if she had not been affected at all, only her complexion, but she was two points whiter.

Qingluo's heart is sour.

It's nothing else, but this Brother Yu is a wound in Mrs.'s heart, and the fourth aunt is also a mother, how can she bear to poke Mrs.'s sore spot like this?

"Fourth sister, today, it's special to come to see me, it's really bothering." Pei Jinzhen finally spoke to Pei Jinyun, but his tone was light, and he couldn't hear joy or anger.

She is so light and light, but it makes Pei Jinyun's heart unhappy, she didn't deliberately run this trip just to see her like this.

So, Pei Jinyun snorted, "Naturally, Tete came to see the third sister." The third sister has a good life, she is born in the belly of Mrs. Zheng, with the name of a young lady, she is clearly useless, but she can marry a high family, and she is destined to be added. But I'm afraid, that is, the life of the third sister is too good, Jing'anhou and Brother Yu are gone, but you can still live well alone, don't you say? Third sister? ”