Li Jiabo didn't tell Mingshu what happened in the investigation, and Mingshu didn't ask.

Maybe Li Jiabo can't investigate, maybe she thinks she is too young to bear, and she can't find out after all.

Then wait for now.

Mingshu did not return to Kyoto in early April, and on the third day after her parents' bodies were recovered, she returned to Kyoto with Li Jiabo to transport the coffin.

When leaving, Li Shuangyan looked at Mingshu with red eyes, but didn't say anything at all.

When the news reached the Pingxi Hou Mansion in the capital, the old lady fainted and invited famous doctors all over the capital. still alarmed the saint, and sent the Tai Hospital to give the old lady an exceptional diagnosis and treatment, and then woke up.

On the day Ming Shu returned to Beijing, she followed behind Li Jiabo in a vegetarian body, looking at the Gu family who was going back again, and her heart was indescribably powerless.

The world is a big reincarnation, and she doesn't know if the ones she has barely changed will go back.

The parents still died on the way to Li's house, and Mingshu was so powerless that she almost collapsed.

The door of the Li family's vermilion and 32 gilded copper nails was wide open, and the gorgeous wall inside lined the entire door of the house in a dark place, like a dead and silent high-rise building.

A group of people rushed out of the courtyard, and finally walked out of the gate and headed straight for the coffin.

Mingshu saw that the familiar grandmother was haggard, on crutches, surrounded by four or five mothers-in-law and maids, and she still looked like she would fall down at any time.

Mingshu's eyes were hot, and her tears became broken beads in an instant.

She ran over to help her grandmother, but the old man took the hand first. The old lady's palm, even if it was trembling slightly, was very warm.

The old lady looked at Mingshu kindly, and two lines of tears slowly flowed from her cloudy eyes, but she slowly turned her face sideways, and only wept silently. After a long time, he said in a trembling voice: "After all, Ling Ling'er is back." ”

But her son never came back.

Mingshu's throat was so painful and swollen that she couldn't speak.

She silently grasped her grandmother's hand and walked to the coffin as the old man trembled.

But as soon as the old man's gaze fell on the coffin, as if he had been electrocuted, he suddenly turned away. Mingshu clenched her grandmother's hand tightly. The old man was silent for a long time, but slowly, he moved his gaze to the coffin inch by inch, and did not look away.

Mingshu's heart seemed to be squeezed by a big hand, but it was strange, and she could continue to gasp and beat little by little.

There are many bloody things in this world, and it is impossible not to face them.

The old lady closed her eyes suddenly, and when she opened them, her eyes were resolute, calm and sad, "Get out of the coffin!" ”

Mingshu let out a long sigh of relief, followed her grandmother, and walked step by step to the Pingxi Hou Mansion.

The mourning hall had already been arranged, and the coffin had to be moved in at this time.

The ever-bright lamps filled the mourning hall, swaying and flickering in the wind, looking vast and sad.

The old lady stood in front of the coffin and stroked the top of Mingshu's hair, "San Lang, Ah Lan, Mingshu, I will take care of you for you." After a pause, "I'm old, and I can't manage some things, everything I can do is done for you, and it's worthy of our mother and son......."

Everyone behind him was silent, only the hoarse voice of the old man sounded in the four corners of the mourning hall. Mingshu remembered that her grandmother also said the same thing in her previous life.

So after Daddy and Auntie left, Grandmother was very good to herself.

In her life, she has never met anyone better than her grandmother to herself.

Mingshu raised her face and said to the old man, "Grandmother, Mingshu will accompany you well." She said seriously.

The old lady raised her hand to wipe the tears that were still hanging on Mingshu's face, and smiled reluctantly: "Ling Ling is the most well-behaved." ”

She raised her crutches and walked forward step by step, "San Lang, San Lang, ......"

Mingshu subconsciously grabbed her grandmother, she was afraid that her grandmother would be the same as her, with the infatuation of going to see the people in the coffin.

If the body is intact, it will take so long for the uncle and the government to look for it? Grandmother can't be allowed to see this.

But the old man only paused along Mingshu's hand, and after calling, it seemed that the power that supported her in her body had finally dissipated, as if the whole person had fallen into decay for a while, and it was so withered that it couldn't do it.

Mingshu was a little scared.

She looked at the big girl beside her grandmother and said, "Chunlan, send grandmother back to rest." ”

Chunlan looked at the old lady, and when she saw that the old lady only closed her eyes and didn't speak, she leaned over to help the old man and said softly, "Old lady, go back and rest." "That's when we went out.

The rest of the people came to the mourning hall in turn to cry, and knelt in front of the coffin with Mingshu to keep the spirit.

The aunt of the second room, Lin, stood beside Mingshu and sobbed, Mingshu subconsciously raised her eyes and glanced at her.

At this time, Lin was a little plump, not so shriveled that there was no flesh at all, his cheeks were slightly rounder, and his cheekbones were not so high. It's just a pair of sharp phoenix eyes, which still look a little mean and sour.

Lin felt that Mingshu was looking at her, and she paused to cry before raising her handkerchief and continuing to sob.

The Lin family is very mean, sharp, and strong. Several aunts and concubines in the second room were crushed to death, and Gu Huali, who was born as a prostitute, was even more miserable, and was almost tortured to death by the Lin family when he was young.

After the death of her grandmother in her previous life, Mingshu lived with the second room.

The Lin family was mean to her everywhere, and Mingshu only thought it was due to her temperament. Later, she was almost raped by Lin Chao, the nephew of the Lin family, in the Peach Blossom Nunnery, and was bumped into by the lord of Chenrui, who had a bad relationship with her, and since then she has been stigmatized, and she can only be forced to marry Lin Chao, who is inferior to beasts......

Now that I think about it, all her misfortunes at the beginning were related to the Lin family.

Mo Ju, who has followed her for many years, actually harmed her everywhere, obviously because of another matter.

Mingshu had a malicious and bold guess in her heart, could it be that this person who wanted to harm herself was actually the Lin family all along?

……

Everyone knelt until midnight, and Lin began to shout that he couldn't stand it anymore, so the eldest uncle came forward to let everyone go back to rest.

Mingshu doesn't want to go back, she wants to accompany Daddy and Auntie here.

Mingming was reborn and came back, but in the blink of an eye, it was life and death, Mingshu felt that this sense of regret and powerlessness could simply drive him crazy.

But the eldest uncle Gu Jin has always been the same, and Mingshu is young, so he can't help it, so he has to go back.

Hongli hadn't seen Mingshu for a long time, and she missed her so much, but she knew that she was sad, so she had to ask gently, "Is the lady hungry?" I boiled bean porridge, and it was just warm, so let's eat some? ”

The night was very cold, and after kneeling for so long, Mingshu was hungry and had no appetite.

But before she could shake her head, Hongli raised her feet and walked out, saying, "I added a lot of brown sugar, sweet and glutinous, very delicious." ”

Mingshu sat under the dim light and waited for the red knotweed, almost falling asleep.

Red Lotus lightly wiped Mingshu's face with a hot-water soaked handkerchief, and Mingshu came to her senses in an instant.

"Then the lady has some porridge?"

The porcelain glaze is illuminated by the candlelight like congealed fat, and the bean porridge in the bowl is warm in color.

Mingshu took a small sip, and her mouth was full of sweetness, the taste was glutinous and delicate, and the warmth was just right, and she suddenly felt full of sweetness.