Through the cold coffin, Shui Qingqing's eyes looked at Mei Zijin with an indifferent face, and the hand holding the coffin trembled slightly-

Intuitively, he would reject himself ruthlessly again.

Sure enough, looking at Shui Qingqing's hand blocking the coffin, Mei Zijin's long eyebrows were almost inaudible, and her heart was clear about the purpose of her request, and her expression couldn't help but flash with disgust.

In the next moment, Mei Zijin raised his hand and pressed it on the lid of the coffin, looked at Shui Qingqing opposite with cold eyes, and said coldly word by word: "Ben Hou said that the Hou Mansion doesn't mind raising you one more idler." But if you have to make an inch and dare to make a living here, don't blame Benhou for being ruthless! ”

As soon as these words came out, Shui Qingqing's whole body was cold, and she finally understood it completely in her heart-

From the fact that the eldest prince closed the coffin and did not inform her to be there, it actually showed Mei Zijin's attitude.

Just as he said, he only regarded her as an idler who ate idle meals, and kept her for the sake of her begging, but he never really regarded her as a person from the Hou Mansion, and even denied her husband and wife relationship with the eldest prince, and denied her identity as the eldest young lady......

The hands holding the coffin hung down weakly, and Shui Qingqing looked at Mei Zijin with an indifferent face opposite in despair and resentment. But the latter didn't look at her anymore, pushed it with his hand, closed the coffin lid, and everything - the coffin was conclusive!

After the eldest prince officially sealed the coffin, everyone else retreated silently, leaving only the night watchman.

Because Mei Zichu had no heirs, several nephews of the Mei clan took the initiative to ask to stay behind the guard, but they were all rejected by Mei Zijin.

Looking at the boiling and non-stop snow, Mei Zijin looked sad and said sadly: "I have been fighting outside all the year round, and I get together with my brother less and leave more. Now that he's gone, I want to accompany my eldest brother on his last journey. ”

Seeing off all the relatives, Mei Zijin returned to the empty mourning hall, regardless of the fatigue of the past few days, lifted his robe and knelt down respectfully in front of the spirit.

The nose smelled a faint cool mint smell again.

With a stunned expression, Mei Zijin's eyes fell on the place where Shui Qingqing had stood, where a small box fell.

You don't have to think about it to know that the small box was dropped by Shui Qingqing. Therefore, Mei Zijin didn't pay attention to it, and bent down to add paper money to the brazier one by one.

Mei Zichu is the eldest son of Mu Enhou, and his biological mother Tan died in childbirth as soon as he was born, and he was raised by his mother-in-law Cen Shi, and his relationship with Mei Zijin has been the most intimate since childhood.

It's just that the perennial wind and sand have already made Mei Zijin, a young marquis with a heavy army, feel indifferent and angry, even if he is sad in his heart, he will always look indifferent and indifferent on his face.

If he didn't care too much about his eldest brother in his heart, with Mei Zijin's reason, he would not have agreed to Mrs. Hou's proposal and made a ridiculous decision to let the eldest brother marry his wife.

But as a result, the eldest brother still died......

Thinking of Chongxi, Mei Zijin couldn't help but think of Shui Qingqing again in her mind, and her heart suddenly sank, and the doubts about her in her heart surged up again like a fog.

Intuitively, Sheng Yu, who wrote love poems to him, is like a flower growing in a greenhouse, ignorant of the height of the sky, self-righteous and superficial and ridiculous.

But Sheng Yu, who appeared in front of him, was like a rock immersed in a cold pool, resolute and cold on the outside, and unfathomable on the inside.

Are the two personalities with such great contrasts really the same person?

Mo Ran, Mei Zijin, who was full of doubts in his heart, followed the cool smell that had been wafting between his nose, and his eyes fell on the small box left by Shui Qingqing on the ground again.

After a closer look, Mei Zijin's expression was slightly stunned.