"Miss Seven, do you want to get up?"

Mingwei, who was lying in clothes, sat up from the bed and looked at the girl who came in.

She remembered that this was the second lady's henchman, named Qiu Yu.

"What about Duofu?"

"Duofu just fell on the road, and it has been a little inconvenient these days, so the second lady ordered the slave maid to serve Miss Seven for a few days." Qiu Yu said with a smile.

Mingwei tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Bingxin and Sujie won't also wrestle, right?" ”

Qiu Yu replied: "The third lady will be buried immediately, and the two sisters are originally serving closely, and they have many things to do. ”

Mingwei stopped asking, got up to wash, and changed into filial piety clothes.

Qiu Yu put her in a mourning bun and put on sackcloth, and there were no ornaments.

Seeing that she was plain and white, her lips and teeth became more and more red, her eyebrows were picturesque, and Qiu Yu couldn't help but say: "Miss Seven was born so well......"

After only half of the words, seeing that her expression suddenly turned sharp, Qiu Yu was startled, and immediately said: "The slave said the wrong thing, Miss Seven, don't be angry." ”

Mingwei suddenly smiled: "You praise me, how can I be angry?" ”

Qiu Yu was so furious by her laughter that she didn't dare to speak again.

"Is the mourning hall already?"

Qiu Yu hurriedly replied: "It's already set." ”

Mingwei nodded: "You go to the kitchen to get some porridge, I have enough strength to guard the soul when I am full." ”

Qiu Yu thought to herself, this seventh lady is really calm, and she still remembers eating at this time. Filial sons and grandsons, shouldn't they "go without food for three days", "sleep on pillows" and "crawl and cry" to show their filial piety and sorrow? Even if she no longer strictly follows the ancient rites now, she doesn't cry or mourn like this, what do people think?

But she is not Yu Fangyuan's maid, so she won't have much to do, so she just responded: "Yes." ”

Qiu Yu went out to tell the little girl, Mingwei closed her eyes and recuperated.

Why did Duofu fall so well, this was deliberately arranged by the Ming family, so that Qiu Yu could spy on her.

Needless to say, she went to Xinyuan for Mrs. Ming San last night, and she was made aware of the ugly thing of the Ming family, and she was worried that she would leak the ugliness of her family.

Mingwei rubbed the golden hairpin in his arms.

Since the Ming family wants to monitor, then monitor.

Think you'll have peace of mind? Let them dream for a while.

After a while, the little girl came with a food box.

There is a funeral at home, and naturally there is no big fish and meat. Mingwei ate the rice porridge with a plate of pickles, sorted out his clothes again, and went to the mourning hall to keep a watch.

In just one day, the Ming Mansion was white, diluting the spring light a little.

Mingwei stepped on the morning dewdrops, walked to the fork in the road, paused slightly, and looked at the willow tree at the end.

Her mana recovered a little, and she could clearly see that the blood on that murderous creature had faded a lot.

Almost, now that she's released, she's already capable of subduing it.

"Miss Seven?" The autumn rain urged behind him.

Mingwei continued to walk forward.

When she arrived at the mourning hall, the second lady hurriedly put down the matter at hand, and came over to ask for warmth: "Why did you get up so early?" You didn't sleep much last night, and you didn't squint for a while until the fourth watch. You are young and frail, and you are overly sad, and the wake is laborious, and you must not be careless. ”

asked Qiu Yu again: "Can you take porridge for Miss Seven?" If you can't eat any more, you have to eat some, otherwise how can you have the strength to cry? ”

Qiu Yu is not easy to say, Miss Seven's appetite is very good, and she didn't stop eating two bowls in a row, so she could only say: "Madame, don't worry, Miss Seven has used porridge." ”

Mingwei gave a salute and said lightly: "The second aunt didn't sleep much, and she was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground this day and night." Shall I, as a child, be lazy? Mother has gone, how many days can I see Ciyan? ”

The second lady wiped away her tears when she heard this: "You are so filial, your mother will be happy if you know it." ”

Mingwei neither spoke nor cried with her, just stood like that, looking indifferent.

The second lady couldn't help muttering in her heart, this Xiao Qi, although it is good, but it is still a little different from ordinary people. Seeing her like this, it's not that she doesn't mourn, but she can't show it on her face. There's still a little bit of this stupidity, right?

There was no response, and it was impossible to stage a scene of mourning and crying.

The second lady had no choice but to accept her crying and said, "Qiu Yu, you are so good to serve Miss Seven, don't make her tired." ”

And after he had told him a great deal, he went back to his own business.

As soon as the second lady left, Mingwei walked to the spirit and knelt down.

She didn't cry either, just threw paper money into the brazier one by one.

The sun is getting higher, and people close to the Ming family have come to the door to offer condolences.

Seeing this Seventh Lady who never appeared in front of people, she had to whisper.

Previously, I only knew that this Seventh Miss was mentally deficient and had a disease of stupidity. Although I heard about it, most of it was just a joke.

I didn't expect the real person to look like this.

When I was old, I couldn't help but think of the girl of the Ji family who was very good-hearted, and sighed for a while.

The cause of Mrs. Mingsan's death was more or less rumored. It's just that most of the people who come to mourn are familiar with each other and will never mention it.

The funeral went so smoothly and smoothly, which made the second lady breathe a sigh of relief.

……

In the letter garden, Yang Shu was half-lying on a chair, lazily basking in the sun.

Holding a book in his hand, he seems to be working hard, but when he looks closely, it is a picture.

This is a popular picture album in the market, with more paintings and fewer words, most of which tell the story of talented and beautiful women before and after the moon.

"That's what she told you?" Yang Shu flipped through the album and asked Ah Juan, who was peeling the fruit.

"Yes."

Yang Shu probed over, grabbed Ah Juan's hand, and bit off a piece of pulp.

Ah Wan waited for a while, but there was no response, so he asked, "Should Childe be?" ”

Yang Shu raised his eyebrows: "You actually care about this matter?" ”

Ah Juan smiled: "I think it's a little interesting." ”

"What's interesting?"

Ah Wan forked a piece of pulp with a skewer, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. After eating, he said: "If the ugliness of the family is not publicized, it is not right for the Ming family to be ugly, and it will be wrong to poke it outside." This is a customary clan rule, if she really does this, she will really avenge the third lady of Ming, and I am afraid that she will also be criticized by the world. ”

"But she's not really Miss Ming......"

"So what? She's wearing that skin! In the world, who can escape the world? Even if he is out of the house, he has to talk about seniority outside the party, who wants to associate with a person who can stab even the family? ”

Yang Shu laughed when he heard it: "Listening to what you say, I'm very optimistic about her!" ”

Ah Wan said: "She hits a stone with an egg like this, how can the slave and maid be optimistic about her?" After thinking about it, he added, "It looks smart, but it's actually stupid." ”

Yang Shu said: "She is a mystery. ”

Ah Juan disagreed: "Xuanshi is also in the red dust, so he said that Xuandu Guan, how many years have you been fighting for the position of the master?" Didn't the original viewer be ousted because of this unspeakable thing? This is the human heart! ”

Yang Shu applauded, and praised without sincerity: "It makes sense, Ah Juan is so smart!" ”

Ah Wan snorted: "It's so weird, you might as well not boast." ”

Yang Shu laughed, ate the last piece of pulp on the plate, and said, "Call Ah Xuan over." ”

Ah Juan's movements stopped, and he looked at him: "Childe, this is a promise?" ”

"Like you said, it's interesting." Yang Shu shook the album in his hand, "I'm too idle to look at this thing here, it's okay to listen to her once." I don't know, but I'll find a way for us. ”