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Cui Jingshi pretended to be reluctant for a while before following You Zhen to the backyard.

Luo Xuyan was busy until Yin, and she rested, but as soon as the morning dawned, she got up again, and Steward Wang also came to the inn early, and everyone made the final count, and then they were ready to leave.

Xu Yaoyao rushed to the shop and sent her daughter out, so she had to tell her, and when she was done, she had to see if the things in her carriage were complete.

“…… Why is Ahachi here? When she saw Cui Jing, who was playing on her toes, she asked puzzled.

Luo Xuyan said calmly: "I want to take him to Jingzhou with me." ”

"Ayan." Xu Yaoyao said: "You didn't go to Jingzhou to play. ”

"Mother, I know very well." With a hint of a smile, Luo Xuyan said: "Ah Ba remembered some things, he seemed to have lived in Jingzhou in the past, so I took him with me, and said that I could find his family if I couldn't do it?" ”

Xu Yaoyao nodded knowingly, "It's okay, it's not a way to stay at our house all the time." ”

Luo Xuyan kissed her mother's hand and comforted: "When I arrive in Jingzhou, someone will take Ah Ba to find his family, and he will not delay his business." ”

"yes, okay." Xu Yaoyao patted her daughter's hand and looked at her daughter with some emotion, "The hour is almost up, you should go, be careful on the road." ”

"I will." Luo Xuyan nodded and beckoned everyone to prepare to go.

Cui Jingshi was pulled by Qian Dawu and sat in a small carriage, he pretended to be curious and lay on the window, looking at the lively carriage and horse procession, he watched Luo Xuyan walk through the crowd with his head held high, and after taking everyone to get ready, he jumped on the carriage and shouted "go".

She waved to her father and mother, and then got into the carriage.

Xu Yaoyao looked at the convoy that was moving away, and couldn't help but pull out a handkerchief from her sleeve and wipe the corners of her eyes.

Luo Banghao comforted: "Hasn't Ayan been to other states and counties before? It's just that this time it's more important for our coffin shop, but as her father, we should trust her to do a good job. ”

"Yes." Xu Yaoyao smiled and nodded, but there were still tears in her eyes.

Luo Banghao grabbed his wife's shoulders, looked at her tenderly, and then turned his gaze to the carriage in the distance.

Although he comforted Xu Yaoyao that he didn't need to worry, he also had worries in his heart, but he knew that he couldn't show it, which would add to the troubles of his wife, who was already full of miscellaneous things.

"Let's wait for Ah Yan to come back in peace." Finally, he said softly.

A few days later, Luo Xuyan and his party came to Jingzhou, and before the wheels stopped at the yamen, news came out - Jingzhou assassin Shi Zengyao had just choked.

Steward Wang's face turned pale, and he instructed his subordinates to arrange the people in the coffin shop, and then rushed to the back hall with Luo Xuyan.

In the courtyard, the people were crying, and in the house, the wives and concubines of the assassin and the children and the maids and daughters who served him closely gathered in front of the bed, crying bitterly, and one of the beautiful young concubines shook Zeng Tingshi's arm desperately, shouting, "Master, wake up, how can you leave Xin'er."

Mrs. Zeng wiped her tears sadly, and was about to say a few words to her husband who had been in love for many years to express her grief, but she was bumped to the side by the excited concubine, and her head almost hit the pestle.

Her face changed immediately, and because of the current situation, she ordered in a serious voice: "Aunt Xin is too sad, I'm afraid that she will lose her proportion, why don't you help her down to rest?" ”

The mother-in-law just wiped her face, and then dragged her aunt's arm, and another person cleverly covered her mouth and dragged the person out.

Seeing this, the other concubines didn't dare to lose their sense of proportion in front of their wives, so they knelt on both sides of the bed in a proper manner and cried in a low voice.

Mrs. Zeng took her own children to lie on the edge of the bed, sobbing and whispering, "Master, our children are still young, how can you bear to leave us behind?" Master, wake up, please, don't leave us, didn't you say a few days ago that when the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, you want to make moon cakes for us to eat......"

Her fingers were clenched tightly into fists, and the green tendons on the back of her pale hand were clearly visible, which was enough to see how much strength she had used to restrain her emotions and prevent herself from losing control in front of everyone and losing her face as Mrs. Thorn Shi.

"And ...... You said okay, you want to teach Yu'er to ride a horse and shoot arrows in person, and personally send Yue'er to marry next year, how can you not keep your promise......"

There was a mournful atmosphere in the room, and everyone listened to Mrs. Zeng's words, and their eyes were red, and they suppressed their cries, but tears came out of their eyes even more violently, wetting their sleeves and plackets.

Only Luo Xuyan looked at all this calmly and indifferently, and from Mrs. Zeng's whispering, she could hear how sudden Zeng Tingshi's death was, and how caught Zeng's family off guard.

Her gaze did not linger long on the grieving people, and quickly turned to the man lying quietly on the couch.

He looked about forty or fifty years old, thin from sickness, and no matter how much his wife cried, his closed eyes never opened for half a minute, as if he were separated from the living in two worlds.

About a stick of incense had passed, and Mrs. Zeng had already cried until her throat was hoarse, lying on the edge of the bed sobbing, unable to speak.

Steward Wang stepped forward lightly and comforted in a low voice: "Madam, please let the master go with dignity, it's time to prepare for the funeral." I've already called you. ”

Madame Zeng slowly raised her head, her face was also pale and fragile, and she followed the direction of the king's steward's finger to see the little girl standing by the curtain.

Luo Xuyan bowed and said, "Mrs. Zeng, please mourn, I am the person from Xu Ji's coffin shop, and I am responsible for taking care of the aftermath of the assassination." ”

Madame Zeng frowned, and the other people in the room looked at her curiously and uneasily.

Steward Wang knew what she was worried about, and said, "Madam, please rest assured, although this Luo girl is young, she is careful and proper in her work, otherwise the little one would not dare to bring her to you." ”

Mrs. Zeng nodded, and the maid next to her hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and at the same time gave her a clean handkerchief to wipe away the tears on her face.

After cleaning up a little, Mrs. Zeng walked in front of Luo Xuyan and looked at her coldly, "Master's funeral, you must be careful in everything, and you must not make a mistake." ”

"I have taken Mrs. Zeng's admonition to heart." Luo Xuyan bowed her head slightly in response.

Mrs. Zeng nodded, and someone next to her persuaded her to rest and rest, and she was going to change her mourning clothes.

"You send your aunt, young master, and young ladies to change their clothes." Mrs. Zeng thought that those concubines and concubines were an eyesore, and ordered: "Wait until everything is cleaned up here, and then call them over, otherwise so many people will be messy and not like words." ”

Now I can't rely on the master's favor and willfulness, what Aunt Xin looks like just now, the rest of the aunts are all in their eyes, and whether they can live a good life in the future depends on the face of the lady, so now I don't dare to go against the will of the lady at all, and I don't wait for the maid to come to invite, and after saluting obediently, I quit the room.

Mrs. Zeng was waited on by the maids, and went to the next room to refresh and change her clothes.

Steward Wang said, "Miss Luo, I'm in trouble." ”

Luo Xuyan nodded, instructed the people of the Zeng family to prepare hot water and clean towels, and called the men from the coffin shop to take out the items needed now.

After the family members wiped and cleaned Zeng Tingshi's body, they changed into a shroud and put on an official robe on the outside, while Luo Xuyan took scissors and a razor to trim Zeng Tingshi's beard and tidy up his appearance, so that he didn't look so haggard, and then spread his hair in a bun, wiped it with a hot towel, and re-combed it.

Zeng Tingshi was sick in bed for several days, without grooming, plus the disease made him miserable, his hair was scattered and knotted, considering the identity and status of this Zeng Tingshi, her movements were slow and gentle, and she carefully combed the knotted places.

On the side, after the family members sorted out Zeng Tingshi's official robes, they couldn't help but sigh.

"A few days ago, the assassin took many people in the yamen to hunt in the suburbs, why did a person with such a good spirit suddenly become seriously ill?"

"yes, it was so sudden......"

"Didn't you hear the doctor? The disease of the history of thorns is good and bad, and it needs to be carefully maintained, and it is not sure when it will recur...... So, it's a blessing and a curse, and it's impossible to say......"

Luo Xuyan glanced at them, and several people shook their heads and sighed.

"If we want to find such a decent job as the Zeng family, I'm afraid it's difficult. Moreover, where can I find someone as good as Zeng Tingshi and Mrs. Zeng? ”

"yes...... Alas, I thought Zeng Thorn Shi would live a long life. ”

"What are you talking about?" When Steward Wang came back from outside, he heard the family members muttering in a low voice, and lowered his voice and scolded: "In front of the assassin history, can you be so presumptuous? ”

The family hurriedly bowed down and admitted their mistake.

Steward Wang didn't want to disturb the soul of the assassin, waved his hand, and said, "I've already determined where the mourning hall is, why don't you help?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes." The family hurried away.

Steward Wang walked to Luo Xuyan's side, looking at Zeng Tingshi's face, who was originally sick and had a haggard and yellow face, at this time, after Miss Luo's skillful hands, his face was a little ruddy, and he thought that Tingshi was still alive in a trance, and he couldn't help sighing: "It seems that the person recommended by the Liu family is not wrong." ”

Luo Xuyan owed, did not show any praise to him, and continued to move.

Steward Wang stood quietly and watched.

Qian Dawu invited a painter, put things away, and quietly sat by the side, painting a portrait of Zeng Tingshi.

Luo Xuyan lowered her eyes, inserted her comb teeth into Zeng Thorn's hair, gently touched her scalp, and then slowly combed it down.

Suddenly, the comb teeth seemed to touch something, and the movement of the hand was dulled.

She picked up the towel, wiped the top of Shi's hair again, and continued to comb, but when the comb teeth went down, there was still a little strange obstacle.

Luo Xuyan "chuckled" in her heart, and coldly sounded the silver needle on the top of Du Cheng's head.

Her breath paused for a moment, it felt so similar......

Luo Xuyan stole a glance at Steward Wang next to him, at this time there were only him and the people in the coffin shop in the room, and Steward Wang was now attracted by the painter's superb painting skills.

She pursed her lips, looked at the silent Zeng Tingshi, and her fingers reached between his hair, and after a while, she touched the cold top of his hair.

With feeling, she rubbed it carefully.

Maybe it's because she's been working hard for the past few days and has hallucinations, but she's just thinking too much?

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound outside the house, like the sound of something overturning, in fact, the sound was not loud, but the courtyard was too quiet, everyone was busy with the things at hand, but Thorn Shi had just passed away, and his wife was sad and sad, and no one dared to make a move, so they were all doing things lightly, so this sound was particularly abrupt.

Steward Wang frowned and strode out.

"What's going on?" He looked at the overturned boxes and the utensils scattered on the ground, and asked in displeasure.

The white steward stepped forward and said embarrassedly: "Steward Wang, I'm sorry...... It's because we're too anxious and careless, don't worry, we'll clean it up immediately. ”

Steward Wang had a good impression of Luo Xuyan just now, so seeing that Steward Bai apologized to him so sincerely, he also deliberately let him go this time, and said, "Clean up as soon as possible, don't hinder the funeral." ”

"I know, I know." The white butler agreed repeatedly.

He watched Steward Wang return to the house, sighed, turned to the people next to him, and said, "Why did you come here with you?" ”

Cui Jingshi looked at the door of the wing room out of the corner of his eye, and said timidly: "I see...... You're all busy, and I'm sitting...... A little bit of that......"

"It's okay, I'll see if anyone can take you back." "Wait a while, there will be more and more people, and if you get separated from us, it will be bad." ”

"I, I, I...... I'm waiting for you under the wall! Without waiting for the white steward to agree, Cui Jingshi had already quickly run to the base of the wall and squatted, and there was a bush next to him, blocking most of his body.

The white butler wanted to stop him, but in the assassin's house, where could he be allowed to make a loud noise here from a coffin shop? Don't just add trouble to Miss Ayan......

Looking at Ah Ba honestly holding his head and squatting there, there is too much work at the moment, and he can't spare manpower, the white steward shook his head, let him go for the time being, hurry up and finish the things in hand, won't he have time to take him back?

On the other side, Steward Wang returned to the house and saw Luo Xuyan sitting in front of the bed, the movements of her hands stopped, and her face looked strange.

"Miss Luo, what's wrong?" He asked.

Luo Xuyan came back to her senses at this moment and replied, "Thorn Shi's hair is a little knotted, so I need to untie it carefully, otherwise I am afraid of disturbing Thorn Shi." ”

Steward Wang nodded, "Miss Luo is cautious and careful, very good." ”

Luo Xuyan secretly took a deep breath, then quickly combed Zeng Tingshi's hair, and said to the king's steward, "I'll go and ask someone to bring the spirit bed in." ”

"Hmm." The king's steward answered.

Luo Xuyan walked out of the room quickly, the sunlight fell on her body all of a sudden, she looked up at the sky, raised her hand and pressed it on her chest, but she couldn't calm her panicked heart.