Seeing Wanzhong Mountain, Qingzhou's eyes suddenly surged with warmth, she lowered her eyes, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes, she straightened up slightly, and bowed to Wanzhong Mountain, but before she could lean down, Wanzhong Mountain had stretched out her arm and supported her body. [【No.9^Chinese^$】

Qingzhou raised his head, and saw that Wanzhongshan's eyes were bottomless, he didn't speak, only silently withdrew his fingers, and walked towards the spirit.

Wan Zi'an is still young and has no children under his knees, except for a servant in front of the spirit, only Qingzhou is the only one who wears linen and filial piety for her husband.

Wan Chongshan looked at his nephew's coffin, remembering that before his brother died, he solemnly entrusted Wan Zi'an to him, he promised his brother that he would raise his nephew to grow up, he responded three times, his brother closed his eyes and passed away, remembering the past, Wan Chongshan's heart swelled with a weak amazement, he slowly raised his hand and stroked his nephew's coffin.

If according to age, he is only twelve years older than Wan Zi'an, I still remember that when Wan Zi'an was young, he often went out to play with his nephew, for the only nephew, he was not distressed, after the death of his eldest brother, he also felt that his nephew lost his father at a young age, and turned a blind eye to his mother and sister-in-law's various doting on his nephew, and when Wan Zi'an grew up, he was on the side all the year round, and saw his nephew become a gentleman, how could he have fulfilled his uncle's responsibility?

Now that Wan Zi'an has died early, Wan Chongshan remembered his previous harshness to his nephew, and the man's deep eyes had self-blame and pain in his heart, his eyes were blood-red, and he didn't move for a long time, until Wen Minyi's voice sounded behind him, and he called softly; "Second Master"

Wan Chongshan looked back and saw Wen Minyi standing behind him, since Wan Zi'an passed away, Wan Mu and Ning have both fallen, Wan Mu is old, how can she stand such a blow, since the day her grandson left, she was ill, and Ning fainted a few times, every time she woke up, she cried and shouted to go with her son, Wen Minyi had to be taken care of properly, as for Wan Zi'an's funeral, she took care of everything.

"The second master still goes to my mother's side to take a look, my mother has been talking about the second master for the past two days, and she has to ask the concubine several times a day when the second master will come back." Wen Minyi's voice was soft, looking at her husband's dusty face, both distressed and worried.

Wan Chongshan stood up straight, he turned around, his eyes fell on Qingzhou, and he saw that her whole person was haggard, with a melon seed show face, without a trace of blood, she knelt there in a vegan body, like a faint bunch of white plums, as if she would go away with the wind at any time.

"Second master?" Seeing her husband's gaze towards Qingzhou, Wen Minyi secretly clenched the silk handkerchief, but her voice was still soft.

Wan Chongshan retracted his eyes and only said a word to Wen Minyi; "Let the light boat go back and rest."

After saying that, he left the mourning hall and went to visit his mother in the backyard.

After her husband left, Wen Minyi retracted her gaze and saw that Qingzhou was still kneeling there, and the filial piety clothes in that body lined her with her pitiful and gentle rhyme, Wen Minyi looked at it in her eyes, and there was a trace of dark light under her eyes, and she disappeared in an instant.

"Miss, you can eat something."

In the evening, Forsythia carried a bowl of porridge and ate some in a light boat.

Qingzhou's eyes didn't have much brilliance, and she had no appetite when she looked at the bowl of porridge, but looking at Forsythia's eager little face, she still took the bowl of porridge and forced it to eat two bites.

"Miss, my uncle is not here now, what should we do in the future?" Forsythia thought of Qingzhou's current situation, and only felt sad, and as soon as he finished speaking, he was fluttering and shedding tears there.

"Forsythia, don't worry," Qingzhou's voice was very soft, even if he was full of sadness, he still comforted the maidservant in a gentle voice, "Although my uncle is gone, there are still grandmothers and mothers-in-law, and I will guard the house, and in two years, when you are older, I will go and ask grandmother to find you a good family." ”

"Miss, the slave and maid are not going anywhere, and the slave and maid will accompany you," Forsythia was very sad, she wiped away her tears, and whimpered; "Miss, the slave maid is afraid, there is a marquis, the old lady can't tolerate the young lady, even if the young lady wants to keep the festival for the uncle, they won't agree."

As soon as Forsythia's voice fell, Qingzhou thought of Wanzhong Mountain, and suddenly felt bitter and astringent, she knew that what Forsythia said was true, and now that Wan Zi'an was gone, the old lady and the Ning family were only afraid that they would not let her stay in the Hou Mansion.

"Miss, you are only seventeen years old this year, or we will go back to the Chen Mansion and let the master order another family affair for you." Forsythia grabbed Qingzhou's arm and kept persuading her.

Qingzhou shook his head, "I have married to the Wanjia, and I have been from the Wanjia family all my life." ”

"Miss!" Forsythia wants to say more.

"Forsythia, you know what?" Qingzhou finally raised her eyes, her eyes were full of tears, she just looked at Forsythia like that, and whispered a word; "Only in Wanjia can I see him again."

"Miss" Forsythia knew Qingzhou's thoughts, and also understood who the "he" in Qingzhou's mouth was referring to, and he was sad and not worth it at the moment, so he only asked Qingzhou: "You are like this, does Master Hou know?" ”

"I won't let him know," said a crystal teardrop falling from Qingzhou's apricot eyes, and she bit her lip lightly; "I won't let him know for the rest of my life."

On the day of Wan Zi'an's funeral, there was an endless stream of people who came to mourn, and the carriage outside the Hou Mansion almost filled the entire street, and even the emperor also sent Cao Gonggong to the Hou Mansion in person, and the funeral was according to the system of the Marquis, and the scale was very grand.

Qingzhou is a vegetarian, even the black sideburns are also with a white velvet flower, she did not apply the slightest fat powder, but her complexion is still fair and tender, because of the tears, her eyes are slightly red, because of her young age, it looks even more lovely.

"Alas, this young lady is also pitiful, with such a beautiful appearance, her husband left early, it's a pity." Among the female relatives who came to mourn, some whispered in private.

"No, if there is a son and a half daughter under his knees, the days ahead will be better."

"There is only one man left in the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion now, and the wife of the Marquis cannot give birth to an heir, no matter how outstanding the Marquis Wan's military exploits are, in the future, the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, will there still be no one to inherit?"

The ladies whispered until the voice of the celebrant sounded, and the time for the funeral had come, and the ladies closed their mouths.

Qingzhou had been unconscious, like a marionette, fiddling with the people around him, and when Wan Zi'an's coffin was carried out of the Hou Mansion, Ning let out a heart-rending cry. She broke free from the maid who was holding her, and was about to hit her son's coffin, only to be held by people, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

Ning couldn't stop crying, only threw himself on his son's coffin, no matter who persuaded him, he just didn't want to let go.

Seeing that the hour was about to be missed, the ceremonial officer had to walk to the side of the light boat and said in a scorched voice; "Young lady, go and persuade it, if this is a missed time, the lower officials can't afford it."

Hearing this, Qingzhou looked at Ning's heartbroken appearance, only the tip of her nose was also sour, she took a few steps forward, knelt down towards Ning, and shouted in a trembling voice; "Mother, let your husband go on the road"

Ning heard her daughter-in-law's voice, the crying stopped slightly, she lowered her eyes and looked at her daughter-in-law, and saw her daughter-in-law with tears in her eyes, kneeling there respectfully and meekly.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, but the Ning family was already delirious because of the loss of his son.

Qingzhou was dizzy from this slap, the corners of her lips were bloodshot, and she only held back her tears and knelt down again.

"Woe to the water!" Ning's eyes were almost bloodshot, and she spat out two words at Qingzhou, her fingertips trembled violently, and before she raised her hand again, her wrist was already clasped by a strong force, Ning's was shocked, and when she looked up, she was greeted by the cold deep eyes of Wanzhong Mountain.

When Ning saw him, the corners of his lips were a touch of mockery, since the death of her beloved son, she has no business, at this time, seeing Wan Chongshan openly returning to protect Qingzhou in front of everyone, only the anger in her chest is even stronger, and she can't wait to tell Wan Chongshan in front of everyone that Wan Chongshan is against humanity and worried about his nephew.

"Someone," Wan Chongshan spoke, and someone suddenly stepped forward, "Master Hou, please command." ”

"Madame Fu went down to rest." The man's voice was neither high nor low, so that people could not hear the slightest joy or anger.

As soon as Wan Chongshan's words fell, someone suddenly stepped forward to hug Ning and helped her aside, Ning watched those people lift her son's coffin again, her cry was terrible, she only called her son's name, and stretched out her arm towards Wan Zi'an's coffin.

Her tears fell one by one, thinking of her son who died early, she really couldn't let her son die and bear the reputation of being robbed of his wife by his uncle, so that his son would be ridiculed by the world after his death. Ning cried darkly, but after all, he didn't say anything.

When his son's coffin was carried out of the Hou Mansion, the Ning family couldn't take care of the light boat anymore, so he only let people hold on to him and followed him out.

Wan Chongshan was still standing there, as if he was blind to the eyes around him, he slowly leaned down and helped Qingzhou up from the ground, seeing that half of Qingzhou's face was red and swollen, he was silent, and only said; "Go back and ask Forsythia to put a cool towel on you."

Qingzhou did not speak, nor did he look at him.

"Master Hou rest assured, the concubine will take care of Qingzhou." Wen Minyi stepped forward and grabbed Qingzhou's arm, and spoke to Wanzhongshan gently.

Wan Chongshan nodded, he didn't speak again, only withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked out.

"Let's go, my aunt will accompany you." Wen Minyi suppressed the emotions in her eyes and whispered to Qingzhou.

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