Evening.

Qingzhou is still wearing filial piety clothes, under the candlelight, her face is as delicate as jade, and the white filial piety clothes set off her softness.

Hearing Forsythia's footsteps, Qingzhou raised his head and saw Forsythia standing there, as if he was holding something in his hand, and he looked like he wanted to speak and stopped.

"What's wrong?" Qingzhou asked aloud.

"Miss, this is what Master Hou just sent me." Forsythia lowered her voice and handed the medicine bottle in her hand to Qingzhou.

Hearing this, Qingzhou's eyes were puzzled, half of the face that had been beaten by Ning's had already been dressed, and the redness and swelling had subsided at this time, leaving only faint fingerprints, she really didn't know, what was the purpose of this bottle of medicine sent by Wanzhong Mountain?

"Miss, the person who delivered the medicine said that this medicine has a miraculous effect on burns." Forsythia was also confused, she looked at Qingzhou for a moment and asked; "Are you burned?"

Qingzhou's heartstrings trembled, she reached out and took the bottle of ointment, listening to Forsythia's words, she rolled up her sleeves slightly, revealing a dark red skin on the back of her hand.

"Miss, when did this hurt? How did I not know? Forsythia looked at Qingzhou's wound, and was taken aback, Qingzhou's beautiful eyes lowered, looking at the burns on the back of his hand, it was the day of Wan Zi'an's accident, when she was serving the elders in her grandmother's room, she was shocked to hear that Wan Zi'an had fallen from a horse, she didn't hold the bowl in her hand, and the hot porridge was all sprinkled on the back of her hand, and then everyone's thoughts were all on Wan Zi'an, and she never said anything.

It was just a small burn, and Forsythia never noticed that she was with her every day, and Qingzhou never thought that this small wound would fall under the eyes of Wanzhongshan.

remembered that during the day, he helped himself up from the ground in front of everyone, every time, he protected her behind him, and every time, he came to save himself.

"Miss? Miss? Seeing that Qingzhou was distracted, Forsythia couldn't help but call out.

Qingzhou came back to her senses, she held the bottle of ointment, barely suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and commanded Forsythia; "Forsythia, next time, if my uncle sends someone to deliver something, no matter what it is, you don't want to take it. You know? ”

Forsythia looked at Qingzhou's eyes, although she was just a maidservant, but she also knew that according to the identity of Wanzhongshan and Qingzhou, it was absolutely impossible to be involved, she nodded and motioned for herself to write it down.

Qingzhou's fingers clutched the bottle of cool ointment, she knew that if she wanted to make Wan Chongshan die, she should let Forsythia return the medicine, but she rubbed the warm medicine bottle, but she couldn't be ruthless no matter what, she was reluctant to send the bottle of medicine back.

In October, the autumn breeze is already a little cool.

Since Wan Zi'an's funeral, a huge Hou Mansion has been quiet to the extreme every day, Wan Mu has been sick in bed, Ning is unable to withstand the blow of losing a child, and the spirit is in a trance from time to time, all the things in the Hou Mansion are taken care of by Wen's family, Wen Minyi has a good way to control it, and it is also a Hou Mansion in an orderly manner, without the slightest mistake.

Soon after Wan Zi'an's funeral, a peasant uprising broke out in Wuzhou, and the local defenders could not resist it, so they asked for support from the imperial court.

Qingzhou is a new widow, and he only stays in the house every day to copy Buddhist scriptures for his husband who died early, and only waits for five or seven o'clock to burn it, so as to pray for Wan Zi'an.

These days, Wan Mu's body has improved slightly, and she can get up and get out of bed, Ning's spirit is still good and bad, and when she is awake, she cries one after another, and she wants to go with her son, and when she is confused, she is looking for her son, which makes people look pitiful.

On this day, Qingzhou is still in the house for Wan Zi'an to copy the Buddhist scriptures, her handwriting is as delicate and graceful as her person, and the upright hairpin flower is very laborious.

"Miss." Forsythia put a bowl of red date soup in front of Qingzhou and whispered; "Rest quickly, save yourself from being tired."

Qingzhou didn't speak, only shook her head slightly, she was still wearing filial piety clothes, and when she bowed her head, she was far brighter than a lotus flower.

"Miss, in the past few days, the old lady has asked Mrs. Xun to invite Mrs. Xun to the Hou Mansion." Forsythia thought about it, but still told Qingzhou about it.

Hearing this, Qingzhou's fingers holding the pen paused slightly, and Forsythia said again; "For the past two days, the old lady has stayed in the house with her, and no one is allowed to stay, and I don't know what they are talking about."

Qingzhou knows that Mrs. Xun is the most famous "goddess" in Beijing, a high-ranking family in Beijing, if anyone encounters a funeral, most of them will go to invite Mrs. Xun, it is rumored that she can talk to the deceased, and will inform the relatives of the deceased's wishes. There are many rumors about her in Beijing.

Qingzhou then copied the Buddhist scriptures, and only said softly; "Grandmother is old, and she invited Mrs. Xun just to make herself feel better and have a thought."

Seeing Qingzhou say this, Forsythia stopped talking and only quietly accompanied him.

The night was dark.

Wen Minyi's courtyard is still lit with lights, but seeing that she is wearing a homely light cyan dress, but six or seven years into a new one, her beads have been removed, and Zhou's body is extremely simple, and there is no jewel of an ordinary lady.

Hearing the movement, Wen Minyi turned her head and saw the eldest maid Chunhong leading a woman in and saluting her; "Mrs. Qiyu, Mrs. Xun has arrived."

Wen Minyi waved her hand lightly, signaling Chunhong to retreat, and after the maid left, only Wen Minyi and Mrs. Xun were left in the room.

Mrs. Na Xun is now in her fifties, her face is slightly dark, her body is fat, and the corners of her eyes are covered with fine lines, and she looks no different from an ordinary old woman.

"The old man has seen the second lady." Mrs. Xun knelt down and saluted Wen Minyi.

"You are Mrs. Xun?" Wen Minyi frowned slightly.

"Back to Mrs. Hui's words, the old husband's family name is Xun, and Mrs. can call the old body Xunpo, the title of Mrs., the old body is really ashamed." Mrs. Na Xun has been dealing with dignitaries for many years, and she has already answered each other fluently.

Wen Minyi bowed lightly, she didn't let Mrs. Xun get up, she only asked; "I heard that you have been discussing the matter of the little marquis with the old lady in the house recently, as the mother of the Hou Mansion and the daughter-in-law of others, I should ask about it."

"Mrs. Rong, the old lady is sad and loves her grandson's early death, and she is in the prime of life when the little marquis dies, the old lady can't bear it, and she lives the old man into the house, because she wants to match the little marquis with a yin family, so that the little marquis can also be served under the nine springs, don't be lonely." Mrs. Xun was hindered by Wen Minyi's identity, and before Wen Minyi could ask, she had already told all the things that the old lady had discussed with her.

Wen Minyi's eyes changed, and she whispered; "You mean, the old lady wants to marry the little marquis?"

"Exactly."

"Is this matter eyebrow now?"

"Mrs. Hui," Mrs. Xun said truthfully with a wry smile on the corner of her lips; "The little marquis has a noble status, and he is a handsome person who is one in a hundred, and the daughter of an ordinary family is not worthy of the little marquis at all. As for the ladies in Beijing, only the seventh lady of Lord Zhang passed away recently, and the three daughters of the Qi Shilang family, the old lady thought that the seventh miss was not beautiful enough, and the third lady of the Qi family was a concubine, so she had no clue about this matter. ”

Wen Minyi heard this, a ghostly light flashed in her eyes, she slowly got up, walked to Mrs. Xun's side, and opened her mouth word by word; "Why bother so much, the little marquis has clearly married a wife, and he has a ready-made wife, so why bother to marry another?"

As soon as Wen Minyi's words fell, Mrs. Xun's face suddenly changed greatly, and she lost her voice; "Second lady, how does this work? Don't you want the young lady to be martyred? ”

Wen Minyi didn't make a sound, only opened the makeup and took out a box from it, she opened the box, but saw a string of Dongzhu inside, a jewel the size of a thumb, gold, and jade, at a glance, I don't know how many there were, Wen Minyi threw the box in front of Mrs. Xun and said; "In this box, there is glory and wealth that you can't use up in several lifetimes, I only let you do one thing for me, and when it is done, in addition to this box, there will be a heavy reward."

"I don't know what the second lady wants the old body to do?" Mrs. Xun's eyes were glued to those gold, silver and jade, with this box of treasures, she no longer had to rush between the mansions every day, she could return to her hometown and gather with her relatives.

"After I let you do it, tell the old lady and the eldest lady, and say that the little marquis misses his wife-in-law Chen very much under Jiuquan, and hopes that Chen can go down to accompany him, so that he will not be lonely."

As soon as Wen Minyi's words fell, Mrs. Xun was shocked, her lips trembled, and she was undecided for a while.

"What, you're scared?" Wen Minyi frowned.

"Madam, after all, this is a matter of human life, if it is known by the Hou Ye......"

"Don't worry, Hou Ye is far away in Wuzhou to supervise the war, and as soon as this matter is over, you will fly away with your jewelry and never return to Beijing."

Wen Minyi's words seemed to be full of bewitchment, and Mrs. Xun looked at the box for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and hugged the box tightly in her arms.

Following.

"Young lady, old lady is invited." Early in the morning, Wan Mu sent Mama to call the light boat over.

When Qingzhou heard her grandmother's summons, she immediately stopped the pen in her hand, she stood up, worried that her grandmother had been waiting for a long time, and she didn't have time to wait for Forsythia to come back, so she walked alone with her grandmother towards the old lady's yard.

As soon as he stepped into Wan Mu's house, Qingzhou was taken aback, only to see that the house was pitch black, all the windows were sealed, only a few candles were faintly lit, and Qingzhou entered the house after a long time, and his eyes slowly adapted.

Wan Mu sat on the main seat, Ning and Wen both sat down, in the center of the hall, there was still a person sitting, and a circle of candles was lit around that person, this scene was indescribably eerie.

"Grandmother?" Qingzhou was puzzled.

"You sit down first," Wan Mu opened her mouth, "Today is the third seven of Zi'an's death, and my grandmother invited Mrs. Xun to come and channel for Zi'an." ”

Qingzhou's heart was worried, looking at Mrs. Xun's ghostly face in the dark, she only felt indescribable fear, she didn't say anything more, only sat down according to her words, and Mrs. Xun had already started the Fa.

Suddenly, the yin wind in the house was gusting, only a few candles were blown out, the windows and doors were all sealed, no one knew where this yin wind came from, Wan Mu stared at Mrs. Xun with a nervous face, and Ning couldn't bear it and cried.

Finally, the yin wind stopped, and Mrs. Xun also opened her eyes.

"How? Have you ever found Zi'an? Wan Mu grabbed the back of the chair.

Mrs. Xun nodded, her face full of tiredness.

"What did he tell you?" Ning asked in a hissed voice.

Mrs. Xun was out of breath and slowly spit out a sentence; "The little marquis is lonely under the nine springs, with no one to take care of food and clothing, and his situation is very miserable."

Hearing that her grandson was suffering, Wan's mother's heart tightened, and Ning was already crying loudly.

"You tell Zi'an quickly, and you say that grandmother will match him with a ..... of pubic relatives."

"Old lady," Mrs. Xun interrupted Wan Mu's words, she measured her body slightly, and a pair of eyes looked towards Qingzhou, she moved her lips, and said word by word; "The little marquis said that he misses the young lady very much, and he hopes that the young lady can go underground to accompany him and renew the relationship with him."

As soon as Mrs. Xun's words fell, Qingzhou's face suddenly turned pale.

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