Butterfly Dance stumbled up from the bed, rushed out of the room, and saw the housekeeper Zhou Ting directing people, putting on a shroud for Zhou Gong, cleaning it up and putting it on a wooden board covered with a white cloth, step by step close to the man who accompanied him day and night, and coaxed himself to sleep yesterday? How could he have died in the yard this morning?

"Dad..." Zhou Tianhao, who was wrapped in a white cloth and was carried into the door by four family members, began to cry before he saw Zhou Gong's body.

The familiar face, the closed phoenix eyes, the face was pale and swollen, (all the memories of Yang Jian's appearance in Xiaoyao's mind were taken away by Baoyu Tianzun), tears rolled down uncontrollably, and the whole body pounced up, hugging Zhou Gong's slightly emaciated body and crying, "Master... Master... How can you live if you leave your concubines? ”

"Madame, you have to mourn! How can a man with a body withstand such sorrow? Xiao Cui knelt on the side and pulled Butterfly Dance to wipe her tears.

"Peach, willow green, you two don't hurry up and pick up the lady, the old slave must hurry up and set up a mourning hall!" Zhou Ting commanded the two rough envoys who were assigned to Die Dance standing on the side, "Come on, quickly carry the body of the master to the front yard hall and offer incense and paper money." ”

"No, I'm going to follow the master... Butterfly Dance tried to pounce again, but was held up by Pink and Willow Green.

"Madame... The master is gone, do you want to save your body? That's the child that the old man has been looking forward to for a long time? Xiao Cui cried and persuaded the struggling Butterfly Dance.

Suddenly the wind swept up the fallen leaves, the clear sky was full of dark clouds, and the rain poured down between the electric light and flint, and Zhou Tianhao, who was on the stretcher, was hurriedly carried into the hall by the four family members, and Zhou Gong was also placed in the hall by the family members, and then the butterfly dance knelt in the rain, no matter how the three of them persuaded him, he just sat stupidly in the rain, and let the pouring rain soak his clothes.

"Sir... Master... You were fine yesterday, why didn't you stay overnight? How will you let the dance live in the future? How do you let our children live? Raising his head, looking up at the hazy sky through the dense rain, "God, are you punishing Butterfly Dance?" Do you think Butterfly Dance doesn't deserve the favor of the lord for a lifetime? But for the sake of the unborn child, can you let the old man wake up? Butterfly Dance is willing to reduce her life for ten years to repay your kindness! ”

Kowtowing to the wet land, Xiao Cui, who was kneeling behind him, looked at his wife's miserable appearance, gritted his teeth, if the child does not have an accident, his wife will have an accident, can't let this hard-earned child follow the master? Stretching out his hand to the crazy kowtowing Butterfly Dance is a palm, "You two, hurry up and assist me in carrying Madame into the room, change into clean clothes, and then go to get the medicine box, and the redness and swelling on my forehead will also be treated." ”

After the mourning hall was set up, the busy Zhou Ting quietly walked up to Zhou Tianhao, "Young Master, you finally got your wish?" ”

He patted Zhou Ting's shoulder with grinned teeth, "Well done, Young Master Ben won't treat you badly, who do you like?" Who is the girl in this house, you pick! ”

With a flattering face, Mrs. is the young master's, that little cui girl is a water spirit, much gentler than the tigress in her own family, and she has been unable to do it recently, the tigress is not as obedient to herself as a few years ago, her eyes rolled a few times, "The young master just reward the little cui beside the lady to the slave!" ”

Zhou Tianhao, who had a wicked smile on his face, stroked his palm, "Zhou Ting, you have vision!" If Young Master Ben hadn't seen the appearance of the little lady, maybe he would have married that girl? The figure and appearance are good! Since you like it, when the old man is buried, put it in the house! ”

Poor Xiaocui is still busy with Butterfly Dance, how did she know that her life was ruined just now!

"Thank you, young master, this is a filial piety suit, you have to wear it, and the old people in the clan will come to visit, you have to play this filial son well!"

"Don't worry! After all, he is my father, cry, young master, I will still be! The two looked at each other and laughed.

Late at night, the haggard Butterfly Dance launched a high fever, and asked for a doctor, and it was a decoction, and the three girls who were busy did not touch the ground, as the widow of the old man Zhou, she wanted to thank her relatives and friends before the burial of the old man Zhou, but unfortunately, until the old man Zhou was buried, the butterfly dance did not really wake up from the bed, so when Xiaocui was forcibly pulled away, the butterfly dance was still asleep...

Sometimes sober, sometimes confused Butterfly Dance really got better after three full months, Liu Lu watched Mrs. Lady's beautiful eyes become clear, and fed the peach boiled chicken porridge one by one, although Butterfly Dance has been sick for three months, the medicinal materials and food used are the best. Zhou Tianhao still wants to wait for Butterfly Dance to take care of his body?

A serious illness, Yang Jian's round body that has been raised for three years, the emaciation is distressing, the two eyes are bigger, the round chin is pointed, and this sick posture is more and more pitiful! Zhou Tianhao got the news as soon as possible, Zhuang Diewu was well, he could get up and eat, and immediately dropped the business in his hand and galloped towards the manor in a carriage.

"Little Cui... Xiao Cui... The fox raised his little face suspiciously and looked at Peach and Willow Green, "During Mrs. Ben's illness, where did Xiaocui's girl go to be lazy?" Why can't you call people? ”

The two girls looked at each other for a moment, fell to their knees, and tears fell down their faces, "Madam, are you awake?" If you wake up later, the slave doesn't know if Sister Xiaocui can wait until Mrs. you wake up and meet you? ”

The spoon in his hand fell to the ground and fell apart. "What's wrong with Cui? You two get up and speak, and make it clear to Mrs. Ben! ”

Peach, bent down to pick up the broken spoon on the ground, Liu Lu sobbed and said: "Madam, on the third day of your coma, the master was buried, and said that Sister Xiaocui would go to the front yard to thank the guests instead of Mrs., Sister Xiaocui arranged for the slave maid to wait for Mrs. You, so she hurriedly went to the front yard, who knows... Behold... ”

"Tell me! Want to kill Mrs. Ben in a hurry? ”

Peach looked at Butterfly Dance patting the table with red eyes, "She was pulled home by Zhou Ting and Steward Zhou to be a concubine!" ”

"What?" Butterfly Dance suddenly did it, "Who gave him the courage to dare to touch the people around Mrs. Ben?" ”

"That's what I meant!" Zhou Tianhao shook the bamboo fan and walked in swaggeringly, without waiting for the butterfly dance to say hello, he did it, and glared at the girls in the chain with peach blossom eyes, "Zhou Ting is an old man, I fell in love with Xiaocui next to you, and besides, the girl is not too young, it should be a match!" ”

"Even if she wants to get married, it should be my master, which onion are you? Come on, call Mrs. Ben that dog slave Zhou Ting! "A serious illness, the originally weak person has become much more aggressive.

Zhou Tianhao looked at Butterfly Dance, whose aura had changed greatly, and smashed his mouth, "Zhuang Diewu, you have to figure it out, now the entire Zhou family is in charge, including your life and death!" ”