Whether it was the slave who was washing, or the mother-in-law who was cooking, or the maid who was sprinkling and sweeping, they all put down what they were doing and knelt down to Zhang Zhao's Qingyin Pavilion and wept bitterly.

Xu Qingyang slowly stopped, gasping for breath, the appearance of his mother flashed in his mind, looking up at the position of Qingyin Pavilion, tears rolled down silently.

The young Xu Qingyang experienced the pain of the death of her relatives for the first time, and her heart was full of incredulity, and she couldn't think about it anymore, so she ran again.

It's spring, and the wildflowers on the roadside are emerging one after another, and the fish in the pond seem to come to life in advance.

The scenery in the south is already pleasant, and with Zhang Zhao's careful care on weekdays, the scenery of Xufu is like a fairyland by those women.

It's just that such a view will never be seen again.

Xu Jie and his three sons had already arrived, and the courtyard of Qingyin Pavilion was filled with crying, as if they were all regretting that Zhang Zhao had withered in such a season.

Everyone knew that Zhang Zhao would leave, and the medical officer had already said that Zhang Zhao would not survive this year, but when the news came, Xu Qingyang still found it difficult to accept.

Xu Qingyang knelt beside his mother with his brothers, and put the slightly wrinkled piece of paper on Zhang Zhao's slightly cold body.

"Qingyang wrote out the poem, mother, please show Qingyang."

Holding Zhang Zhao's cold hand, Xu Qingyang couldn't help crying loudly anymore. The last time I cried in front of Zhang Zhao, it was because I was beaten by Xu Qi, and Zhang Zhao also told her that girls don't smile with teeth, and they should cry like this.

From then on, no one would say these things to her again.

Xu Qingyang was sick, and he didn't get out of bed to see Xu Qingyang until Zhang Zhao was buried, and this illness was three months.

Push the door open again, and spring is long gone, replaced by a sweltering summer.

While lying in bed, Xu Jie came to see Xu Qingyang when he was free, and saw his father's spirit getting worse and worse, and he felt very distressed. So the first thing he did after he recovered from his illness was to go and say goodbye to Xu Jie.

After his mother died, many people came to mourn because of their admiration for Xu Jie, including some families in the other three countries. The current way of the world is so strange, it is clear that the two sides of the court are opposed, but there will be secret contacts between the big families.

The Xu clan has a great reputation, and when Xiao Ding was not yet emperor, Xu Zhai led the Xu clan to have a lot of momentum and power in the Great Zhou Kingdom.

So even though Zhang Zhao has passed away for three months, there are still people who have traveled long distances to visit.

Outside the ancestral hall, Xu Qingyang was stopped by the housekeeper Xu Xian.

"Fifth girl, people from the north are visiting, they are all foreign men, why don't you let the old servant go to talk first."

"Uncle Xian, do you know who was actually taken to the ancestral hall by my father?"

Xu Qingyang was a little curious, outsiders in the ancestral hall of the family could not enter casually, this must be someone Xu Jie valued very much.

"It's Lu Mian, the sister-in-law of the head of the Fanyang Lu family, and his son Lu Shixian's little son."

Xu Qingyang nodded, the relationship between the Xu family and the Lu family was left by his grandfather's generation. It is said that the grandfather Xu Zhai and Lu Fu, who are now the heads of the Lu family, chatted happily for three days and three nights.

After that day, the two became close friends, often exchanging letters.

Lu Mian and Xu Jie have been friends since childhood, but because they are far away, most of them are correspondence.

The housekeeper went in to report, and Xu Qingyang waited outside.

It didn't take long for Xu Xian to walk out, "Fifth girl, the master asked you to go to the head of the house first and wait, the incense and candles inside are strong, your body is just right, I am afraid of smoking you." ”

Xu Qingyang nodded and left, and went to Xu Zhai's place.

Maybe he hasn't been out and walked around for a long time, but Xu Qingyang is tired after a few steps. Seeing this, Mama Wang took Xu Qingyang to sit under the tree and rest.

"Girl, you're just right, but you can't be tired."

Xu Qingyang nodded silently, looking at the flowering scenery in the garden, he was not happy at all,

"Mama Wang, I miss my mother, I think about it so much."

As he spoke, Xu Qingyang began to cry.