She Fei couldn't help but be in a hurry, and rushed into the house, Zhu Hongyan did not come to greet him as usual, she was lying on the bed with her clothes, and her father stood at the head of the bed and bent over to look at her.

Isn't my mother sick?

But why did Caiyue kneel in front of the bed and cry mournfully?

He rushed up to pick up the moon and was about to ask, but saw Zhu Hongyan lying straight on the quilt, his eyes closed, and his jaw was purple and black......

What's wrong with her?

Did my mother quarrel with my father?

He reached out to push her and shouted anxiously: "Mother, mother, you get up...... mother"

She still ignored him with her eyes closed, her body stiff, and the touch reminded him of his dead grandmother.

"Little boy, let's go out." Xianglian grabbed him by the shoulder again and tried to push him out.

"Mother, Mother, get up!"

He struggled and screamed, refusing to leave.

She Jingchun bent over, looking at Zhu Hongyan with a pair of eyes distracted, as if he didn't believe the situation in front of him.

His wife had always been calm and gentle, and she was almost never seen to lose her temper, and her people praised her. He seldom took care of the affairs of the house, and the family had been so peaceful for so many years that there was hardly anything that bothered him, so that he did not spend much time paying attention to the house except when he came back to rest.

Why did she suddenly hang herself from a beam? There was not even a suicide note. resolutely and ruthlessly left him and She Feiforbear, left this home, took care of himself, and ended his life without saying a word.

Just because, he said that he wanted to take Zhu Qingyan as a concubine?

He thought she would be happy, because she had been worried about her sister's marriage, and worried that she would not have a good place to go, and now that he had arranged it for her, why was his wife unhappy? If she doesn't want to, she just cries and makes a fuss, how can she be so fierce.

What's wrong with taking a concubine?

The lady herself mentioned that she wanted to take a concubine for him, but he did not agree. Now he wants to accept it, but she doesn't want to?

She Jingchun couldn't figure it out, he looked at Zhu Hong's pale face, his eyes were closed, as if he was frozen, motionless. Even if She Fei couldn't bear to cry beside him, he didn't look at it.

In the empty part of the room, a chair fell to the ground, and on the back of the chair, a messy mass of white silk was piled up.

She Fei couldn't help but look at this ball of white silk until her body was pushed out of the door by Xianglian, then she turned around and cried and asked, "What's wrong with my mother?" Xianglian, what's wrong with my mother? ”

In the house, there is a big house that She Feiren has to endure his own independence, and the house of Zhu Hongyan is obliquely facing each other. Xianglian took him back to the house, and said while crying: "Little boy, you wait here, don't run around." I'm going to pick up food. ”

Xianglian left the house, She Fei couldn't bear to go to her mother's house again, but she lost her courage under her feet.

As soon as he closed his eyes at this time, he could see his mother's face, which was as white as paper, and he had read so many books, so he naturally knew what death was. It's just that I never thought that one day death would be so close to me, and it would happen to my dearest mother.

When I saw her yesterday, she was still as beautiful as a graceful peony flower, with a warm and sweet fragrance on her body. And today, the flowers are withering, and the yin and yang are separated.

He couldn't bear it, and She Xiaogongzi, who grew up in doting, lost his mother in a blink of an eye.

A heart, half collapsed.

He watched the twilight fall outside, and his heart was cold.

When Xianglian came in with the food, he hugged himself tightly, huddled behind the door, his dark eyes lost their lustre, and he only looked out through the crack in the door.

Xianglian's tears immediately welled up again: "Little boy, it's time to eat...... Whining...... It's time to eat. ”

said that he was letting him eat, but Xianglian herself cried so much that she couldn't breathe, and tears fell into his rice bowl, and in the end, neither of the master and servant had eaten. Xianglian sat at the door of the house with him in her arms, looking at the front of Zhu Hongyan's house from a distance, where people kept walking around.

Soon, the house was full of white lanterns and white curtains, and She Feiren was brought to the main house with a layer of white linen.

In the main room, a huge coffin was placed in it. Two thick white candles burned with a miserable white flame and kept dripping with tears.

My father was also clothed in linen.

Aunt Zhu Qingyan also came.

She knelt in front of the coffin, mourning and crying: "Sister, why did you leave, leaving me and forbearance, and brother-in-law, what should we do?" ”

She Fei couldn't help but remember the visions he had seen when he was in his fugue. Are those illusions or real happenings?

He stared at Zhu Qingyan, her head was buried, and he couldn't see the real sadness and tears on her face. I saw my father come over and comfort her softly, and she put her forehead against his arm, as if she was not falling, pitiful, and sad...... I didn't even cry and swollen my eyelids.

The handkerchief was lightly touched under the eyes, and the dragonfly was watery, as if he was afraid of making makeup. The eyelids were red, and the wisps of red floated slightly at the end of the eyes, like sadness and pity, but it added a bit of charm.

"Brother-in-law, what should I do in the future?"

"Don't worry, I won't leave you alone."

The two spoke softly, snuggled up to each other, and their affection was deep.

It's no wonder that She Jingchun-

The Zhu family is in the middle of the road, Zhu Qingyan's parents are dead, and he is still young. He couldn't bear her to be so lonely, and he didn't have time to take care of her in the house, but he would always take time to visit her and comfort her.

After all, the peony flowers at home are not fragrant enough, and from time to time you have to smell the fragrance of some lilies before you feel that the days are interesting.

Or perhaps, when he was young, he was dedicated to his career and never experienced the tenderness of beauty. When he wants to understand it, the people around him have lost their charm, and they have to be more tender to be worthy of talents and beauties.

It just so happens that this beautiful woman also has such thoughts.

It's really "as soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world".

But it hurt Zhu Hongyan and left She Feiren behind.

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The funeral was over, and there was no housemother in She's house.

The house seemed much more deserted, and She Jingchun still left early and returned late, leaving the house to the housekeeper Uncle Fu. The housekeeper is naturally not the backbone of the house like the housewife, although he is in charge of the house, he only has the money in his hand to spend the family, and he does not know whether the monthly salary of the people will be paid on time in the future.

Therefore, although there are still so many servants, they are all less energetic in doing things.

She Fei couldn't bear to hang his head for several days, except for Caiyue and Xianglian, the other subordinates, when they saw him, they also lost a lot of respect in the past, and sometimes they didn't even have a straight eye. He can be regarded as his first taste of human warmth.

On this day, Xianglian went to the kitchen to bring food and came back, pouting and being very unhappy.

Without Zhu Hongyan, even the food is much worse. Originally, although Changhu fragrant rice, mountain and sea delicacies are not said to have everything, but there are often rare ingredients, and carefully cooked, now it is good, the rice is mixed with bud rice flour, the flat air is a lot rougher, and the meat dishes are only some simple and home-cooked. The kitchen no longer cooks for him, only that the master gave him so many household items, which is not enough to buy rare dishes.

Today's dishes are only two, one braised potatoes and one braised pork with potatoes. There is enough soy sauce and seasonings, because the people in the kitchen eat this themselves.

Even if it is not in plain life, before today's meal, Xianglian specially told the kitchen to steam a few eggs for the little boy to eat. The kitchen said there were no eggs.

She Feiren held his chopsticks and looked at the dish in front of him, he wanted to eat steamed eggs, but he didn't see it, he could only ask Xianglian: "Where are the steamed eggs?" ”

Xianglian endured it, but finally couldn't hold back, and said angrily: "The kitchen said it's gone." ”

"Not one of them?"

"Who knows."

He had been eating such coarse tea and light rice for several days, and he didn't even want to eat a steamed egg. He threw his chopsticks angrily: "Let's go, let's go to the kitchen." ”

"Yes."

Xianglian felt that the kitchen dog looked down on people, and she urgently needed someone to support her, so she didn't want to think about it, so she followed the little boy.

The kitchen was tidying up, and there were a few servants eating in the next room. As soon as She Fei entered, he rummaged through the cabinets, and deliberately kicked it, for fear that others would not hear it. provoked the servants to look sideways.

Mama Zhang, who was in charge of the kitchen, heard the sound and came over. Although Mama Zhang is not a big shoulder and a round waist, she is also born strong, and she seems to know that she is a woman who eats a lot and has a lot of strength, and her voice is also very loud when she speaks: "Little boy, don't flip around." ”

If Zhu Hongyan was alive, would she dare to speak to him like this?

It just so happened that She Feiren was standing on a stool and looked into the cabinet, and found a few eggs in the corner inside, and immediately became angry, pulled out the eggs and smashed them on the ground: "You said there are no eggs?" What is it? Tell you to hide! ”

Those eggs were hidden there by Mama Zhang, and she carried one or two in her sleeve cage every day to go home. She had already taken these things for hers, and at this time, she saw that he smashed them all over the place, and the egg whites and yolks were spread all over the ground, and the pools of yellow and white seemed to break the flesh of her heart, which made her embarrassed and distressed.

She lowered her voice and argued, "This egg has been left out for a long time, and it is not delicious." ”

"Why didn't you eat earlier? How many days have I not seen the smell of eggs, and you're here waiting to go bad? How do you manage the kitchen, do you have to wait for me to report to my father and lay you off? ”

She Fei couldn't bear to be sharp-toothed, and even moved out of She Jingchun, Mama Zhang didn't dare to speak anymore, so she had to bow her head and admit her mistake: "Yes." I'll buy some fresh eggs tomorrow and steam them for the little boy. ”

That's pretty much it.

She Fei couldn't help but jump off the stool and left angrily.

Behind her, Mama Zhang was also annoyed.

In the days that followed, there were more eggs or fresh vegetables at each meal, although they were not as good as before, but they were different from those eaten by the servants.

She Fei couldn't bear to feel that people were cheap, and they had to step on their faces before they were willing to be good people.

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After Zhu Hongyan was gone, She Jingchun was still focused on court affairs, and even Zhu Qingyan went less. After all, when I went, I would think of Zhu Hongyan, and I felt a little guilty.

once mentioned that he wanted to take Zhu Qingyan as a concubine, but he didn't mention it.

But time flies, and beauties are easy to grow old, which Zhu Qingyan knows very well. She has spent a lot of time and energy paving the way for entering the She house, her sister is both an obstacle and a bridge, without her sister, once She Jingchun is cold to her, it is a hundred cows that can't be brought back.

One day, She Jingchun's affairs ended and he left the office of the imperial city. In front of the imperial city is Chang'an Avenue, and all the people walking around are the ministers of the imperial court, the entourage of the ministers, or the patrol soldiers.

Therefore, when Zhu Qingyan, who was dressed in a pink skirt and beautiful and moving, stood on the street, he saw it at a glance.

Everyone who came and went saw it, and their curious eyes swirled around her, eager to dig up a piece of beautiful fragrant meat and go back, and cook it fragrantly. Zhu Qingyan was not moved by these jackal-like gazes, and stood facing the imperial city gate, looking straight at She Jingchun with a pair of clear eyes, but there was no pity in his eyes.

She Jingchun's back tightened.