Shang Ruyi's eyes widened, and he looked at the people standing at the door more and more clearly, the leader was Aunt Hui, she looked sad, and standing beside her and half-wrapped in her arms with one hand was Yu Wencheng, who still had tears on his face, and the rest of the family followed behind them.

Their faces looked to the other side of the long street, as if they were expecting something.

The most important thing is that they are all dressed in white!

The carriage got closer, and Shang Ruyi saw that not only were they wearing white clothes, but even the two big lanterns at the entrance of the Guogong Mansion had been changed to white at some point!

It's -

There was a neighing of horses in their ears, which pulled everyone's senses back, and Aunt Hui and they only found them and hurriedly responded.

Yu Wenye turned over and jumped off the horse, and eagerly stepped forward, Shang Ruyi also hurriedly got out of the carriage, followed him to the door, and as soon as he stood still, he saw Yu Wencheng crying and pounced, and put it into Yu Wenye's arms.

"Second Brother ......"

At this moment, Yu Wenye's tall figure showed signs of shaking for the first time.

Shang Ruyi stood behind him, looking at his slightly swaying shoulders, in a trance like Yushan was falling, she subconsciously took a step forward, stretched out her hand and held on Yu Wenye's back, only to see Aunt Hui greet her with red eyes: "Second son, young lady, why are you back......?" You're finally back. ”

At this time, they didn't have time to explain that the emperor suddenly returned to Luoyang in advance today, only looking at the increasingly dull scene around him, and the servants bowed their heads and looked sad, Yu Wenye's face was pale, and he said in a deep voice: "At home, what's wrong?" ”

"Second brother, second brother......"

Yu Wencheng hugged his brother tightly, and he was already crying breathlessly, and even began to retch.

Aunt Hui cried again, and reached out to pat him on the back again.

Yu Wenye's face became more and more heavy, his eyes were slightly red, and he stared at Aunt Hui: "What the hell, what's wrong?" ”

Aunt Hui looked up at him and cried, "Second son-"

Before they finished speaking, just behind them, at the other end of the long street, there was a sudden sound of carriages and horses, and everyone hurriedly turned around, only to see a group of people and horses slowly walking in front of them, and the two people who opened the road, dressed in white clothes and white shirts, holding white flags in their hands, swayed all the way, floating in the air like ghosts.

And on the carriage behind them, a huge, black coffin came into view!

That's—

At this moment, Shang Ruyi's whole body trembled, and she saw that it was Jinyun, a henchman beside Guan Yundu, who followed the carriage to support the coffin, and she was full of tears, unable to suppress her sadness, and watched Yu Wenye and Shang Ruyi standing on the other side of the long street from a distance, slowly bowing to them and falling to the ground.

The servants standing at the door had already hurriedly greeted them, and Yu Wencheng in Yu Wenye's arms looked back and saw this scene, and cried loudly, turned his head and ran towards the coffin, crying in his mouth: "Mother! ”

This "mother" shocked Shang Ruyi's heart and gall.

I saw Aunt Hui crying, and finally said slowly: "Second son, Mrs. She, she has died!" ”

This sentence, like a thunder on a dry land, exploded in Shang Ruyi's ears, she was stunned, and it took a while to come back to her senses, tears had rolled out like beads with broken threads, and she said in disbelief: "What, how can this be?" ”

Aunt Hui cried: "A few days ago, news came back from Liaoxi, saying that Mrs. was getting worse and worse, but I heard that the war at Yanmen Pass was urgent, and we didn't dare to pass the news over, for fear of disturbing the second son and the young lady. ”

She looked up at Yu Wenye and cried: "Second son, mourn ......"

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the coffin in front of him.

Shang Ruyi stood in place, unable to believe this fact for a long time, but what made her feel even more uneasy was that the straight back supported by her palm was trembling imperceptibly at the moment, but his whole person was motionless, as if a statue of cold ice had been carved.

Yu Wenye, the whole person was stiff.

Shang Ruyi hurriedly walked to his side, only to see that the face that was usually cold and indifferent was as pale as paper at the moment, and a pair of eyes were pitch black, as if something on his body had been taken away.

Shang Ruyi subconsciously grabbed his hand: "Second brother-"

Before she finished speaking, her heart sank.

Yu Wenye's hands have always been rough, but they are also warm, although they have little time to go on a blind date, but she knows that there is a fire in this man's heart, which will make him so hot forever, to face some wind, frost, rain and snow in the world.

But at this moment, he was so cold.

Not only his fingertips, but even his palms, eyes, and even his breath seemed to freeze into ice.

Shang Ruyi was so panicked that he hugged him all of a sudden: "Second brother! ”

In her choked shout, Yu Wenye's gaze finally had a trace of shock, he slowly lowered his head, looked at her, and raised his head again, looking at the coffin that was getting closer and closer in front of him, like an inevitable haze, enveloping his life.

He finally opened his mouth, and a hoarse voice came out of his dry throat—

"Mother's ......"

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In the next two days, the entire Yuwen family was in a mess.

This is not the first time that Shang Ruyi has witnessed the death of her relatives and faced a series of tedious affairs such as offering spirits and guarding spirits at home, but it is the first time for her to face a person who has lost her relatives and is so numb that she loses her soul.

When she and Aunt Hui discussed the size of the family memorial service, and then returned to the mourning hall, it had been arranged.

Above the hall, the hall is divided into two parts with a thick black curtain, and the coffin of the Duchess is placed in the back, and in front of the curtain, the wide sacrificial table is placed with incense candles and wax paper, and a tall spiritual seat, on which is written: The tablet of the virtuous official of the Zun Xian Room.

For some reason, Shang Ruyi looked at the line of words on the ranking, as if looking at Guan Yundui's weak but indifferent face.

She stood there quietly, looking at the fireworks in front of her—the flying curtains, the busy servants, the guests who came to mourn, all this was busy and lively, and she was overwhelmed with grief, as if she was alive, no matter what kind of flowers brocade, cold and lonely, she stayed out of the matter.

Probably, the only thing that can make him worry is Yu Wenye, who has been avoiding people and is as pale as paper in the inner mourning hall.

Ever since the coffin was placed and the mourning hall was arranged, he had been kneeling there, without expression, without words, or even a tear.

When Shang Ruyi approached him, he didn't even feel a trace of vitality.

"Second Brother ......"