Author: Sigui Beihong

"Oh! My dear sister!" Mrs. Wei cried out loudly as soon as she crossed the threshold. She is about the same age as Song Wu's sister-in-law, but her appearance is not as beautiful as Song Wu's sister-in-law. However, in plain clothes, she still exudes an irresistible charm from head to toe.

His nobility makes people look up to him.

Zhang Yun'er kept her body short and stood beside her, carefully holding her hand with a somewhat unnatural smile on her face.

Li Xian'e couldn't help but glance sideways at Sister-in-law Song Wu, and said with some confusion: "This Mrs. Wei is..."

Before Sister-in-law Song Wu could speak, Mo Yunxi came up to her and complained: "Mother, why don't you even know about Mrs. Wei? She is the first wife of our Privy Council Zeng Buzeng and the imperial concubine."

"Oh! That's strange!" Li Xian'e opened her mouth slightly in surprise and sighed: "I have never left home all year round, but I didn't know that He Lu had made such a prominent friend."

Sister-in-law Song Wu wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, shook her head and smiled bitterly: "'I can accompany the Jade Emperor, and I can accompany the beggars of Beitian Courtyard.'" She looked sideways at Li Xian'e and added: "Su Zizhan's self-deprecating words should be placed in the Netherlands.

It’s appropriate to expose your body.”

While talking, Mrs. Wei had already arrived in front of the coffin with the support of Zhang Yun'er. She also knelt on the futon and bowed three times. Li Xian'e was quite uneasy when she saw such a distinguished person bowing to Mo Yunxiao. She wanted to dissuade her, but then she thought of etiquette.

, and just watched silently.

"He Lu, He Lu! We originally agreed to go for an outing, but why did you take this step first?" After Mrs. Wei paid her respects, she stood up with the help of the female envoy and sat down above Zhang Yun'er.

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Zhang Yun'er smiled and said: "Mrs. Wei, my He Lu is just a girl who has not grown up. It's really scary that she can be appreciated by Mrs. Wei. I don't know what to say. Look at this..."

Mrs. Wei looked at her sideways, and when she saw her embarrassment, she gradually stopped crying and said, "Although Helu is not big, she has such a heroic spirit. What makes me happy is her heroic spirit."

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At this time, the female envoy promptly brought several bowls of tea soup and distributed them to Mrs. Wei, Song Wusao and Song Mingxuan.

Mrs. Wei took a sip of the hot tea, and then said: "If you two grandma have time, you can go outside and take a look. I don't know how many beggars and commoners are crying bitterly. Alas, these people have all received the favor of Helu, and finally they have nothing to do with it."

forget."

After she finished speaking, she drank a bowl of tea soup that was fragrant and fragrant.

"Mrs. Wei is right." Zhang Yun'er said with a smile: "But the girl will marry someone else after all. Haha, He Lu is not like her two sisters. She doesn't bind her feet, doesn't learn Chinese literature, and only knows how to dance with guns.

It's no wonder Brother Xuan..."

Before she finished speaking, Li Xian'e coughed heavily, reminding her that she would make mistakes if she spoke too much. She was also startled, and she swallowed back half of her words. Sister-in-law Song Wu and Song Mingxuan couldn't help but look at each other, both expressing their emotions.

Feeling ashamed.

"The trend of foot-binding originated in modern times. It was just a comment made by rotten literati to make fun of brothel singers. We are good girls, why do we need to bind our feet!" She said and stretched out her feet. Everyone could see clearly that she was wearing a pair of

Plain flat shoes are not the "wrong thing" for girls to wear after binding their feet.

Mrs. Wei was outspoken, and although her words were reasonable, they also embarrassed the mother and daughter Zhang Yuner and Li Xian'e. The four of them looked at each other, but they did not dare to offend the person in front of them, so they had to endure the embarrassment.

Only Mo Yunxiang had a more fierce temper, and his pink face turned red with embarrassment. He couldn't help but stomped his foot heavily, gave a coquettish cry, turned around and left.

It was extremely rude to leave like this in front of the guests. So Zhang Yun'er was very anxious and hurriedly called her: "Xiang'er! Come back!" But she couldn't stop shouting. Lu Yu was also panicked and hurriedly followed.

Mrs. Wei glanced at Mo Yunxiang's back and then at Mo Yunxiao's coffin. She couldn't help but shed tears and said, "Look at He Lu, I said something I shouldn't have said again. Alas, in the future,

But who else can forgive me and understand me?"

Zhang Yun'er smiled awkwardly and said, "What's wrong, madam? It's because we Xiang'er are ignorant. I'm going to teach her a lesson!" She dropped these words and hurried away.

Seeing this, Li Xian'e had no choice but to come up and talk to Mrs. Wei. She pursed her lips and didn't know what to say for a moment. She thought for a long time before saying: "Mrs. Wei is well-informed and will come as soon as it breaks."

Already."

Mrs. Wei sighed and said: "Before the fourth watch, someone from the palace came to the house to call the master. When he left, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I was afraid that something would happen in the court, so I put on my clothes.

We came to the street. As soon as we entered the street, we heard people from the Fourth Department and the Sixth Bureau announcing the funeral, and then we learned about He Lu."

"Oh!" Li Xian'e only agreed, and then she was speechless.

Mo Yunze hurried over and asked: "Privy Minister Zeng entered the palace overnight, but does it have anything to do with the official's dragon body?"

Mrs. Wei shook her head numbly and said: "I don't know, I don't know. But...it's not a good thing after all. Alas, as the saying goes, good things never come together, and misfortunes never come singly. It's true."

After she finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at Mo Yunze, showing a look of admiration, and said, "Are you Shigure? I always heard He Lu talking about you before, saying that you have thousands of books in your chest, and you are as good as Su Zi back then."

Looking at your youthful demeanor, are you determined to win the imperial examination next year?"

Mo Yunze cupped his fists and saluted, and said: "Brother, you are ridiculous. Yunze is just a shining light, how dare you shine with the sun and the moon? For the big exam next year... just try your best."

Mrs. Wei nodded and said: "He Lu has high hopes for you. I only hope that you can become a Jinshi and honor your ancestors. But... let me say something to displease you. Nowadays, the officialdom of the Song Dynasty is dominated by villains. Zhang Dun in the court

How can Cai Bian still have the slightest influence of Renzong Shi Fubi and Wen Yanbo? I often advise my master to ask him to beg for bones and not to fish in these muddy waters. But he just refuses. So Shigure, you

I won't stop you from taking the imperial examination, but when you become an official, you must be an official like Fan Zhongyan or Han Qi. Literary people can manage the world and study, and military forces can stabilize the country. The current Song Dynasty wants such people. If you just want to be a person

There is no need to worry about fame and wealth. Your Minglou's wealth is also very dazzling."

Mo Yunze's heart was filled with blood, and his eyes were filled with tears. He lifted his lapel, knelt in front of Mrs. Wei, clasped his fists and said, "Yunze will keep Madam's lesson in mind, and he will not dare or forget it!"

Then, he knocked his head heavily to the ground.

Mrs. Wei nodded happily and said, "It's good that you know. If He Lu heard what I said, she would definitely appreciate it."

She couldn't help but look up at the lonely coffin. At this moment, the coffin made a "knock" sound. Mrs. Wei frowned, showing a look of surprise.

Li Xian'e saw that her expression was different, so she leaned forward and asked cautiously: "Madam, what do you see?"

"There was a noise over there, did you hear it?" Mrs. Wei pointed at the coffin. Everyone looked in the direction of her finger and saw that the coffin was still there, motionless.

"There are so many people, maybe a raccoon slave came here to steal the fruit." Li Xian'e hurriedly waved to an old woman and said, "Go over there and have a look."

"Yes." This old woman was around sixty years old. She had seen many births, old age, illness and death, so she didn't feel scared at all.

She strode over, holding her hands on the edge of the coffin and searching it inside and out, for fear of missing something.

Mo Yunxiao, wearing a shroud, was lying flat with her hands folded in front of her belly. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her eyelashes were thick and slender.

The old lady sighed softly and was about to turn around and walk away, but out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see Mo Yunxiao's eyelids move. She couldn't help but feel the hairs on her body standing on end, and her legs were numb.

She turned her head and took another faint look. Mo Yunxiao was still lying there motionless. Only then did her nervousness ease a little.

"I'm getting old, my eyes are dazzled." She sighed in her heart, and was about to turn away again, but suddenly, Mo Yunxiao's fingers moved.

"Ah!" This time she saw it clearly and couldn't help but exclaimed. Her legs were shaking and she was holding on to the coffin tightly with both hands. It was obvious that she could no longer hold on.

"What's all the fuss about?" Li Xian'e turned around and scolded her. Li Xian'e was originally a person who didn't like to lose her temper, but Zhang Yun'er and her daughter were rude in front of them, and the usually steady old woman was rude in the back, again in front of Mrs. Wei, but

It's such a disgrace to the Mo family.

"Big girl, she..." Before the old woman could finish her sentence, she fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Only then did everyone notice something was wrong. Some of the timid female envoys were already screaming and hiding, and Sister-in-law Song Wu couldn't help but take two steps back. Even Mo Yunze and Song Mingxuan were stunned on the spot, at a loss.

But Mrs. Wei jumped up from her seat and said, "Let me go and take a look."

Li Xian'e hurriedly stopped her and said with a panicked look on her face: "I'm afraid it's not a corpse transformation? Madam is a rich woman, how can she take such a risk?"

Mrs. Wei glanced at the corner of her mouth and said, "He Lu and I were sworn friends when he was alive. Even if he transforms into a corpse, he will not fail to recognize me!"

As she spoke, she pushed Li Xian'e away hard and was about to step forward. At this moment, she heard a voice coming from the coffin: "Ouch! Where is this!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they shouted "Wow". The whole room was like a boiling pot of hot water. From Li Xian'e, Mo Yunxi to the mother below, the female envoys all ran out.

Although the door of the central hall is wide, it cannot accommodate so many people. So, ladies, you push me, how can you have any decency? "Ouch" and "Ouch" were heard everywhere, even Mo Yunxi gave it a

The man was pushed heavily to the ground.

Only Mrs. Wei, Sister-in-law Song Wu, Mo Yunze, and Song Mingxuan were slightly calm. But they were also muttering in their hearts, wondering whether Mo Yunxiao was alive or dead.

Four people and four pairs of eyes stared at the coffin. I don't know whether it was fear or excitement. Mo Yunze's knees softened, and he knelt in front of the coffin with a "pop" and shouted: "Female brother!" and then burst into tears.

Ruzhu, choked with sobs, unable to speak.

"Who? Who is there?" Mo Yunxiao's voice came from the coffin: "My head hurts. Why is it so noisy outside?"

Mrs. Wei and Song Wusao looked at each other, both showing expressions of joy. They ran over side by side, shouting at the same time: "He Lu!" "Mo sister!"

One of Mo Yunxiao's hands was raised to the sky as if she was sleepwalking. Mrs. Wei grabbed her hand tightly and felt that her hands were as cold as stone but as moist as jade.

"He Lu! Open your eyes and look at me!" Mrs. Wei shed tears excitedly, and her voice became more and more trembling. Next to her, Sister-in-law Song Wu also clung to the edge of the coffin with both hands and shed tears.

Mo Yunxiao frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and said, "Oh, it's so noisy. Didn't it just fall into the water? What's all the fuss about."

She opened her eyes, but there was no look in them. She just looked around blankly at the roof, the coffin where she was lying, and the people in front of her.

Mrs. Wei wiped away her tears and said with a choked voice: "It's so merciful that our He Lu escaped from the hands of the judge!"

Mo Yun's eyebrows gathered together, looking at Mrs. Wei with a puzzled face, and asked: "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!