Chapter 1589 Loyal to the princess and never betray
Chapter 1589 �
Qi Jingsheng lost his father and mother in his early years, and later relied on his grandmother for life.
Now that my grandmother has left him, his thin body is carrying huge sadness and standing at the door of the mourning hall.
Every time a friend comes to pay his respects, he bows deeply.
My eyes were already red with their eyesight, but they were not as unsightly as before.
Qi Jingsheng had fantasized that his eyes would be better countless times one day.
But he never thought that this would be the case.
The body of Madam Luzhu is placed in the largest hall in the charity house in the suburbs of the city.
At this time, a group of men in white linen came in, and there were about twenty.
Some of them hold suona and drums, while others carry white mourning flags.
The man in the lead looked solemn, and he bowed to Qi Jingsheng with his fists.
Then he said calmly: "We are the ones who sent by His Highness the Princess and His Highness the Twelve Princess to manage the funerals for Luzhu Madam."
In the morning, Gu Nuoer had already asked someone to go to the mourning hall and handed it over to Qi Jingsheng five hundred taels of silver.
Qi Jingsheng also heard that the princess had an urgent matter, and now she is not free and will not come back to the capital for a long time.
He had no complaints and felt a little guilty.
Not only did he not help the princess share his worries, he also implicated His Highness the princess to worry about him.
Looking at the people sent by the princess and the twelfth prince, Qi Jingsheng's eyes were sour and moist.
He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Sir, please come in."
Qi Jingsheng knew very well that he was still young, and it would be unrealistic to rely on him to support the spirit and carry the coffin alone on the day his grandmother was about to be buried.
As Luzhu's only grandson, he wanted to walk in front with her tablet.
The man shook his head: "Sir, I dare not take it. Master Qi treats us as ordinary guards."
After saying that, he turned around and waved his hand, and everyone he brought to perform his duties.
With Gu Nuoer’s advice and Gu Ziyan’s arrangements.
The decent and glorious burial of Madam Green Bamboo.
On the day he was buried, Qi Jingsheng walked in front with the spiritual throne in his arms. The four strong men carrying the coffin all had solemn expressions and were solemn.
The white flag and spirit banners are shaking, and the paper money is scattered. There are constant crying along the way, sometimes with suona, gongs and drums, singing desolately.
The momentum is so wide that passers-by think that someone from a noble family was in a funeral.
Qi Jingsheng didn't shed a single tear.
He just had red eyes and held the tablet until he walked up the mountain.
It was also a treasure land that Gu Ziyan sent someone to choose.
Facing the rushing Jianjiang River, it is backed by the continuous mountains.
Qi Jingsheng watched them put the coffin into the pit, and he put a box of complete pastries in his own hands.
My grandmother said before her death that she wanted to try Qi Jingsheng's craftsmanship, but she didn't expect that she would never have a chance again.
After the soil was filled and the tombstone was erected, Qi Jingsheng knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times.
"Grandmother, Jingsheng can only send you here. I will also go to Huangquan in a hundred years and be your filial grandson."
"Don't worry, I will always keep your advice in mind, be loyal to the princess, and never betray."
After saying that, he kowtowed again.
After Qi Jingsheng stood up, he bowed deeply to everyone who helped this time.
"I have no chance to meet His Highness the Twelfth Prince. Please express my thanks on your behalf. I, Qi Jingsheng, will definitely repay this kindness!"
Everyone nodded and sighed, "Sad."
The drizzle fell on the cold mountains in late autumn.
The black in Qi Jingsheng's eyes was more calm and transparent than before.
The young and immature boy seemed to grow up overnight.