Chapter seventy-eight, fortunately, things are still there
Yu Ruiwen knew that Yu Xijiao was going to watch the night, so he refused at that time. But Yu Xijiao had no choice but to talk about Yu Lanxuan's kindness to her, and said that she would never be able to repay such a great kindness in this life, so she could only do more for her in front of the funeral.
It's almost useless.
Seeing how pitiful her daughter was and feeling that she really meant it, Yu Ruiwen finally had no choice but to agree.
But he didn't take Yu Xijiao there immediately. He let Yu Xijiao rest for a while, and then came to call her during dinner and let her sleep a little longer at this time.
Yu Xijiao agreed obediently.
Yu Ruiwen then went to the Zhengyuan Hou Mansion to help. Yu Xijiao rested until dinner time before taking Qingyue and Nanny Xu to the Zhengyuan Hou Mansion.
We still walked through the side door connecting the two mansions. Yu Ruiwen specifically told him that since he had already passed through the gate of Zhengyuan Hou Mansion before, he could always go through the side door next, which would be much more convenient and simpler.
When Yu Xijiao passed by, the dinner at Zhengyuan Hou Mansion had not yet been prepared. Yu Xijiao went to see Yu Ruiwen first, which was what Yu Ruiwen had ordered before.
"Father! Madam!" Yu Ruiwen and Qian were together, and when Yu Xijiao saw them, she stepped forward to salute.
Yu Ruiwen frowned when he heard Yu Xijiao call Mrs. Qian "Mrs." in person. This was actually against the rules. It seemed that her daughter was still angry. After thinking about it, she did not correct her daughter's name.
"Is the third girl feeling better?" Qian looked at Yu Xijiao up and down and asked with concern.
"Thank you madam, it's nothing serious." Yu Xijiao looked indifferent.
"It's okay, just be careful next time." Qian warned.
Yu Xijiao nodded and said no more.
Qian originally wanted to say something, but when she saw Yu Xi was stunned, she didn't know what to say for a moment, so she could only laugh twice: "It's going to be dinner soon, Miss Three, come with me to have dinner."
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"That's fine!" Yu Ruiwen nodded, "Jiao'er will go to the mourning hall to keep vigil in a while, so please pay more attention."
"Don't worry, Lord Marquis, I understand." Mrs. Qian said quickly, coming over to hold Yu Xijiao's hand affectionately.
Yu Xijiao avoided it calmly, bowed to Yu Ruiwen, and then followed Qian to the flower hall of the female family members.
Today is not the main banquet, the only people left are people from the Yu family, and they are not here. One or two people from each family are here to help.
Yu Xijiao used it for a while, then stepped back and led people to the mourning hall.
Most of the people were eating at this time, and there was only one woman standing guard outside the mourning hall. When she saw Yu Xijiao coming, she hurriedly saluted.
Yu Xijiao went in, but Nanny Xu stayed behind and said to the mother-in-law: "You should go and have a meal first. There are few people here. It won't be appropriate for you to use it when there are more people."
This is true. Although it is unlikely that guests will come to worship at night, today we have to stay up all night and have invited a group of Taoist priests to lead our people to worship. The servants may not have free time. If we don’t take advantage of this opportunity
It's empty, and I've had dinner early, so I'm afraid I won't even have time to eat in a while.
"Thank you!" The mother-in-law nodded and thanked her, and left in a hurry.
Aunt Xu stayed outside the mourning hall, guarding the mother-in-law and watching where she was coming from.
Yu Xijiao entered the mourning hall and looked at the two coffins placed at the front. Behind the coffins was the coffin. Her eyes became cold under her long eyelashes.
He took two steps forward and reached out to touch the coffin in front of him.
My mother was not dead, but she was reduced to charcoal. There were only a few pieces of clothing here, but they were used as my own body. It was really ridiculous.
He took out a medicine bag from his cuff and opened it to find something in powder form. The color was very light, a light yellow-white color, not obvious. These were the two medicines that Yu Xijiao had specially chosen before and she ground them into powder herself.
He stretched out his tender fingers to pick some of the light white powder, and then wiped it vigorously on a seal of his coffin again and again until all the powder in his hand was smeared on the coffin in front of him.
Yu Xijiao moved to another coffin, which was her mother's coffin. She raised her eyes to look at this coffin and slightly raised her lips. Fortunately, her mother was fine. Fortunately, her mother was still alive. What was in front of her was
They are just clothes.
He set fire to himself and set himself on fire, so that others would misunderstand that his mother died in the fire as well as him. Fortunately, otherwise, he would have no way to survive and his mother would not be able to escape either.
His fingers once again found light-colored powder and applied it to the seal of the coffin.
Collecting the medicine bag in her cuffs, Yu Xijiao took two steps back, looked at the coffin in front of her, turned around and walked out. She had important things to do while there were few people around.
The three masters and servants left the mourning hall again.
Yu Xijiao didn't feel any pressure about the fact that no one was guarding the mourning hall. The only person who died here was herself. Now that she was reborn, why should she care about a few clothes.
He walked around the mourning hall and took a shortcut. When he saw the ruins in front of him, Yu Xijiao stopped. She was reborn and saw the burning place where she was born. All that was left in her eyes was a
Cold.
Sure enough, Ning had dealt with this place early. The yard here has been bulldozed and is covered with bricks and stones. Everything has been buried in the ground. If you want to dig it up, you must remove some of the stones.
When the bricks were moved away, it looked like there were quite a few.
"Girl." Nanny Xu and Qingyue looked at the ruins in front of them in shock. Qingyue couldn't help but said, "Is this... the place where Lanxuan County Lord caught fire?"
Yu Xijiao nodded, took a deep look at the ruins again, and ordered: "Mother Xu, go to the kitchen and ask for a pastry for me. Just say that I didn't use much just now, and you're afraid that I
I got hungry for a while, so I went to look for it. If there wasn’t any in the kitchen, just pick something that looked okay. Don’t come back in a hurry. I’ll go to the funeral hall first when I come back. If anyone asks, just say I’ll be there when you leave.
In the mourning hall."
Aunt Xu obeyed and turned around to leave.
Yu Xijiao turned around and took Qingyue in the other direction.
This time I went to the main courtyard where Yu Lanxuan lived before. No one came here. The door was ajar. When I opened the door, everything was white and almost covered with white cloth. You could tell by looking at it.
The people inside are no longer here, so Bai Man hangs out so much just because he misses her.
This is not a mourning hall, but it is necessary to hang white hangings. Just now during dinner, I heard Qian and Ning talking about some of the procedures tonight, saying that the Taoist priests they invited would come here to worship. Then
A burning place gives people chills and chills, so it is an excellent place to choose.
He also said that everything here has been arranged early.
He exhaled forcefully, leaving Qingyue outside the house, and entered the house. The door was ajar. When he opened the door and saw that the layout inside was the same as before, he pursed his lips hard and suppressed the pain in his heart.
With that hatred in his heart, he slowly walked in. Everything was the same as before, except for the people who were here at that time.
Come in again, she has been reborn, she is Yu Xijiao.
Her fingers touched the dressing table, which was very clean, as if this was the place where she had always lived, as if she had never left here and was locked up in that remote little yard.
Sitting down in front of the dressing table, I saw a girl's face in the bronze mirror in front of the dressing table. Her long eyelashes fluttered twice. What I saw in a trance was another face. Yu Lanxuan's face was more beautiful than the current Yu.
The face of Yu Lanxuan, who is three years older than Xi Jiao, has always been the same face that she has seen in the mirror for so many years. Now that she has a different face, she also has an additional memory.
Two completely different lives, but both were clearly reflected in her mind, clearly reminding her of her current identity.
He closed his eyes and calmed down his rapid breathing. When he opened his eyes again, he saw only a sharp look in his eyes. He reached out to open a box on the top of the dressing table and took out a key from it. Then he stood up and looked back.
Looking at everything in the house, I picked up my skirt and turned around to leave.
"Girl!" Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Yu Xijiao coming out.
Yu Xijiao nodded and led her out of this courtyard. They took a small path. After making a few detours skillfully, they came to another courtyard. Compared with the courtyard just now, this courtyard was actually smaller.
Big, this is dad's study, but there is a lock on the door.
After Yu Xijiao looked around, she picked up a brick and hit the lock on it hard. After three or two blows, the lock loosened and the buckle fell down.
"Girl...girl." Qingyue stuttered.
"Come in with me." Yu Xijiao opened the door and walked in. Qingyue didn't care about anything else and hurriedly followed.
The door was ajar again.
"Qingyue, stay here and watch out if anyone comes." Although Yu Wanming thought it was impossible for anyone to come at this time, she still warned her.
Daddy's yard used to be unlocked, but during the three years of mourning for her father, this place was where her mother came most often, and it was also the place where Yu Lanxuan accompanied her mother to miss her father.
The yard outside was locked, and it was overgrown with weeds. It had only been a few months before the place became deserted. If my mother was still here, how could she let my father's study become so remote?
Pushing open the ajar door, everything inside was as before, except for the thick dust, which showed that it had not been taken care of for a while.
Yu Xijiao entered the study. Behind the large bookcase, there was a bookcase on one side, which contained some military books and strategies that her father liked to read. Hanging on the wall behind her was a sword, the Longquan Sword, which was also her father's favorite.
But when my father died, the sword was not with him.
Biting her lip hard, suppressing the grief in her heart, she drew a sharp white line on her lips. She walked up to the sword and took the sword off the wall. The wide guard was almost in her hand.
It's thick, has no gorgeous decoration in the mouth, and feels smooth when you hold it.
He groped around the hilt of the sword and found a protrusion. He pressed it hard a few times, and a small gap suddenly popped up in the wide guard.
The gap was not big, but there was actually a piece of paper inside. Yu Xijiao took out the paper from inside, closed the guard, and hung it on the wall again.
He took two steps back, looked at the wall and found nothing unusual, then turned around to the bookcase, stepped on the chair on the side, reached out and took out a black box from the top of the bookcase.
The box was not heavy, about the size of a palm, and not big. It was locked, but it was exactly what she was looking for. She couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. This was something her father had repeatedly told her. Fortunately, the things were still there...