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The housekeeper of Yining Duke's Mansion personally greeted Cheng Yihou and walked to the inner courtyard.

When I came to a cross courtyard in the west, I saw a mourning hall in the courtyard.

The coffin lay there, but it was not covered.

Duke Yi Ning was lying on it, not sure if he was awake or asleep.

A large group of people surrounded him to persuade him, but some did not persuade him, probably because he could not persuade him.

"Has the father-in-law been like this these past few days?" Master Lu asked.

"Who says it's not! I've been persuading you for several days, but it's no use. My father-in-law just won't let go." The housekeeper shook his head and sighed.

Lord Lu Hou stepped forward, and Lord Yining raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face looked even older.

"Brother Baili, are you here to see my joke?" At this time, Mr. Yi Ning looked like an old hedgehog with blown fur, "Just laugh! Laugh at me, Meng Lang! Laugh at me, crazy!"

His confidante is gone, and he doesn't care about anything anymore.

"Don't get me wrong, my lord. I'm here to visit you." Lord Lu Hou said, "By the way, I'll give you a present."

"Gift? I don't want anything! I just want my Shuangqing..."

Speaking of which, Duke Yining began to cry again.

You could see he was really sad.

"I know that my father-in-law is heartbroken, but please take a look at what I brought here." Master Lu Hou said and slowly unfolded the embroidered portrait.

Duke Yi Ning's teary eyes saw the beauty looking at him with a smile like a flower, the same appearance as when he was born.

Immediately rushed forward, hugged, and cried: "My good man! You smiled at me again!"

The people who came to persuade him in the past two days didn't know themselves, moved them with emotion, understood them with reason, acted both hard and soft, and used everything to their extremes.

But he couldn't listen to a word those people said.

All he knows is that his words have faded, and his forgetfulness has withered.

No one can empathize with him, they just want to bury her quickly, once and for all.

But Duke Yi Ning couldn't bear it, thinking that he would never see her again, the old man felt as if a knife was piercing his heart.

He sat on the ground and wept while gently stroking the person in the portrait.

Her hair is so soft, her eyes are so bright and affectionate.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something to herself.

She moved lightly with lotus steps, as if she wanted to get closer to herself.

Compared with the pale face and closed eyes lying in the coffin now, the person on the embroidered portrait is the lively Shuang Qing who is by his side!

"My father's condolences! Since ancient times, people can't come back to life after death. This embroidered image can be thought of, hung in a quiet room, receiving a wisp of cigarettes; pouring out your sorrows, it can be counted as trustworthy." Lu Hou said softly.

"Brother Baili, you really have a heart. I, Xu, will always remember this friendship. The previous unhappiness between the two of us will be wiped out!" Duke Yining nodded and said, "I will cherish this embroidered portrait even more. After a hundred years, follow me Burying it underground is fulfilling the oath I made with Shuangqing."

"My lord is a man of temperament, and I sincerely appreciate it." When Lord Lu came out of the house, his wife reminded him ten thousand times that in order to marry a good daughter-in-law, he must lower his posture again and again.

"I'm laughing," Mr. Yining wiped the corners of his eyes, "I understand the truth, but I just can't let it go."

Glancing at the coffin again, he sighed and said, "You all go out! I'll talk to her a few more words."

Hearing what he said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this was the last farewell.

So they all went out, and the butler even invited Lu Houye and several distinguished guests to the guest room to drink tea.

After about a stick of incense, Duke Yining walked out slowly with the embroidered statue in his arms.

"Build the coffin and bury it!" Duke Yining said in a desolate voice, "It's better for me to let her be buried in the ground."

The butler hurriedly signaled the servants in the mansion to do it, and everyone hurriedly put the lid on the coffin and nailed it in again.

Then he carried the coffin at the funeral and went out through the back door.

Xu Chunjun slept at Lu's house all morning, and went home after lunch.

Mrs. Lu said: "Grandpa hasn't come back yet, the matter is probably done. When I go back tomorrow, I will tell you the details."

Xu Chunjun smiled and agreed, and went home in a carriage.

When I got home, I went to see my grandma and mother-in-law first.

Fang's life is going well now, and she looks younger than in the past few years. When she saw Xu Chunjun, she said: "There are many people serving me, go and rest quickly! No rules!"

"It's not to make rules, just come and have a look." Xu Chunjun said with a smile.

"You are stronger than Nezha on the stage! You are almost three heads and six arms." Fang said with a smile, "Your elder sister sent some specialties from Dongdu to the family, and the old lady and I didn't eat them.

He asked to take out half of it and send it to your mother's family, and put the rest to your side. "

Xu Chunjun thanked him with a smile, and said, "Dare to take advantage of me in the end."

"What do you mean by being cheap? Aren't you from your own family?" Fang said, "You have been away for half a day, and you have nothing to lose. I got up early and went to the yamen, and I won't be back until after noon!"

Xu Chunjun blushed slightly and did not speak, and sat for a while before going back to his room.

After noon, Zheng Wuji rushed back like a wild horse.

When I saw Xu Chunjun, I got angry with her first and asked her why she came back only now.

"Didn't I tell you to help my aunt with work?" Xu Chunjun said.

"Why is the work so urgent? You have to tell me, I've been thinking about it all day and night." Zheng Wuji complained quite a bit, "I won't ask you to go alone next time, unless I accompany you."

"Look at you, how do you guard against your aunt like you are guarding against something?" Xu Chunjun looked at him amusedly, "That's your real aunt."

"So what? I can't just keep you here." Zheng Wuji said aggrievedly, "You don't know how I survived last night, I can't sleep without you at all..."

Xu Chunjun's face turned red again, and he coughed twice before telling him what was going on.

After hearing this, Zheng Wuji said with a smile: "Grandpa Xu is really a lunatic! His son is so rigid and incomprehensible.

Now that we are in the same ministry, it is difficult to tell him a joke. "

"Auntie is for the third lady of her family, otherwise she wouldn't have spent so much effort." Xu Chunjun said.

"I don't believe there is anyone better than you." Zheng Wuji said with a face full of complacency, "Auntie can't help it, if it wasn't for the fact that her family was still young when you first came to Beijing, she probably would have left you at her own home. "

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes." Xu Chunjun rolled his eyes at him and said, "I've had enough sleep, let's go shopping in the street!"

"It's rare that my wife is in a good mood today. As a husband, I must accompany her! Tell me! Where are you going to go shopping?" Zheng Wuji hurriedly asked.

"Walk all the way along Baixian Street, choose a restaurant, and eat and drink." Xu Chunjun said.

"Then there is a newly opened Jiangnan restaurant, which should suit your appetite. I was planning to take you there in the next few days!" Although Zheng Wuji put his heart down, his ability to have fun has not diminished.

After all, this is how children came here.