Abandoned and Reborn: The Concubine's Revenge Journal

Nanny Zhu was buried in Zhu's mansion!

The people in Fuchunju were very efficient. On the second day, they built a yard with three entrances and three exits in the east of the city, bought maids and servants, and cleaned up the inside and outside before setting up the mourning hall. .

Ye Qingmei got out of the carriage, looked at the two imposing characters Zhu Fu, and felt a bit of sadness in her heart, if it had been arranged like this earlier, it would be fine.

The sound of chanting scriptures lingered in the courtyard, and there was a piece of whiteness everywhere, the white mourning hall, white snow, and white mourning clothes. Ye Qingmei was also wearing a white mourning dress today, with her black hair in between. There was a small white chrysanthemum, and the whole person was as cold as a fairy, except for those eyes, which were as warm as a ball of flame.

"Girl, it's time!"

Jinse supported Ye Qingmei, and Ye Qingmei turned it off. Tomorrow is the winter solstice. Her birthday is the day before the winter solstice, but today is the day of her burial. From tomorrow onwards, there will never be another day. Personally, I will think about cooking a bowl of longevity noodles and making two red eggs in the morning.

Her nanny, . . . left.

"Where is Zhu Yun?"

Ye Qingmei asked, these days, after listening to the servants' reports, Zhu Yun has really fulfilled his duty as a filial son. Apart from solving his physical needs, he basically stays in the mourning hall, takes a nap when he is sleepy, and wakes up. Continue to guard, Ye Qingmei is very satisfied with this!

"Zhu Yun, don't you want to rest for a while?" Ye Qingmei looked at Zhu Yun with panda eyes, and couldn't help feeling distressed. She was using Zhu Yun to exchange her peace of mind. What a shame!

Zhu Yunjian was Ye Qingmei, "No, this is what I should do."

Ye Qingmei was not resolute either, she knew in her heart that this was Zhu Yun's attitude, if you brought me out from there, I would naturally repay you, I can't let you feel that your original choice was wrong.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger... The heavy snow like goose feathers is falling non-stop. After a while, there is only one color between the sky and the earth, white.

"It's snowing, the coffin bearer may have a hard time walking!" Jin Se worried, and Ye Qingmei only ordered, "Give me twice as much money."

The mage in charge of the funeral, dressed in a cassock as bright as blood and holding a Buddhist staff in his hand, stood up from the futon on the ground, walked to the coffin, bit his finger, and drew a line on the coffin. Talisman!

After the talisman was drawn, the mage walked directly outside the gate of the mansion, followed by the filial son, followed by the coffin, and then many funeral objects, all of which were pasted with paper, such as houses and carriages, maids and servants, gold and silver Soft and so on, everything.

Ye Qingmei didn't plan to bury Nanny Zhu more, she was afraid that after a hundred years, there would be a tomb robber, Captain Mo Jin, visiting her.

The bottom of Madam Zhu's tomb is a geomantic gem selected by the eminent monk. It is said that burying it there can ensure the prosperity of Zhu's family for ten generations.

Ye Qingmei is not greedy, ten generations, ten generations is enough.

When the coffin was put into the earth pit dug in advance, Ye Qingmei's tears flowed out. This time, it was really a separation between heaven and man forever.

Handfuls of loess rose up and fell on the coffin together with snowflakes.

Ye Qingmei stood in the distance, watching those people put Madam Zhu into a cold soil kang, filled it with soil, and erected a stone tablet next to it, writing the name Zhu's Shoes A certain person was buried here on a certain day of a certain month in a certain year, and the person who erected the stele wrote Zhu Yun, a filial son.