Chapter 477 Steamed Bun
If you have money, you can do things easily. It only took one day, and the arrangement of the whole Zhao family was completed.Not only are the houses hung with large white silk flowers, but even every tree in the yard is covered with white cloth.

And the servants all changed into white mourning clothes. The entire Zhao family looked as if a heavy snow had just fallen. From a distance, it was snow-white.

Two coffins, one tall and one short, were parked in the front hall, the tall one was the old lady, and the short one was Zhao Xuanyu.

It was almost the mid-autumn festival, and Zhao Xuanyu's body was preserved with lime, so it didn't rot, but the smell was always a bit unpleasant.

According to the custom, the corpse should be buried for three days before the funeral.During these three days, relatives and friends will come to express their condolences.And Zhao Cheng's official position is very high, so of course there are many people who come.

Zhao Cheng was bedridden, so everything was left to Zhao Yuanxiang and Aunt Bai.

But Aunt Bai was just a concubine after all, not qualified to receive distinguished guests, so in the end, only Zhao Yuanxiang was so busy that he didn't even have time to eat, so he had to wait for the guests to leave and eat casually.

On the third day, Xuanyuan Chen actually came.

When he arrived, Zhao Yuanxiang was bowing to the guests who came to offer incense in the front hall.

Because this was the last day of the mortuary, there were not as many people who came here as in the previous two days. However, after two days of exhaustion, Zhao Yuanxiang had a sore back and back, and was very tired, but he had to hold on.

"Li Shen, the master of the Qingyun Pavilion, came to worship—"

The servant at the door sang loudly, Zhao Yuanxiang turned his head to look unexpectedly, and saw Xuanyuan Chen walking in slowly in white plain clothes.

As soon as he entered the door, his eyes fell on Zhao Yuanxiang, and he nodded to her as a greeting, then took the paper money and three sticks of incense from the servants, and lit them in front of the old lady's memorial tablet.

According to the rules, Zhao Yuanxiang had to bow to him to thank him after he worshiped.

She walked slowly to his side, and waited for him to lower his head and insert the incense into the cauldron before saying: "Thank you, Pavilion Master."

Xuanyuan Chen looked at her sideways, and then turned his eyes around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to this place, he lowered his voice and said, "Sit down when you have time, don't tire yourself out."

Zhao Yuanxiang thought to himself, it must be free.But she just nodded and said: "I know, thank you Pavilion Master for your concern."

"You go ahead, I'll stand by for a while." Xuanyuan Chen didn't bother her much because someone came from behind.

He reluctantly stepped aside, watching the proud Zhao Yuanxiang bow to these people one by one, he felt more and more dissatisfied and distressed, but he couldn't stop him.

Until noon, the continuous stream of guests finally disappeared for the time being. Zhao Yuanxiang heaved a sigh of relief, raised his hand and lightly patted his painful and numb lower back, and hurriedly sat down on the futon beside him.As soon as I sit down, I feel comfortable all over.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Chen felt helpless and distressed, but he had no right to say anything, so he could only hide those words of concern in his stomach, slowly walked to her side and knelt down, and took out a bag of things from his arms: "I'm hungry Right? Take two quick bites."

Zhao Yuanxiang took it in surprise, opened the outer veil, and inside was an oiled paper bag. Before opening it, he smelled a very familiar smell.

"Is this a bun?" she asked in surprise.

Xuanyuan Chen nodded and said with a smile: "It's been in my arms all the time, it shouldn't be cold yet, let's take a bite first."

(End of this chapter)

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