Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 376
Qingming is always accompanied by light rain, pattering on the branches of willow leaves, soft and nostalgic.

There is no bright sun, no lively smiles.

On the stone road, the common people were wearing heavy-colored satin clothes, bowing their heads and hurrying forward.

They all held a bamboo basket in their hands. In the basket were Qingming Baba, Sazi Mahua wrapped in red paper, two jugs of sake, and countless ingots folded in gold foil.

Beside the handle of the bamboo basket, there are three or two white chrysanthemums.

Pedestrians on the road hurriedly walked, and some looked indifferent, as if they had already taken life and death seriously.There are also people with sad faces, holding bamboo baskets in one hand and quietly wiping tears with the other.

The soft raindrops were blown on the face by the gentle breeze, just like those dead souls turned into a drizzle on this day, looking for their familiar relatives, accompanied by infinite grief and sorrow.

Qingshui River, Swallows Fly, Yangliuyi, Xinghuarong.

Another year.

Yan Huaijin's tomb was built on the back mountain of Fahai Temple, not far from the nine thousand stone steps where Lu Ziyu knelt down to marry his soul.

Those who can be buried in the back mountain of Fahai Temple are not just because they have some power and wealth in their families, they can do whatever they want, but they have to go through the eyes of the presiding officer of Fahai Temple.

On the day Yan Huaijin passed away, ten eminent monks came to Fahai Temple and personally transported the coffin to the back mountain of Fahai Temple and buried it at the foot of the great Buddha Lushena.

The old abbot of the temple not only chanted scriptures and prayed for Yan Huaijin, but also said, "If you hit the chaos, you will pass away, and you can cultivate good fruits in the next life."

No one could figure out what this meant.

The plain-colored curtained carriage stopped at the foot of the back mountain, and a beautiful figure in snow clothes came down from the carriage.

Lu Ziyu pulled back the veiled hat on his head, his beautiful eyes were red and swollen, and he walked up the back hill.

She stepped on the bluestone steps, walking extremely slowly step by step.

That day, she was in front.

She also knew that he was right behind her.

Holding an umbrella silently, shielding her from the wind and frost.

Walking from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, strings of teardrops fell down the front of the skirt of the clothes along the cheeks like a broken thread on the delicate face under the veiled hat.

She is ashamed, ashamed, ashamed.

When Lu Ziyu came to the back mountain, he saw Yan Huaijin's tomb at a glance.

The tomb was clean, as if it had just been cleaned.There are many fruits and refreshments placed in front of the tombstone, and two older men and women stand.

The two supported each other and stood silently in front of the tombstone for a long time.

Although Lu Ziyu was far away, he could vaguely tell from the sadness in the air that those two were Yan Huaijin's living parents.

The feeling of guilt in her heart was getting heavier, as if she was going to be dragged into the wet soil.

Lu Ziyu hid her body behind a thick banyan tree, her back pressed tightly against the cracked bark, not daring to make any sound.

It's not that she tried to avoid it, but she really has no face with Yan's family now, especially Yan Huaijin's parents.

The two figures standing in front of the tombstone left without knowing when, Lu Ziyu looked around, and slowly came to Yan Huaijin's tomb with his hands clasped.

She put down the bamboo basket in her hand, and brought out a small plate of hibiscus cakes and a pot of tea.

Hibiscus cake, he once asked her for it.

During the elder brother's imperial examination, he said that he hadn't eaten breakfast, so he got a piece of hibiscus cake from her.He clearly said he was hungry, but after getting the hibiscus cake, he wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it in his arms.

I don't know if he ate it in the end.

The tea is brewed early, and the brewed tea soup is bright in color and has a strong fragrance of gardenia.

Gently sniff, like bathing in warm wind.

This is not bitter Wuyi cinnamon.

This is the four seasons of spring.
Last time at Mu Cangzhai, Yan Huaijin said that he likes the Four Seasons Spring Tea, Lu Ziyu wrote it down, but he didn't expect that this time the two of them would drink this tea together, it would be like this.

Lu Ziyu took off his hat, speechless.

She looked deeply at the stele, opened her lips, and closed them again.

I don't know what to say.

She was full of guilt, but no matter how much she said, she couldn't get him back.
"Imperial concubine, this is something my wife asked me to give you." A hoarse male voice cut Lu Ziyu's melancholy, "Madam also asked me to tell you that everyone has their own destiny, and you don't need to blame yourself .”

Lu Ziyu looked up, but saw a familiar looking boy.

This is Xu Huai, Yan Huaijin's personal attendant.

Holding an exquisite wooden box in his arms, he handed it to Lu Ziyu.

Madam gave something?
Could it be that Mrs. Yan knew that she was coming just now, so she left first with Mr. Yan.

"Everyone has their own destiny, so there is no need to blame yourself?" Lu Ziyu murmured and repeated Mrs. Yan's words, and couldn't help but wry smile.

It is obvious that she should step forward to comfort that lady, but why is she now the one being comforted?

The pain of losing a child is worse than cutting out a heart.

Her guilt was not worth mentioning in front of Mrs. Yan.

"Si Niang is remorseful, she has no face to see Madam. I hope Madam will not blame Si Niang for being disrespectful and narrow-minded just now." Lu Ziyu wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and carefully took the wooden box that Xu Huai handed over.

The wooden box is very light, and it seems that there is nothing in it.

After Xu Huai gave the wooden box to Lu Ziyu, he gave a perfunctory courtesy and resigned.

If it wasn't for the young master's entrustment and the madam's order, he really couldn't help but yell at the lady of the Lu family right now.

His son could still have some time to live, if it wasn't for the woman in front of him doing a reckless and stupid thing, then why would his son's life be used to make up for the mistakes.

Lu Ziyu could clearly feel the hatred simmering in her heart, she bit her lip and opened the delicately carved wooden box.

What caught his eye made Lu Ziyu startled.

A famous post with faded handwriting, a piece of hibiscus pastry that has been dry and cracked for a long time, and a letter with the words "Sister Yu kisses you"
Yan Huaijin was unwilling to return the famous post when Mu Cangzhai opened.The hibiscus pastry was outside the palace gate, and Yan Huaijin asked for it on his own initiative.

The letter was the last thing Yan Huaijin left for Lu Ziyu, and also the only thing that belonged to him.

Lu Ziyu put the box on the ground, and wanted to get the letter, but the hibiscus pastry that had been placed beside it for a long time was broken in half.

A small white ball of paper fell out of the dry stuffing.

Occasionally, Lu Ziyu stretched out his hand to pinch the paper ball out.

Open it and see, the beautiful eyes reveal an incredible expression.

On the day of the elder brother's palace examination, she made a basket of hibiscus cakes, each stuffed with happy notes for winning the championship.But there was only one piece. She was rushing to send her eldest brother to the gate of the palace, but she couldn't think of a good word, so she wrote a random word and put it in it.

Lu Ziyu still remembered that when she wrote "I know what I mean, I appreciate your pity."

Look at the note in your hand again - I know what I mean, and I feel sorry for you.
As if destined, she would fail him in this life.

With trembling fingertips, he opened the letter.

There are no long stories, and there is no infatuation exposed.

Some are just ten words, which is heart-wrenching to watch.

"I wish everything is mine, but please feel at ease."

When Yan Huaijin was about to die, what she cared about and worried about was that she would live restlessly when she found out the truth of the matter in the future.

He never said some affectionate words in the letter, so that Lu Ziyu could know his heart.

He comforted her and fought against all right and wrong alone.

Tears hit the thin letter paper, blurring a circle of ink.

Lu Ziyu's legs went limp and he knelt on the ground.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan"

She choked with sobs and called out, sincerely.

She finally changed her name and stopped calling him Young Master Yan.

But this "Brother Yan", he could no longer stand in front of her and hear clearly only by relying on Qingfeng to convey the message.

The rain suddenly became violent and drenched Lu Ziyu's clothes thoroughly.

She didn't hide or hide, she still knelt before his tombstone.

The face was wet, and it was already hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

After a long time, an oil-paper umbrella rested firmly on top of her head.

It's a pity that he will never be that gentle and gentle young man again.
　Brother Yan is my white moonlight
　　
　
(End of this chapter)