Aristocratic Concubine

Chapter 68 I Want You to Marry Me (5)
The next day, Mrs. Lin took her three daughters to Shouchangbo's mansion. White silk, white banners and white patterns and white lanterns hung high at the gate of Shouchangbo's mansion. The whole mansion was shrouded in sadness. Mrs. Shouchangbo was only 35 or [-] The appearance, can be regarded as an untimely death.

In the mourning hall, Murong Lingyun kneeled on the altar with several concubines of Uncle Shouchang. He was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. Deep sorrow, there is a trace of helplessness and distress in the thick black eyes, Wanqing is sympathetic in her heart, arrogant like Murong Lingyun, when she loses her mother's love, she will be afraid like a child, is there such a pair of tenderness and love? My eyes care about you and love you in this world. When my mother is here, I feel that everything is just as it should be. Only when I lose it, I realize how terrified and sad I am.

As if feeling Wanqing's gaze, Murong Lingyun raised his eyes suddenly, and touched the pity in Wanqing's eyes, his eyes turned red, and a layer of grievance was added to that helpless look, and his thin lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something , but as soon as he saw Wanrong beside Wanqing, the original grievance, helplessness and fear dissipated immediately, and a wave of hostility rolled over like a raging scorching wave. He twisted into a ball, as if he wanted to swallow Wanrong alive.

Under such gaze, Wanrong was a little overwhelmed, she subconsciously moved behind Wanqing, not daring to look at Murong Lingyun again.

Sister Ying was also dressed in plain clothes, she didn't seem to have slept well, she was also kneeling on the altar with a filial cloth on her head, her chubby body slipped into Murong Lingyun's arms, her eyelids were drooping, and there were still hangs hanging from under her eyelids. The tears were still wet, and her little head seemed to be dozing off. Murong Lingyun gently held her head in his arms, making her lean more comfortably. This kind of picture makes people look very sad.

The person who received Mrs. Lin was Mrs. Fang, a good concubine of Uncle Shouchang. She was about 25 or six years old, with a curvaceous figure, and there was a hint of slack and flattery in her eyebrows and eyes. When she saw Mrs. Lin coming, she greeted her warmly. Go up, arrange people to offer incense, and bow down, because Wanrong will become Shouchangbo's successor, Wanqing is a generation taller than Murong Lingyun for no reason, so when Wanqing bows down, Murong Lingyun Kowtow to return the gift.

Wanqing clearly watched the green bamboo root between Murong Lingyun's forehead bulge.Before he ran away, Wanqing thoughtfully pulled Wanrong to sit in the corner, it's better to stay away from the man who was about to go crazy.

Not long after, Aunt Zhao's family came over to hang incense. Zhao Yuxuan was dressed in a plain robe, and his whole body became more and more handsome and thin. There was a touch of melancholy in his clean eyes. As soon as he entered the door, he looked around intentionally. When he saw Wanqing in the corner At that moment, his body trembled, his eyes were dark, and there seemed to be thousands of words, all in that lightly looking back, and it just slipped by, 1 years in one glance.

Wanqing hadn't seen him since the last time she was with him by the lake, and she heard that he was sick, so she didn't go to visit him either. She only heard from Cunxiao that he was working harder in his studies. He was fighting for his life, and his hoarse voice sounded in his ears again: "As long as my sister is willing to be bold, I will fight this life, and I am willing to die."

There was heat in her eyes, Wanqing hurriedly collected her thoughts, smiled lightly at Zhao Yuxuan, and turned her gaze away.

Zhao Yuxuan's body trembled slightly, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he also turned his head away, but finally he didn't want to stand here, and after talking to Murong Lingyun for a few words, he left.

Zhao Shuyuan is very familiar with herself. After offering incense to Mrs. Shouchangbo, she went to hug her sister. Ying sister opened her eyes in a daze. Xiaozui said: "Big sister, my mother doesn't want to welcome my sister, my mother is asleep, and she won't wake up no matter how she calls."

Zhao Shuyuan's eyes were also red, she dug her out of Murong Lingyun's arms, hugged her on her knees, and coaxed her softly, she didn't know what she said to sister Ying, she stopped crying as expected, A smile appeared on the tearful face.

Yingjie's nanny said at the side: "It's Miss Zhao's who can do it. Ever since Madam left, Miss has been crying, she was so tired that she was willing to take a rest."

Wanqing felt a tingling pain in her arm, and only when she lowered her eyes did she realize that Wanrong was holding her arm tightly, her fingertips were pinching painfully, Wanqing whispered: "Second sister, why should she be as knowledgeable as her."

Only then did Wanrong relax a bit, she stood up, dragged Wanqing and walked towards Zhao Shuyuan together, Zhao Shuyuan's originally clean forehead was covered with bangs cut today, and her expression was a little tired, seeing Wanrong coming, she will welcome her sister He hugged her even tighter, as if she was afraid that Wanrong would snatch Yingjieer away.

Wan Rong walked over proudly, and said to Ying's nanny confidently: "Sister Ying is still young and weak, and the wind in the mourning hall is strong. If you stay for a long time, you will not be able to bear it. You should take her back to the house." Go and rest here, poor thing, I just fell asleep on my knees."

The nanny is also a see-it-all, knowing that Wanrong is her future mistress, she hastily agreed respectfully, and stretched out her arms to hug her sister, but she didn't want to, she hugged Zhao Shuyuan's neck tightly, and looked at her in disgust. Wanrong.

Zhao Shuyuan's face revealed a smug look, and she raised her eyebrows slightly at Wanrong. She wanted to provoke Wanrong on purpose, and wished that Wanrong would make a fool of herself in the mourning hall.

The corners of Wanrong's mouth twitched, and she said with a smile: "Since sister Ying cannot be separated from cousin, then please invite cousin to take care of sister Ying, nanny, don't neglect cousin Zhao."

With the tone of being a housewife, she instructed the people in Shouchangbo's mansion, and the nanny listened to her very well, and really went to coax her sister to sleep.

Zhao Shuyuan was so angry that her face turned pale, and she immediately followed Sister Ying away.

Aunt Zhao was so angry that she wanted to pull her, Zhao Shuyuan's eyes turned red, and Aunt Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, so she let her go.

More and more people came to hang incense, and Fang became a little busy, and many rules were messed up. Either the guests who came did not arrange a seat, or no one greeted them, or the male and female guests did not hold the screen. Separated, the whole mansion is a bit chaotic, and the servants are scurrying around like flies without a master.

Wanrong didn't avoid suspicion, so she boldly helped to take care of things, not to mention, Wanrong did things decisively and neatly, in an orderly manner, and cleared up the chaos with a few words, so the servants were willing to Following her instructions, the guests were treated more thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)