Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1843 Let's start (one more)
"Elder sister, is this girl the girl named Xiao Yu that our younger brother likes?" Ning Su's second sister whispered to Ning Su's eldest sister.

Sister Ning Su's eyes stayed on Xiao Yu over there, and she nodded slightly when she heard this.

"It should be," she said.

Ning Su's second sister said: "Didn't you say that she is a village girl who doesn't know the rules? Why do I think her behavior and appearance are so upright, no worse than that cousin Zhu'er!"

Sister Ning Su nodded in agreement, "Our brother's vision is really good. But, it's a pity that he doesn't have such a blessing..."

The conversation here failed to reach Xiao Yu's ears over there.

Why?

Because Xiao Yu was completely immersed in sorrow at this moment, she bent down and embraced the coffin with both hands, as if stroking the rarest treasure in the world.

"Brother Ning, Xiaoyu, I'm here to see you."

Xiao Yu murmured softly, and slowly pressed her face against it.

In the mourning hall, everyone watched silently. Lord Ning and Mrs. Ning looked at each other, both of them were stunned.

Yang Ruoqing came over, Master Ning saw her, and hurriedly said: "Excuse me, is the girl..."

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand, "I'm Xiaoyu's best friend, didn't you say that there will be a ghost wedding ceremony at Chenshi? The bride has arrived, let's start!"

Master Ning glanced at Xiaoyu lying beside the coffin again, sighed heavily, and then came to Master Ci Ning: "Let's begin!"

Master Ci Ning came forward with two young novice monks, "Leave your parents, others, please stay away for now."

Yang Ruoqing and his party retreated outside the mourning hall, and the door of the mourning hall was closed immediately.

After about a stick of incense, the door of the mourning hall opened again, and the ceremony was over.

It was night, in the mourning hall, Xiao Yu's bright red wedding dress was covered with a white filial dress.

Completely as Ningsu's widow, guarding the side of the coffin.

Both Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang came over, accompanied by their escorts.

Mrs. Ning has been working hard for the past two days, and the funeral will be held tomorrow, and guests will come to mourn the funeral, so she has to expend energy to take care of everything.

So, under the strong request of the four daughters, Mrs. Ning had to go back to the house to rest.

In the mourning hall, besides Xiao Yu, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, Ning Su's eldest sister and third sister stayed behind.

Wake-up is an extremely hard work, because the fire candles at the four corners of the coffin and the incense candles in the brazier in front of the coffin cannot be extinguished.

Moreover, every once in a while, a handful of incense paper should be burned in the brazier.

Therefore, you cannot close your eyes all night.

After a few hours, the eyelids of Ningsu's two sisters couldn't help but started fighting.

Yang Ruoqing also felt sleepy, sitting there with her head drooping.

"Qing'er, I'll take you to the guest room to rest, I'll watch over here." Luo Fengtang said softly.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, and looked at the back of Xiao Yu who was sitting beside the coffin in front of her.

"No, I'll just doze off a little bit," she said.

Luo Fengtang stretched out his hand and held her shoulder so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.

"Miss Yang, General Luo, please cover it with this."

Sister Ning Su brought over a small blanket, and at this time, Yang Ruoqing was already asleep.

Luo Fengtang took it over, thanked him softly, then shook off the blanket and covered Yang Ruoqing.

I don't know if it's because of performing rituals and fulfilling the last wish of the deceased, or what, but after midnight, Ning Mansion was actually very quiet.

No longer the whole house was in constant commotion like the previous two nights.

At this moment, Xiao Yu sat beside Ning Su's coffin, raised her hand, and caressed the cold coffin, with a poignant smile on her lips.

"Brother Ning, Xiao Yu has come to see you. Xiao Yu has a lot to say and wants to tell you, Brother Ning."

The mourning hall was very quiet, Xiao Yu talking to himself seemed a little ethereal.

"Brother Ning, do you know that when I put on a red wedding dress and stepped into this mourning hall, I felt really uncomfortable."

"I'm an unfilial daughter. I married myself without telling my parents."

"Moreover, I still married in such a ghost marriage ceremony."

"Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to achieve. I know that my parents are the ones I will be most sorry for in my life,"

"But, for you, I don't regret it."

"Brother Ning, do you know? I will never forget the first time I saw you..."

"That day, Qing'er and I went to pull bamboo shoots from the mountain behind the village, and I went to the edge to have a rest, but I didn't know that Chen Hu was following me..."

"That day, when Chen Hu pressed me under him and tore my clothes, I was really, really scared,"

"I feel like my life is over..."

"It was you, it was you who fell from the sky and helped me beat Chen Hu away."

"You are a gentleman, take off your coat and put it on me..."

"Brother Ning, do you know that you saved me..."

"Later in the south, you were busy with military affairs. Although you couldn't come out to accompany me often, you would find various excuses to come to the restaurant whenever you were free."

"If you don't say it, I understand in my heart that you are here to see me."

"For me, you fought against your family members. As the only son, you didn't go home to spend the New Year with your parents for two years. You stayed in the south with me..."

"Brother Ning, Xiao Yu likes you, no matter where you go, Xiao Yu wants to follow you."

"Up to the poor and down to the underworld, I will accompany you..."

When the voice fell, the corners of Xiaoyu's lips curled into a sad smile.

He raised his hand to caress every inch of the coffin, as if he was stroking the face of a familiar person.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise in the coffin.

Xiao Yu was taken aback, thinking it was her own illusion.

But the next moment, the same voice sounded again, like a sigh.

Xiao Yu was startled, this time, Luo Fengtang beside him also caught the sound.

Just when he was about to speak out, Yang Ruoqing, who had been dozing off with her head on his shoulder, suddenly stood up.

"Why did I hear a noise in the coffin? Could it be a fake corpse?" she said loudly.

This noise also woke up the Ning sisters who were dozing off in front.

"I, I'm going to call my parents and Master Ci Ning to come over!"

The sisters of the Ning family said, rushing out of the mourning hall.

Soon, Master Ning, Mrs. Ning, and Master Ci Ning rushed to the mourning hall.

"What's the situation? What's the situation?"

Mr. Ning hadn't entered the mourning hall yet, and anxious voices were first heard into the mourning hall.

And when they all stepped into the mourning hall, they were shocked by the scene before them.

The lid of the coffin had already been lifted, and it was thrown aside. Ning Su was half-sitting in the coffin, holding Xiao Yu who was crying with joy in his arms.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing also stood aside, their faces full of surprise.

"Su, Su'er?"

Lord Ning's eyeballs almost fell to the ground. After living half his life, this kind of bizarre thing of resurrection from the dead was the first time he encountered it.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Master Ning wouldn't believe it even if he was killed. This person who has been dead for two days can still sit up!

(End of this chapter)