The lady may not be human

Hearing this news, Dong Nuan was stunned for a moment.

Just as she was thinking, did the person disappear?
Thinking about it, she has been away from Beijing for a long time, Mrs. Hou's health is not very good, maybe, after a delay of two months, the other party will run out of fuel and die.

After reacting, Dongnuan sighed softly, with regret in his brows and eyes.

Speaking of it, Mrs. Hou is not too old, and I don't know the specific cause of the disease.

Of course, Dong Nuan didn't quite understand what the imperial doctors said.

What is this false, what is wrong.

In modern times, the causes or pathologies of this disease and that disease are the same, but the explanations are different.

But thinking about it now is useless.

Mrs. Hou is gone, and the Hou Mansion has to do white things, and other families have to go to mourn, as a show of etiquette.

Dongnuan must also go here, after all, Hanjianglou and Wen Shuran are classmates, and the two governments can be regarded as having some friendship, so there must be some preparations.

I just returned to the academy at Hanjiang Building, so I don't think I have much time, but there should still be some time to go to offer a stick of incense.

Therefore, Dongnuan asked Qingzhu to start preparing some items.

Clothes and the like also need to be changed to plain colors as much as possible.

You can't go to condolences to others, and you still wear fancy clothes. Isn't this looking for work?
The clothes of the Hanjiang Building are ready, a pale gown, heavy in color, not frivolous and bright.

On Dongnuan's side, Qingzhu had prepared several sets. She picked them out, and finally picked out an ivory white embroidered long-sleeved jacket, a thick moon-white bijia, and a horse-face skirt with glazed blue embroidered cranes. The top is plain and light, and the bottom skirt is heavy in color, neither frivolous nor gaudy.

After comparing Dongnuan, he felt that this outfit was not bad, so he signaled Qingzhu to prepare the clothes first.

Mrs. Hou is gone today, and the Hou Mansion can hang white lanterns today, but the condolences will not start until tomorrow.

Han Jianglou also heard the news from the academy, so he didn't stay in the academy in the evening, but came back directly in a carriage.

The dinner seemed a little quiet because of Mrs. Hou's departure.

After dinner, the two of them sat in the small hall and drank Xiaoshi soup. In front of them was a crackling charcoal brazier, which burned high-quality charcoal fire, almost no smoke and dust, and the taste was not bad.

Holding the warm hawthorn soup cup in Dong Nuan's hand, after a long time, he sighed softly: "I was thinking about posting the post today, and I will try again in the past. Who knows, the person will be gone."

Hanjiang Tower was actually quite unexpected, but Dongnuan couldn't be blamed for this kind of thing.

What's more, even if it's weird, he's still on his little lady's side.

So, hearing Dong Nuan say this, fearing that she would blame herself for this matter, Han Jianglou couldn't help but softly said: "The world is impermanent, and you shouldn't expect too much. It's not your fault."

After speaking, he was afraid that Dongnuan would feel bad, so Hanjianglou put the Xiaoshi soup bowl on the desk, he got up and walked in front of Dongnuan, gently hugged the little girl in his arms, dismounted and gently pressed against her collarbone At the place, the voice was low and sweet: "Nuanbao, you are not a saint, you can't save the people, let's do our best."

Dongnuan just sighed for a while, but it was not particularly uncomfortable.

To put it bluntly, she doesn't have a deep friendship with Mrs. Hou. Although the relationship is good, the relationship is still shallow.

So, say sad?
It's not that serious, or it's hypocritical, it's just that I can't help but sigh for a while.

"All I know is that I can't help sighing, the world is really impermanent." Dongnuan sighed softly, and arched into Hanjianglou's arms.

A fluffy little head kept sticking into his arms, Han Jianglou couldn't control it, he raised his head and gently kissed the little girl's hair.

After taking this sip, it seemed that a certain switch had been turned on, making Hanjiang Tower unable to resist wanting to ask for more.

So, he kissed again and again, and at the end of the kiss, Dongnuan couldn't help shrinking his neck and begging for mercy: "Oh, it's itchy, it's too itchy, didn't you shave!"

When Hanjianglou was asked this question, he couldn't help but doubt himself, and reached out to touch it, and murmured, "I scratched it."

Realizing that he remembered correctly, Han Jiang Lou tightly held Dong Nuan's hand, and his voice was deep and seductive: "Nuan Bao, try again, it really scratched."

Dongnuan: ...!
Hmph, take advantage of me, and want me to take the initiative, no way...

Ah, yes, there are doors.

Who makes the other party beautiful and delicious!

The gentle coaxing from Hanjiang Tower dilutes Dongnuan's sadness about the impermanence of life.

Early in the morning of the second day, Dongnuan and Hanjianglou tidied up, changed into new clothes, and finished their makeup. Hanjianglou only had a plain mahogany hairpin pinned to it.

Of course, the different significance of this hairpin is that it was carved by Dong Nuan himself, and the pattern on it is very simple, but the intentions are different, and the meanings they represent are also different.

Hanjianglou usually is reluctant to wear it.

It's just that today's makeup and jewelry should be plain.

Therefore, Hanjiang Tower chose this.

Dong Nuan is the clothes prepared yesterday, and the hair is also combed relatively simple, with frost-colored velvet flowers on it, and a white jade begonia step shake, and the earrings are also simple white jade gourds.

After the two packed up, they took the carriage to Andinghou's Mansion.

A lot of people came to express their condolences today, Wen Shuran and his elder brother Wen Dingran, the eldest son of the Marquis Mansion, and several Shu brothers, welcomed and sent them off.

Dongnuan and Hanjianglou put incense on Mrs. Hou together, and then the male and female guests separated.

Dong Nuan went to the backyard, and Mrs. Hou was gone. Now the man in charge of the house is Mrs. Lin, the eldest son's wife.

Speaking of which, this Mrs. Lin is still related to Mr. Lin, the prison supervisor of Shanglin Court.

However, the relationship is farther away, but they are all of the same race.

Dong Nuan and this Lin family do not have a deep connection. Lin's thinking is traditional and his behavior is relatively rigid. In his heart, he looks down on a girl like Dong Nuan who is very outgoing.

Of course, people's etiquette is in place, and they will not show it externally or deliberately target it.

But Dong Nuan has a very keen sense. It is impossible for her not to know whether the other party likes her or not.

After knowing it, the relationship between the two people is relatively distant and polite, not close.

After seeing Mrs. Lin, Dong Nuan greeted him politely, and the other party also greeted her. After all, Dong Nuan has a higher status.

After the two were polite, Dong Nuan went in to find the second girl, and Lin continued to welcome the guests.

Her mother had just passed away, and the second girl was not in a very good condition. When socializing with others, she always tried her best. After putting on makeup, she still looked very haggard.

Seeing her like this, and thinking about how a few months ago, she was still a young second girl, and Dong Nuan had mixed feelings in her heart.

After seeing Dongnuan, the second girl cheered up and said a few words to her.

Dong Nuan visited Mrs. Hou last time, and Mrs. Hou was in better condition for a few days, but after those few days, it went from bad to worse.

Because of this, Second Miss Wen is quite grateful for Dongnuan.

At least let the mother feel comfortable for two days.