Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 673
The snow-blue curtain slowly fell, covering the bed full of beautiful spring scenery...

When Mu Yutang woke up, the pale golden sunlight filled the whole room, and the surrounding was empty and cold. Xiao Qingyu had been away for a long time.

Mu Yutang stared bitterly at the place where Xiao Qingyu had slept, rubbed her sore waist, and sat up slowly. Last night she was tortured by Xiao Qingyu until midnight, and she took a bath in a daze. I fell asleep after taking a few mouthfuls of hot porridge, and I didn't wake up until now, with my hungry chest pressed against my back.

"Come here!" The cold voice was weak.

Lin Wanyun, who was guarding the door, heard it clearly, opened the door and walked in: "Concubine Shi Zi, you are awake!"

Mu Yutang hummed lightly: "Where is your son?"

Lin Wanyun said softly: "Back to Shi Zifei, Shi Zi went to Mengyao Academy early in the morning."

Mu Yutang nodded understandingly. There are a lot of things happening in Mengyao Academy recently, and Qingyu basically handles things in Xuechen Building during the day.

"Concubine Shizi, your cousin Su Biying came this morning and said she wanted to ask if you would go to the Song Mansion to express condolences. Seeing you sleeping, she went to the Song Mansion alone." Lin Wanyun said softly.

Mu Yutang's eyes froze, Song Shu passed away, and those who were close to the Song family would go to the Song Mansion to express their condolences. Why don't she take this opportunity to go to the Song Mansion to see if she can find any clues: "Order someone to prepare a car, I'm going Song Mansion."

The Song family is an imperial merchant and has a certain influence in the capital. Song Shu, as the head of the Song family, has been missing for 16 years. Now that the body is found, it has caused an uproar in the capital. The common people gathered in twos and threes to discuss it. He ran to the gate of the Song Mansion to see what happened.

The gate of the Song Mansion was covered with white flags, and there was an endless stream of guests who came to express their condolences. The housekeeper of the Song Mansion stood at the door, welcoming the guests politely, with a sad face and eyes full of sadness.

Mu Yutang walked into the Song Mansion, led by the little maid to the mourning hall, and saw guests expressing condolence in the mourning hall. There were more than a dozen young monks sitting around the coffin behind the mourning hall, holding rosary beads and chanting words. The head monk was wearing Kasaya stood behind the coffin, shaking a copper bell in his hand, and quickly uttered sentences in Sanskrit that others could not understand.

"What is that master doing?"

The little maid said politely and softly: "Returning to the concubine, I am doing something."

Mu Yutang raised her eyebrows: "Isn't it the master who took the little monks to knock on the wooden fish and chant scriptures when doing things to save the dead? But the master was shaking the copper bell in front of the coffin. Ghost."

The little servant girl's complexion changed slightly, and she hurriedly said: "Concubine Shizi, it's disrespectful to the dead to talk about suppressing souls and exorcising ghosts in front of the mourning hall, and there will be troubles, please be careful, be careful!"

Mu Yutang looked at her unnatural gaze, and there was a hint of meaning in her pupils: "I'm just saying casually, why are you so nervous, maybe your house is really haunted."

The little maid's body trembled, her eyes flickered with unconcealable panic, and the guests who came and went looked at them one after another when they saw that they were not moving forward, with deep doubt and bewilderment flashing in their eyes.

The little girl's eyes flickered, and she looked at Mu Yutang quietly, but she saw that Mu Yutang was also looking at her, her cold eyes were as clear as glass and as sharp as ice, as if she could instantly pierce the falsehood and see things clearly the most authentic.

The little servant girl only felt a bang, and her mind went blank for a moment. She finally came back to her senses after a while, gritted her silver teeth, and said in a low voice: "Shi Zifei, to be honest, there was indeed a ghost in our house last night."

Mu Yutang's eyes froze: "What's going on?"

"My eldest lady is filial, and she personally arranged the mourning hall for the master last night. She never thought that when she placed the master's body and was about to leave, the soul of the master suddenly appeared in front of her, with a ferocious face like a ghost, and scared her into unconsciousness. I didn't wake up until half an hour ago..." The little servant girl narrated the incident in a low voice, her eyes full of horror and lingering fear.

Mu Yutang looked at the mourning hall, and sure enough, only Mrs. Song and Song Rufan were greeting the guests, and Song Ruyan was nowhere to be seen: "Could it be that she was too tired and was blinded?" Although Mu Yutang has traveled through thousands of years, she still doesn't believe in ghosts said.

The little maid shook her head, and said solemnly, "The servants who arranged the mourning hall also saw the master's soul, and all of them were paralyzed from fright."

If one person sees a ghost, it may be due to blurred vision. If two people see a ghost, it may be a mistake. If more than a dozen servants see a ghost, then there is a real ghost.

Mu Yutang raised her eyebrows. Song Shu has been dead for 16 years, and his soul has been separated for 16 years. When his body was trapped in the secret passage, the Song Mansion was quiet. When the body moved to the Song Mansion, the Song Mansion was haunted. , Does the ghost still walk around with his corpse?
"Master, what's going on?" Mrs. Song saw that there were no guests in the mourning hall, she gently supported the hand of the servant girl and walked to the master's side.

Yesterday she was so sad that she fainted from crying. She didn't come to the mourning hall, and she didn't see Song Shu's ghost, but her daughter was frightened unconscious, and the servant was paralyzed by fright. That ghost must have really appeared.

The master stopped ringing the bell, and slowly opened his eyes, with a rare solemnity in his eyes: "Master Song died miserably, with resentment in his heart, he turned into a ghost and lingered in the Song residence!"

Mrs. Song was shocked: "Master, please advise!" She was already very sad when her husband died unjustly, and if his ghost seriously injured her children, it would be too miserable for their family.

"If you want to resolve Master Song's grievances, there are two ways. One is to find the murderer who murdered him and bring him to justice, and the other is to get married in the Song family and flush away his grievances with the joy of marriage!" The master said in a low voice. With indescribable solemnity.

Mrs. Song's eyes were dark. Her husband has been dead for 16 years. There is no clue about why he was murdered or who murdered him. Going the second way, Rufan has reached the age of marriage, so he can marry him a real wife, and get rid of his grievances: "Does the married woman have any special requirements?"

The master pinched his fingers and calculated, and said in a deep voice: "We must use the red wedding dress and red wedding shoes handed down from the Song family as the engagement, and marry that woman through the door!"

Mrs. Song's eyes flashed something quickly, she pondered for a moment before she said in a low voice: "No problem."

The master continued: "It must be the children of officials, because officials have the so-called official spirit, which can ward off evil spirits, and the daughter Cheng Huan's knees will be infected with a little bit of official spirit, which can dispel the resentment of ghosts."

"This..." Mrs. Song looked distressed. Since ancient times, officials and businessmen have been distinguished. Officials have looked down on businessmen. They would rather marry their daughters to poor officials' families than marry their daughters into businessmen's wives.

She had already found several candidates for Song Rufan's wife, all of whom were daughters of merchants, gentle and virtuous. She thought that the condition the master said would be something like birth date, but she didn't expect it to be a woman.

(End of this chapter)