King Leng Chases His Wife: Meng Concubine Wants to Climb the Wall

Chapter 598
"My lord, what should I do? Prime Minister Chu's funeral is imminent, and the empress still refuses to go out?"

Xiaosan stood outside the door with red eyes, dressed in plain clothes, looking very depressed.

Mu Zexi had a blue-gray circle under his eye sockets, looked inside the room, turned around and brought in a cup of tonic soup.

On the table, Chu Qiang, who usually gets a headache when he hears the word "study room", is burying his head, holding a brush and practicing calligraphy, with a serious and serious expression, and she doesn't even notice that Mu Zexi walked in. .

"The writing is light and there is no strength."

The sudden sound interrupted Chu Qiang's concentrated expression, and slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, Mu Zexi felt a pain in his heart when he saw it, took a deep breath, and walked to her side , held her hand, and taught Chu Qiang to write those two characters stroke by stroke.

In the past few days, all the people who came to see Chu Qiang, Shen Jinyi, Xu Yanyu, or others, all advised her to rest and not to be too sad. Only Mu Zexi, who was practicing calligraphy, was by her side, Bring her tea and water, comb her hair, but don't stop her.

The tears in Chu Qiang's eyes couldn't be stopped no matter what, they fell down patter, and fainted from the Chu character that Mu Zexi taught her to write just now.

"In the past, I didn't think that being born in the Prime Minister's Mansion of Chu was nothing more than giving me more capital to do things wrong. Later I realized that the luckiest thing about being born in the Prime Minister's Mansion of Chu is that there is a kind of love that is only for you." Grandpa."

Every time she said a word, Chu Qiang couldn't help feeling a little pain in her heart. She had endured in the mansion for many days, and she didn't dare to see Chu Xiang's body, and she didn't dare to step out of the door, for fear of hearing others say that Chu Qiang Phase is dead.

There are many times when people just like to be a turtle with a shrunken head. The human heart is actually just fleshy and it hurts.

Mu Zexi hugged Chu Qiang, leaned her head against his chest, and said softly, "Practice your name well today, and grandpa will be in funeral tomorrow, so I will accompany you to accompany him tonight, okay?"

Chu Qiang was stuffed in Mu Zexi's arms, biting his lip, and there was blood on his lips. Mu Zexi glanced away, pinched Chu Qiang's chin, sighed helplessly, and gently wiped Chu Qiang away with his sleeve. The blood on Qiang's lips was a little funny: "If you lose your appearance, no matter how beautiful the word is, Grandpa will not be happy."

After saying a word, Chu Qiang immediately let go of his lips, buried his head in Mu Zexi's arms, and cried loudly.

The people outside the door breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the crying.

For so many days, this was the first time Chu Qiang cried out loud.

Although this capital city is lively, it is rare to hear such earth-shattering cries of ghosts and gods.

"Your Majesty is so strong, and she endured so much crying."

Yu'er wiped away her tears, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. In this world, if anyone can really grasp Chu Qiang's emotions, maybe it is Mu Zexi.

The second day was a day of heavy rain.

The weather was not so good, the rain was slightly cool, mixed with a cool breath, and gusts of cold wind blew, and the white curtains of Chu Xiangfu rose with the wind, blocking the coffin placed in the middle.

Above the mourning hall, there are side branches of Chu Xiangfu kneeling on both sides, and there is an endless stream of people who come to express their condolences, from nobles in the imperial court to ordinary people.

Among these people, although Chu Yuqi was wearing filial piety today, inside the white filial piety was a colored shirt.Originally, he only pretended to cry while kneeling, but seeing more and more precious treasures in the capital, he cried even harder.

This cry attracted the attention of many people.

"Who is this woman?"

"I don't know, but it looks like she is a female relative of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Isn't Xiangye just a granddaughter of Prince Sheng'an? Why is this girl crying like her own dead father?"

"Who knows."

Amidst the crowd's discussion, "Miss is here." In an instant, everyone's attention was successfully attracted back.

Mu Zexi, dressed in pure white filial piety, walked in slowly, supporting Chu Qiang who was also in filial piety.

Holding a box in his hand, Chu Qiang walked in with no expression on his face, and the housekeeper followed behind them.

People kneeling in the mourning hall made way for Chu Qiang and Mu Zexi. Chu Qiang walked to the center, knelt down in front of the coffin seriously, wiped it with his sleeves, and then smiled slightly: " Grandpa, I have practiced my handwriting, let me show you."

As he said that, he opened the box in front of him, and what was inside was actually a piece of rice paper with only the word Chu Qiang written on it.

"You always say that I can't even write my own name well. Looking at it now, are you satisfied?"

Mu Zexi knelt beside Chu Qiang and helped Chu Qiang take out the paper, "You can still take a look."

As he spoke, he handed the paper to Chu Qiang, who took the paper and threw the paper into the brazier. In an instant, the burning flame was reflected in Chu Qiang's eyes, and gradually turned into ashes, leaving nothing left.

Chu Qiang knelt there blankly, tightly closing her eyes, not letting tears fall.

She knew that if grandpa saw her crying, he would blow his beard and stare angrily, and curse: Cry, cry, you worthless thing! !
She didn't want to make grandpa angry anymore.

At this time, Chu Yuqi raised his head with a mocking face and said: "My sister is really filial. My sister only showed up for the first time after my grandfather passed away for so many days. I really deserve the love my grandfather gave to my sister back then!!"

This kind of words, on this occasion, obviously makes people stretch their ears, wanting to hear what happened.

Shen Jinyi immediately said angrily: "Prime Minister Chu has passed away, isn't it too inappropriate for you to say these words?"

But before Shen Jinyi finished speaking, Chu Qiang got up slowly, turned his head, stared at Chu Yuqi coldly, as if he wanted to freeze her into a popsicle, and said word by word: "Your clothes are my clothes." Grill it for you, or do it yourself?"

Chu Yuqi was startled, his face paled immediately, and he looked at Mu Zexi with some trepidation. Everyone in the capital said that Prince Sheng'an doted on his wife, but Chu Yuqi always believed that Mu Zexi doted on Chu Qiang because of Chu Qiang's love. Because of the prime minister, just like when he was forced to marry Chu Qiang.

So today's courage is greater than in the past.

"You, you, although you are Princess Sheng'an, in today's world, if you take the word filial piety first, it is because you are at the wrong place, and now you are bullying me. Sister, are you right to live with grandpa?"

grandfather?

Chu Qiang squinted at Chu Yuqi with a half-smile, "I don't remember that besides me, my grandfather had other granddaughters. Your clothes are very eye-catching to me. If you pick them up, then get out." Bar."

Only then did everyone carefully look at Chu Yuqi. There was a bright dress hidden inside the filial piety. On this occasion, if no one looked carefully, they wouldn't be able to see it. It's just that it was somewhat impolite.

"Meng Yi, throw him out."

Mu Zexi gave orders coldly, and then stopped talking. Mu Chuxi and Mu Jinxi were well-behaved, and had been waiting in the prime minister's residence early. When Chu Qiang came, he followed his servants to the mourning hall.

"Give a discount to Grandpa Zeng."

Mu Zexi pulled the two of them to kneel down, and gave Chu Xiang a serious bow, but he didn't get up, but only said: "I swear in front of you today, I will be a good student and take care of Qiang'er in my life, Don't let her be wronged, don't let her be bullied, bring up Chuxi and Jinxi, and live up to your entrustment. It's a good journey."

Chu Qiang kept his head down all the time, staring at the pitch-black coffin without blinking his eyes, holding his fingers in his sleeves, his nails piercing his flesh without knowing it.

"It's auspicious time."

With this sound, a servant came out to seal the coffin. Mu Zexi protected Chu Qiang, pulled Mu Chuxi and Mu Jinxi behind him with one hand, and said to An Yan, "Send them both back." He was afraid that he would take care of him later. Chu Qiang, who has no experience to take care of these two children, and today's heavy rain, after all, the children are young and cannot be exposed to the rain.

An Yan glanced at Chu Qiang, and led Mu Chuxi and Mu Jinxi away.

The pouring rain was pouring down, as if knowing about Chu Xiang's passing away, they felt sad together.

Chu Qiang followed, holding the spirit tablet, and walked in the front. Mu Zexi walked beside her, holding an umbrella for her, and walked out of the city step by step.

This road is probably the longest road that Chu Qiang has traveled in his life. Every step is extremely difficult, and the rain washes under his feet, and there is no reaction.

During the whole process, Chu Qiang did not shed a single tear.

Until the moment when Chu Xiang was about to burrow into the ground, Chu Qiang suddenly went crazy, got up from the ground, rushed over and lay down on the coffin, refusing to let anyone fill it up.

No matter how much Mu Zexi tried to persuade her, it didn't work. The heavy rain drenched her from the head, covered her body with mud, and was very messy. Chu Qiang only cared about crying, and with her stubborn temper, no one dared to touch her. one time.

Mu Zexi hesitated for a while, and finally if he went over, he hit Chu Qiang on the back of the head with a palm, knocked her unconscious, and carried her to one side. After the burial was over, he brought Chu Qiang back to the mansion.

On that day, many people felt: Princess Sheng'an is not filial?In this world, there has never been a more thrilling funeral than this one.

Others said: The girl that day looked okay, but she was too thoughtful and ignorant.I heard that she is the prostitute of Chu Xiang's side branch, tsk tsk, no wonder Chu Xiang wanted to separate the family at the beginning, such a woman is embarrassing.

When Chu Qiang woke up in the mansion, the housekeeper and Mu Zexi were both in front of the bed. Seeing her wake up, Mu Zexi hurried over, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Chu Qiang shook his head, "Did I delay the auspicious time?"

"No, I'll hold you and watch grandpa go into the ground at an auspicious time."

Hearing this answer, Chu Qiang nodded, and then forced a smile to the housekeeper, "Grandpa passed away, but you are getting old, stay and let Qiang take care of you."

"Miss, this can't be forced. Old slave, if you don't leave, just guard the Xiangfu. In the future, the young lady and the young masters will come back to stay for a while, and there will be no one to serve you. Before the death of the Xiangye, the young lady's room must be Clean up every day, prepare the things that miss likes to eat every day, if miss comes back any day, they will be ready-made."

Chu Qiang closed his eyes, and leaned against Mu Zexi's arms, with another line of tears in the corner of his eyes, he choked up and said, "He's gone, don't care what so many people do."

Even though I said that, my heart was warm after all. With my eyes closed, I listened to the butler explaining the same thing, just like Chu Xiang sitting in front of her, explaining the same thing...

(End of this chapter)