Foster son and husband

Chapter 1 Resurrection
At dusk, the heavy snow showed no signs of stopping, and the sky gradually darkened. Rows of white lanterns were lit at the front yard of Weiyuanhou Xu Mansion at the same time, showing white flags fluttering in the courtyard, smoky, plain coffin sheds and Against the backdrop of a layer of snow under the steps, it looks more and more pale, cold, and gloomy. All kinds of paper-made vehicles, boats, cattle, horses and servants are piled up around the courtyard wall. The cold wind blows and shakes gently. It’s like coming back to life, it’s unspeakably weird and frightening, and the timid servants and girls don’t dare to walk alone at this moment. They have to be accompanied by their mother and daughter-in-law, who are older, before they dare to go around. Walk.

In the mourning hall, Ning Rulan, the third young lady of the Xu Mansion, dressed in white and plain clothes, put a stick of incense on the front of the spirit tablet. With the presence of several women by her side, she boldly stared at the tablet. Qin Meiniang's spiritual seat, a row of black lacquered characters shining brightly, she sighed slightly, shook her head, still can't believe it, such a lively, gentle and graceful beauty, at such a young age, said It's gone.

While wiping away tears, a woman came and said softly: "Return to the third grandma: Second grandma can't come back today. When the old man of Baifu looks for auspiciousness according to his birthday, it will take another three days before the funeral can be held. Second grandma is still here." I have to do my filial piety for Old Master Bai at her natal home!"

Ning Rulan frowned slightly: "The eldest grandma in our house will have a funeral tomorrow, and the second grandma knows about it. After the eldest wife is ill, she supports the inner courtyard. Our wife never cares about things, and the men only care about the outside. This inner courtyard How can I do it all by myself? I don’t understand anything, these two days have ruined me, and tomorrow will kill me even more!”

Thinking of the funeral tomorrow, which was even more chaotic and busy than the past two days, Ning Rulan couldn't help but her scalp tingling, she was terribly afraid.She originally came from a scholarly family, and she only knew piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She loved reading and painting to the point of obsession, and she didn't even get involved with female celebrities. They were all handed over to the nanny, and suddenly she was arrested to take care of such a large family, presiding over the funeral of the imperial court wife, it really killed her.

The nanny Liu Mama looked at her distressedly, and said, "Third Mistress, don't worry, there is a mother in charge and a big and small housekeeper to help you, and nothing can go wrong... You haven't had dinner yet, you've been tired all day, you should have a rest Rest, no one will come again at this time, leave a few women to guard the mourning hall to continue the incense, and the slaves will serve the third grandma to have some hot food when she goes back!"

Ning Rulan nodded, and then told the mother-in-law who guarded the mourning hall a few words, and then, surrounded by maids and servants, she went to the backyard.

A few women stood in order, and waited for the third grandma to go far away, stretched their necks to look around again, and then went back to the mourning hall, filled the incense everywhere, and were not busy burning paper money, just put the money in the brazier. The charcoal fire was well pulled out, looking at it, it was freezing cold, the masters of all courtyards in the mansion were having dinner, and no one would come to see the newly deceased grandma, everyone took soft futons and gathered around Sitting down by the brazier, warming the fire comfortably, chatting, and being comfortable, I can't wait to drink a mouthful of hot shochu, that would be the best.

Granny Yu squinted her eyes and looked at the wine bottle on the altar table. Granny Lin next to her saw this, patted her, and said with a smile:

"If you dare to eat the wine on it, I will run back immediately and serve you the dried bacon prepared by our old man for the Chinese New Year!"

Granny Yu curled her lips: "Why dare not? She was so weak in life, how can she be so powerful after death?"

Next to her, Mrs. Lu sighed: "Grandma's temperament is quiet and gentle, that's why she was bullied by others. She never bullied you. Why do you bother to spoil her?"

Mrs. Yu said: "Don't talk nonsense, no matter what, she is the eldest grandma in this mansion, Mrs. Marquis of Weiyuan, the order of the first rank, who are we? Who dares to spoil her?!"

Mrs. Ma got up and went to add a handful of paper money to the coffin, then quickly ran back to the brazier, shivering and inhaling:

"The weather is getting colder and colder. During the day, the grandma's maids are there, and at night, we women are still guarding the mourning hall. It's really a pain. I just don't know if the Lord Hou will come tonight? Last night, he was about to watch him." Came here for an hour."

Mrs. Lin said mysteriously: "I guess I won't come. I met Lao Li in the kitchen at noon. She was carrying a fat chicken and said that Miss Zheng had deliberately killed the stew to make up for the waiter..."

Mrs. Yu chuckled: "Our Lord Hou is strong and strong, what is he doing for him? It's just ten Zheng girls who accompany him every night, so the Lord Waiting is no problem!"

Mrs. Lu scolded in a low voice: "You are looking for death! This word must be heard, even those of us who have ears to hear will accompany you to death!"

Mrs. Lin sneered: "What are you afraid of? If the waiter doesn't come, who else can come and listen? Grandma was ill, and Miss Zheng made it clear that she came to serve her cousin and take care of Brother Heng. Maids and wives who don't know what she has done! Spend the whole night with Lord Hou, and before the grandma died, the two of them could get so close... Cuixi saw Miss Zheng go from bed early in the morning. Hou Ye came out of the East Wing room where Master Hou slept, and walked back to Grandma's room in a leisurely manner... Master Hou didn't go to spend the night in the new aunt's room, can't you see it? I just feel sorry for Grandma, who didn't die yet I'm going to show off my husband, Miss Zheng is definitely going to marry in the future to be the Marquis of Weiyuan, the little brother Heng lost his mother, I'm afraid..."

A gust of cold wind blew in, and the women shrank their necks. Behind the densely hung linen and white banners, a huge fragrant wood coffin was opened, and the cold wind blew off the white silk that was lightly covering the coffin mouth. A slender and soft hand stretched out from the coffin and grabbed the edge of the coffin. Then, a beautiful woman in full costume, surrounded by pearls and emerald greens, sat up from the coffin, with a pair of beautiful eyes as bright as stars, Holding his breath, he listened nervously and attentively to the whispers of the wives.

Mrs. Lin continued on: "It's only natural for Lord Hou to marry another one. He is worthy of the young mistress. He loved her during his lifetime. During the month of illness, which day would he not come to bedside to have a look? Love couples are nothing more than that. It's just that Men have always been careless, and Master Hou can't take care of Brother Heng. Brother Heng is the heart of the eldest grandma. How can a half-year-old child not make noise or cry? Miss Zheng is scolding her brother now, and she will still do it in the future. I don’t know what to do! Alas, poor brother Heng! I heard that I pinched my brother again this morning. I’m not talking nonsense, Cuisi told my second daughter herself!”

The beautiful woman in the coffin became more and more annoyed when she heard it. Her face sank and she turned over to get up. She was wrapped in long and wide satin clothes, which caught her and struggled for a long time before jumping out of the coffin.

The women in front of the mourning hall were talking enthusiastically, when they suddenly heard voices from the back of the hall, they all fell silent in fright, turned their heads together, and suddenly saw the beautifully dressed grandma against the background of a large white filial piety streamer Standing there, biting her red lips lightly, her face full of anger, she was frightened out of her wits, before the grandma could speak, one by one the women passed out.

Cen Meimei stepped forward, kicked Granny Lin away who had fallen into the brazier, stomped out the flames on her clothes, turned her head to look at the snowflakes falling outside the mourning hall, thought for a while, raised her skirt with both hands, and rushed away without hesitation. go out.

Cen Meimei remembered that she didn't drink at the wedding banquet, but when she was driving home, she fell off the bridge.Waking up and lying in a luxuriously laid soft coffin, she was terrified, thinking that she had entered the crystal coffin of the funeral parlor, but the coffin was made of wood, without a coffin lid, and there was a faint light coming in. Seeing that she was wearing the most decent embroidered colorful dress of ancient official women, holding a branch of jade Ruyi in her hand, and a piece of jade in her mouth, she couldn't close her mouth for a while. She heard the soft voices of the old women outside. Discussion, know some general meaning.

She, a 26-year-old urban female white-collar worker, was involved in a car accident in the modern world, and her soul lingered, and she passed into the body of Qin Meiniang, the young lady of the Houfu who died of illness for two days in ancient times!
According to what the mothers-in-law said, Qin Meiniang was seventeen years old and had a half-year-old son who had been ill for more than a month. Her husband, the waiter, would visit her for a while every day. A woman, Miss Zheng, her husband's cousin, also came to accompany her sick cousin. The cousin heard that she was going to succeed her as Weiyuanhou's wife, and she had begun to show the air of a mistress. These days, she was ordered by her wife. , in the name of taking care of the children, dominating her husband, sleeping in her room, her son crying at night, in front of Lord Marquis, she dared to yell loudly, and even pinched the child this morning, Makes the child cry for a long time, no matter how much he can't be coaxed
The more Cen Meimei heard it, the more frightened she became, and the more she listened, the more angry she became. She can ignore her husband, but she won't allow a wild woman to abuse her child! Although she was never married and had no chance to be a mother in her previous life, the subconscious protective calf in her body has an affectionate moment Suddenly, she turned over and climbed out of the coffin without even thinking about it, and appeared in front of a few wives, and frightened the wives into fainting. If they faint, they will faint, and go find their son by themselves!
Mrs. Lin was scalded by the fire and kicked over again. After a while, she came to her senses. Looking at the mess, she bravely ran to see the empty coffin. Her legs softened, and she knelt down on the ground and cried loudly:

"Corpse bombing! Grandma is gone!"

In the twilight, a tall and stalwart young man wearing a long black mink fur cloak braved the wind and snow, walked across the courtyard and strode towards the coffin shed.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, the young man was stunned by the chaotic people in front of him, and said in a deep voice:
"what happened?"

The maids, servants and women were silent for a moment, and no one dared to make a sound.

Ning Rulan hurried forward, with a mournful face, and said in a panic, "Master, you are here, that Lin's mother said..."

Mama Liu secretly pushed Mama Lin, and Mama Lin plopped down on her knees, crying, "Master Hou, I really don't blame the servants for this! Grandma, she really disappeared, her corpse was blown up..."

Weiyuan Hou Xu Junying had picturesque eyebrows, eyes like black jade, and his resolute and handsome face was calm and calm, without any look of surprise. He just returned home from outside and came to the mourning hall of his deceased wife to take a look as usual. matter.

A woman hurried over and reported to Ning Rulan with a trembling voice: "Third Grandma! Someone saw the eldest grandma just now! The eldest grandma went, went to the inner courtyard!"

Xu Junying and Ning Rulan were startled at the same time: Inner courtyard?She went to Brother Heng!
In the inner courtyard of the Hou Mansion, there are pavilions, deep winding paths, and intricate corridors of flower bridges. Cen Meimei doesn't have to worry about going the wrong way at all. This body is very familiar with the path of the courtyard in the mansion, turning corners without hesitation. I didn't meet one or two people. I remembered what the women in the mourning hall said just now. It's time for dinner. Everyone has gone to eat, right?

She is dressed in brocade clothes, her head is ringed with pearls and emeralds, and her steps are shaky. What level is this woman?Oh, by the way, when did Madam come, she was still dressed so grandly after death, a little unaccustomed, but fortunately, she could bear it, and she walked not too slowly.

Turn around the Chaoshou corridor, and there is an independent courtyard in front of you. In the twilight, you can still see the artificial mountain and the green lake. There is a small pavilion by the lake, and there is a green grassland beside the pavilion. The grassland is an open space paved with bluestone blocks, leaving some mud At this time, everything is covered with a layer of snow, and the pure white yard looks clean and lonely.

There was a row of upper rooms with exquisitely carved lattice windows, the corridor was empty, the door was ajar, and there was an orange light overflowing inside. Like a real ghost, Cen Meimei pushed open the door soundlessly and walked in.

Embroidered weft tents, crystal bead curtains, flower and wood screens and large rosewood carved beds, whether it is an exquisite dressing table or a gorgeous round table, there are still traces and breath of the hostess everywhere.

There was no one in the room, and there was no charcoal fire, and the incense cage was not even turned on. It was cold, Cen Meimei turned her eyes, and suddenly found the dancing baby in the cradle, with a sweet smile on her face, and walked over quickly.

The delicate and lovely baby found her, kicked and kicked more and more excitedly, with her mouth open, her expression seemed to be crying or laughing, the sourness and sweetness of motherhood surged in her heart, she bent down to pick up the baby, and hugged her tightly in her arms, Tears flowed down unconsciously: It really is pitiful for the motherless baby, the night has fallen, the door is open, the cold wind is blowing in, just let the little baby lie alone in the cradle, without a small quilt, There is no one to guard him, what kind of cruel person is willing to treat a baby like this?
Cen Meimei wiped away her tears, covered the child's head and face with her wide sleeves, and walked away as quietly as when she came.

She planned to go back to that gloomy mourning hall. Apart from there, she didn't know where to stay. She was new here, the world was very strange, and she couldn't figure out the situation. Aren't there a few talkative women in the mourning hall?Let them create a momentum for themselves, so that everyone in the house can show up and get to know each other.

(End of this chapter)