The beautiful pastoral field of Jiangmen girl

Chapter 302 Who is the murderer (1)
In front of the gate of the ancient mansion, Zhou Boyan, who came on a fast horse, got off his horse and hurried into the mansion.

The steward's voice, Young Master Yan, made Qingyang raise his head quickly.

Qingyang called out to Brother Yan, and wanted to stand up, but he knelt for too long, and fell halfway through.

Zhou Boyan had already arrived, he grabbed Qingyang, hugged Qingyang, and put him in his arms, "I'm sorry, brother is late."

Qingyang hugged his neck tightly, sucked his nose, and called his brother in a low voice.

Zhou Boyan hugged Qingyang, and looked at Qingshu who said nothing, "Are you okay?"

Qing Shu didn't look at him, and replied indifferently, "It's okay, thank you for your concern." Then he said without joy or anger, "Xiaoyang, come down, stop acting like a baby."

After hearing this, Qingyang struggled to get down.

Only then did Zhou Boyan put Qingyang down, walked over, picked up three sticks of incense and lit them, inserted them into the incense burner, stepped back, and kowtowed three times.

Qingshu and Qingyang returned the salute.

"Mr. Bu, please." said the housekeeper.

Stepping up and entering the door, Bu Wu didn't even care about talking, and first offered incense and kowtowed.Then, Zhou Boyan walked out with him.

The butler walked to Qingshu's side, "Miss, there are no guests coming now, please take the young master back to rest for a while. If there are guests, the old slave will send someone to invite the lady."

Qing Shu glanced at his younger brother, "Yes."

Guan Mutou immediately stepped forward and helped Qingyang up.Xiaojuan and Xiaoyu stepped forward, one left and one right slowly helped Qingshu up.

Watching Qingshu and Qingyang leave, Zhou Boyan called the butler to stop, "Did the two of them eat well?"

The housekeeper shook his head, "Young master can eat something, miss... oh! Miss is too tired, there are too many things to worry about, and I basically don't have time to close my eyes these two days. I can't eat anything after two bites."

Zhou Boyan frowned, "Did you send any news to Beijing?"

Gu Qiang was taken aback, "Jingzhong?" After asking, he immediately came back to his senses, "Shangshu Luo's mansion, Vice General Xu's mansion, Lord Gu's mansion, and General Bu's mansion have already sent people to report the funeral .”

"Ye Fu didn't send it?" He was naturally referring to Gu Ye's natal family.

"No, Madam left a message. Now that it's broken, there's no need to communicate anymore."

Regarding this, Zhou Boyan couldn't say anything more. "Has everything been arranged for tomorrow's funeral?"

Gu Qiang replied, "The arrangements are made."

Zhou Boyan, "Did she say anything to you? To Wu Fu."

Gu Qiang shook his head, "Miss didn't say anything about it." This is the most worrying thing.He knew very well in his heart that Miss Wu's family would definitely not let it go.The calm in front of me is just an appearance, and there may be waves anytime, anywhere.If there is anything in the past, the lady will definitely discuss it with him.But this time, the lady didn't say anything. This abnormality is the most worrying.

Zhou Boyan was also quite worried about this. "At a later date, the condolences from the Chen residence will arrive, so make preparations to welcome them in advance. I have sufficient manpower here. If you need them to do anything, just ask them to go on."

With Zhou Boyan and his subordinates helping the housekeeper, the burden on the butler was a little lighter, but he still didn't dare to relax, and he had to go through everything in person before he could rest assured.

Before dark, Chen Qiaohan, the eldest grandson of the prefect Chen, arrived with his cousin Chen Qiaojiang.As the only male in the ancient mansion, hospitality has become Qingyang's inescapable responsibility.Zhou Boyan, dressed in black, followed Qingyang every step of the way, pointing him from the side.

In the dead of night, Qing Shu, who was kneeling in the mourning hall, said softly, "Help me up."

Xiaojuan and Xiaoyu, who were guarding by the side, hurried over and slowly helped Qingshu up from left to right.

"Put the cushions on, I'm going to sit for a while."

Lily of the Valley agreed, and went over to bring a thick mat, took the futon away, and spread the mat.

Qingshu walked in the mourning hall for a while, feeling that her legs were no longer so numb and her blood was flowing smoothly, so she went back, adjusted her plain white skirt, and sat cross-legged on the mat. "Is the young master asleep?"

Xiaoyu replied, "I fell asleep, with Young Master Zhou by my side, the young master slept peacefully."

Qing Shu nodded, "Let's step back, you'll still be busy tomorrow, keep your spirits up, don't make any mistakes."

Xiaojuan didn't leave, she actually persuaded Xiaoyu and Linglan to leave, she leaned against the wall and sat on a cushion, "Miss, I can fall asleep while sitting, really." Saying that, she closed her eyes as if she was going to sleep look like.She has always been a rough and carefree girl, unlike Xiaoyu and Lily of the Valley who are afraid of vigil.Therefore, she is the one who has the least psychological burden to accompany Qingshu to guard the spirit.

Qing Shu didn't chase her away, but sat with her eyes closed and rested.I don't know who made the rule that the funeral can only take place three days after the death, and the children and grandchildren must stay awake until dawn three nights before the funeral.Although guarding the spirit is the responsibility of the male, but her brother is still so young, how could she be willing to let him guard the spirit, so she was the only one who went into battle by herself.This watch lasted for three nights.When the funeral is over tomorrow, she pours out her hands, and it is time to settle accounts.

There was a slight snoring sound next to her, Qingshu opened her eyes and looked over, and saw Xiaojuan leaning against the wall and falling asleep.There were footsteps outside and a few low voices of conversation, as if the housekeeper and Zhou Boyan were talking.After a while, there was a creak, the door opened and closed, and someone walked up to her.

"Is it cold?" Zhou Boyan asked softly.

Qing Shu looked up at him, "It's not cold, you can go."

Zhou Boyan lifted the hem of his robe and sat down next to Qingshu.

Qing Shu frowned, and chose to close her eyes again, expressing that she didn't want to talk anymore.

As time went by, Xiaojuan was still sleeping. Gu Shitou took off Mrs. Guan's errand, came in lightly to refill the oil lamp, and quietly exited.

As soon as the door was closed, Zhou Boyan moved towards Qingshu's direction, stretched out his hand, and gently clasped Qingshu's hand on his knee, feeling that her hand was very cold.

To this, Qing Shu didn't respond at all.

Xiaojuan woke up in a hurry to urinate, rubbed her stiff neck twice in a daze, and tried to stand up with one hand on the ground.However, she suddenly opened her mouth wide as if someone had locked her in place, her eyes widened and she stared forward.

Zhou Boyan turned his face to look at her, then turned back as if nothing had happened, and sat silently with his arms around the sleeping woman in his arms.

Xiaojuan was shocked by his gaze, and sat back on the ground.Seeing her sitting sideways on Zhou Boyan's lap, with her head resting on Zhou Boyan's chest, facing her own lady who was sleeping deeply, she opened her mouth several times, but couldn't make a sound.

Zhou Boyan didn't look at Xiaojuan, he pulled up the mat that had slid down a bit, covered Qingshu's legs, and then waved for Xiaojuan to go out.

As if hypnotized, Xiaojuan crawled to the door with hands and feet, stood up while supporting the door frame, and opened the door to go out.As soon as the cool autumn wind blew, she shivered, immediately woke up, opened her mouth wide, and turned to go back to the mourning hall.

(End of this chapter)