The Stratagem of the Concubine of the Cold King

Chapter 147: The Warmth Under the Snow (2)
Xi Bojian also didn't expect that the lady's condition would be so serious. Hearing Xi Zhuyan's question, he also stared at the doctor.

Hey, the doctor sighed softly again: "Master Hou, miss, the villain has already checked the pulse of the madam carefully. The pulse of the madam is so subtle that it is almost impossible to feel the pulse. The madam's body is already very weak, but now Coupled with the qi and blood attacking the heart, and spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, I am afraid that it has reached the time when the oil is exhausted, and the villain is really powerless."

"Wuuuuuu...Mother." After confirming again, Xi Zhuyan began to sob and tremble slightly at the same time.

Seeing Xi Zhuyan's sad and painful expression, Xi Bojian couldn't bear it for a moment: "Yan'er, don't cry, let your mother go with peace of mind."

"Come here, send the doctor out of the house." After Xi Bojian comforted Xi Zhuyan, he then ordered his servants to send the doctor out.

"Yes, Lord Hou." A servant waiting outside the door answered, and the doctor carried the medicine box and followed the servant out of the mansion.

Third Yiniang saw that the eldest lady was angry and dignified in the room, and Xi Zhuyan was very sad, so she also hypocritically comforted her: "Second miss, don't be too sad, if you break your body from crying, the lady will not feel at ease."

"Yes, Second Elder Sister, don't cry yourself to death." Xi Zhuhua saw Third Aunt comforting Xi Zhuyan, and said something simple.

Xi Zhuyan sat on the edge of Da Furen's bed, lowered her head, covered her face with silk and sobbed, completely ignoring San Yiniang and Xi Zhuhua.

The eldest lady hadn't come to her senses since she vomited blood and closed her eyes, she really obeyed the doctor's words, and left that afternoon.

When the mistress passed away, Xi Wanqing naturally wanted to pay a memorial service.

Xi Wanqing changed into a white gauze dress and a white silk flower on her hair. She led the two servant girls slowly towards the mourning hall.

In the grand lady's mourning hall, Xi Bojian, the third aunt, Xi Zhuyan, and Xi Zhu painting are all there. Xi Wanqing stepped over the threshold and walked in front of Xi Bojian: "Qing'er pays homage to father, third aunt."

"Well, hurry up and pay homage to your mother." Xi Bojian waved his hand lightly, signaling Xi Wanqing to get up.

Xi Wanqing straightened up and said calmly, "Yes, father."

Xi Zhuyan is kneeling in front of Da Furen's mourning hall at this moment. It stands to reason that when the mistress passed away, the person kneeling and guarding the mourning hall should be a man in the mansion. However, Da Furen only gave birth to Xi Zhuyan. Yun Jie also died young, and now the only male in An Guohou's mansion, Xi Yuntian is not in the mansion, so Xi Zhuyan can only kneel and guard him.

Xi Wanqing took a stick of incense from the servant, and holding the stick of fresh incense in both hands, she knelt upright on the pampas grass mat in front of the coffin, then bent down and kowtowed three times to the lady, and said Insert the fragrance into the incense burner.

After Xi Wanqing finished offering sacrifices, she stepped back and stood in a corner of the mourning hall. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the mourning hall, and sighed inaudibly. The pile of loess, those three heads were smashed by her sincerely, death is the most important thing, even if Da Furen made all kinds of mistakes in life, those sins will be dispelled by the wind after her death.

Although the eldest lady was imprisoned in Taoyuan these days and went to take charge of the family power, the position of the wife of the wife is still there. After she left, Xi Bojian still buried her grandly according to the pomp of the wife of the wife In the cemetery of An Guohou's mansion, and put her rank in the family temple.

Two white gauze lanterns were hung in front of the mansion of An Guohou's mansion. The whole mansion was covered with white gauze, and everyone wore linen and filial piety. They kept watch for the lady for seven days before removing the white funeral things. Down.

Without the eldest lady as the wife of the wife, the third aunt held the power of the family even more legitimately. Since the eldest lady just passed away, Xi Bojian was not in a good mood, but the third aunt had some sharp eyesight. She didn't move at all these days. What should be given by this yard is still given as before, and her way of winning people's hearts is very attractive to Xi Bojian.

Xi Wanqing has always believed that people will not offend her, she will not offend others, and San Yiniang will provoke her in the future, so she quietly hides in Ziyue Xuan to practice Qin Sha these days, such days are also living comfortably, and it will be the New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye .

All the people in An Guohou's mansion were busy with the New Year's affairs. The third aunt had already sent all the things needed for the New Year in various courtyards, and even Ziyuexuan had sent a lot of melons and fruits. Dim sum, San Yiniang even bought some jewelry and new clothes for Xi Wanqing.

Lian Xin sent the maid who came to deliver things out of Ziyuexuan. Xi Wanqing looked at the table full of things, and the corners of her mouth raised as if there was nothing to say: "San Yiniang really knows how to do it well for others to see. She does it like this. I'm afraid that everyone in the whole An Guohou's mansion will say good to her."

"Miss, then these things..." Mo Yu must have known that San Yiniang didn't sincerely send things to his young lady, so he looked at the things on the table with some displeasure.

"As for these things, we should use what we should use and eat what we should eat. Since they have brought them, how can we not enjoy them." Xi Wanqing said sweetly.

Xi Wanqing looked at some beaded jewelry. She never liked too complicated things, so she gave most of the jewelry to Lian Xin and Mo Yu.

Turning to the New Year's Eve, Xi Wanqing dug out the memory of her predecessor. She remembered that there was a rule in the Marquis of Anguo that everyone must sit together for a reunion dinner on New Year's Eve every year, even she, a member of the Marquis, The idiot girls are all lucky to be listed in the seats.

On New Year's Eve, Xi Wanqing changed into a new dress sent by her third aunt. If the material of this dress is really not high-quality, it is just some ordinary silk and satin.

Because it is already winter, today Xi Wanqing is wearing a thicker skirt, emerald green smoky skirt embroidered with dots of yellow plum, on top of the skirt is a delicate jacket with some snow-white Animal hair, a head of blue silk is still simply tied, and a magnolia hairpin is inserted on top of the bun, making the whole person look simple and elegant.

"Miss, you are so beautiful." Lian Xin finished dressing Xi Wanqing, and almost wanted to say this.

Unknowingly, we have come to this era for more than half a year. Xi Wanqing is fourteen years old, and he is about to reach his age in a blink of an eye. After half a year of recuperation, he is no longer as thin as before, his face is sallow, and now his body is round where it should be. Now, her complexion is fair and lustrous, if she doesn't intentionally conceal her own light, she must be a peerless beauty.

Xi Wanqing got up slowly, and spat at Lian Xin: "You are the only girl who can talk poorly."

Lian Xin was not convinced, she curled her mouth: "Miss, the servants are not talkative, but the servants speak the truth, the young lady has a beautiful face, it's just that the people in the Hou's mansion don't know Huizhu. "

(End of this chapter)