The days that followed were pleasant and uneventful.

The discussion in Linjiang City about the young master of the Fu family had reached a climax, but it has now gradually subsided. People's views on the young master Fu have changed a lot. The reason is that the young master Fu suffered a head injury and there are sequelae.

If he is unlucky, he will become an idiot. If he is lucky, a flash of inspiration will come to his mind, and Master Fu will be able to compose amazing poems.

The song "Drunk Tonight" that Master Fu sent to Shanglinzhou by his maid was widely sung, especially the line "I don't have the wings of a phoenix to fly with you, but our hearts are connected with each other", which has become the most wonderful desire in the hearts of young girls who are just beginning to fall in love.

At the same time, there is also a poem circulating among the people, which is the Qingpingle. Shanglin Night, written by Tang Shuyu, one of the four great talents of Linjiang, and first sung by Miss Bai Qiu of Qunfang Tower.

At Yu Fu Ji in Shibali Lane, people line up early every morning, and the wine is sold out within an hour. Those who queued but didn't get to buy are naturally unhappy. Shopkeeper Cai can only explain over and over again that this wine can only be produced so much at present, and the young master is building a new winery, so everyone will be able to drink it when the production increases.

However, many people find other wines tasteless after drinking Xiangquan or Tianchun, and many literary gatherings cannot serve anything other than these two kinds of wine, which directly leads to a surge in the prices of the two wines among the people.

Anyone who managed to grab these two types of wine made a fortune.

For example, Xiangquan, originally priced at 50 wen per liang, was sold for 100 wen per liang. Even more outrageous was Tianchun wine, a liquor that could rival Tianxiang, which was sold from 300 wen per liang to 600 wen per liang, and there was no demand for it.

Therefore, in order to get a drink, many wealthy merchants had to send their servants to wait in front of Yu Fu Ji's door in the middle of the night.

The business of Qi's liquor store across the street has picked up slightly, but Qi Yuanming knows that this is only temporary. If Yu Fu Ji's production increases, his Qi's liquor store will be gone.

Fu Xiaoguan didn't care about these things. Apart from going to Linjiang Academy to meet Mr. Qin once, he never went out these days.

Time just passes by.

In the blink of an eye, it was the tenth day of June.

This day is the day to worship the mother. It was the day chosen by the best Feng Shui master in Linjiang invited by Fu Daguan.

Fu Xiaoguan still got up early in the morning, did a series of exercises, took a shower, ate, changed clothes, and then sat quietly in the pavilion for a while.

As for his mother, his memory is still not clear, and he can only sketch out a vague outline. When his mother died, Fu Xiaoguan was only six years old, and now ten years have passed.

As soon as the hour of Mao arrived, Fu Xiaoguan took Chunxiu out, followed by Su Mo - neither of them had spoken to each other since then.

Five carriages were parked outside the yard, with twenty guards.

Official Fu was there, but Qi didn't see him.

Fu Xiaoguan didn't care about this. After all, Qi was pregnant, and it would be bad if something went wrong.

The father and son got on the carriage, and led by the chief steward Huang Wei, the convoy headed north.

This mountain is nameless and not very majestic, but the trees on it are quite lush. Xu Yunqing's tomb is located in a valley on the mountainside.

It's very clean here.

The surrounding trees were cleared away, and the ground was paved with polished bluestone, without even a single weed.

The entire tomb is built with white marble bricks, which is quite majestic and solemn. In front of the tomb is a large altar, which is also paved with white marble.

The servants brought all the offerings and placed them on the altar one by one.

The Feng Shui master with an immortal look sat down in front of the altar with dozens of Taoists. The sound of chimes and gongs rang out, and the Feng Shui master waved his whisk and began to chant.

Fu Xiaoguan could neither understand nor read. His eyes fell on the tombstone, which had fine words written on it.

"The tomb of my wife Xu Yunqing, her husband is a high-ranking official, and her son is a low-ranking official."

"I first met my wife at Qinhuai. Willow leaves were freshly green and a drizzle of rain was falling. Yunqing came out of the rain in a purple dress, holding a white umbrella. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and her clothes danced."

"I see my wife again in the Orchid Courtyard, where summer flowers are in full bloom and the sun shines brightly. Yunqing, dressed in white, stands alone at the bow of the Weiyang Wupeng boat, holding an embroidered fan. Her bright eyes are charming and her gaze is radiant."

"...I've known Yunqing for two years, and we're in love, looking forward to the future together. My father proposed marriage, but the Xu family was unwilling. I wandered outside the Xu residence until it rained heavily..."

"…It was the winter of the forty-third year of the Taihe era, and the ground was covered in snow. That night, the wind blew fiercely like a knife. Yunqing climbed over the wall and escaped. Yunqing and I walked together. Yunqing looked back, and the Xu Mansion gradually faded into the distance. Tears soaked her clothes."

"In the spring of the forty-fourth year of the Taihe era, Yunqing and I married. In the winter, our son was born. Yunqing named him Fu Xiaoguan. She said, 'I've never achieved an official position in my lifetime, but if my son can, a small one will bring him happiness for the rest of his life.'"

"... Yunqing cultivated a thousand years of blessings for me, but I never expected that heaven would be so blind! In the forty-ninth year of Taihe, Yunqing was seriously ill. Yunqing, my son, and I returned to Jinling, simply because my wife wanted to see the door of the Xu Mansion again."

"My wife and I, along with our son, knelt for a long time before the gate of the Xu residence, but we never received any forgiveness from the Xu family. My wife... passed away in the spring of the fiftieth year of Taihe, at the age of twenty-five."

"My love, Yunqing, when I am gone, I will be buried here with you and guard you for three lifetimes."

"My husband, the great official, bows and stands."

…

Fu Xiaoguan felt a little heavy in his heart. He had not expected that there were so many difficulties between his father and mother, and he had not expected that there was no information about this matter in his mind.

In other words, Fu Xiaoguan had never come to pay tribute to his mother before, or he had paid tribute but did not take the inscription seriously. He is indeed a scum!

He looked at his father, who was squatting on the altar burning paper, and suddenly felt that this fat man was great, great in his infatuation and persistence in loving a woman in this era. He also suddenly admired this woman he had never met. She dared to elope for this man on that snowy night. What courage!

He had no idea what the Xu family was like. The inscription on the tombstone suggested his mother was extremely talented and perhaps from an official family. The Fu family was ultimately a landlord, so the Xu family rejected the marriage.

He was not angry about this, but was angry that the Xu family had not forgiven him when his mother was critically ill and the family of three returned to Jinling. This was too much, too cold and inhumane in Fu Xiaoguan's eyes.

I think that was my mother’s greatest wish in her short life.

He took a deep breath, not noticing that his hands were clenched into fists.

This was the first time since Fu Xiaoguan came to this world that he really wanted to do something, not for himself, but for this extraordinary woman in the tomb.

He walked forward, took the incense and candles handed to him by the immortal master, inserted them in front of the tomb, knelt down respectfully, and then squatted on the ground like Fu Daguan, burning paper money one by one.

The fire was very strong and roaring.

Mr. Fu said, you see, your mother knows that you have grown up, and she is very happy.