The white flags stand tall and straight, and the veranda has spiritual flowers.
In Xuanzhou, Anhui, the third branch of the Chen family quietly held a funeral.
Quiet, “quiet” because there are few people, and “quiet” because no one dares to speak out.
There are naturally few people.
Most of the Chen family went to the front yard to mourn - the only eldest son of the Chen family who was an official in the court had also died.
"It's not even a coincidence that He Xiaoniang died!"
On the outer corridor of the third room in the backyard, the old woman picked up a handful of pumpkin seeds from the front yard and ate them while mumbling, "The master died the night before, Miss He closed her eyes yesterday, and the oak coffin that the third master prepared early in the morning was not used at all..."
The old woman pursed her lips, aiming at the southeast corner, "The Third Madam forced me to stop her, saying that the funeral of a concubine overshadowed the glory of a man who was an official in the court. Only a person with a brain made of iron would do such a thing!"
The old woman was very excited as she spoke.
Under the clear halo, several long parabolas of water mist sprayed out in all directions.
He Xianjin, who was standing behind the arch of the outer corridor, turned his face away silently, avoiding this indiscriminate physical attack.
"According to what you said, if Miss He died at a different time, wouldn't she be able to have a grand funeral?"
"It's more than just a grand funeral! I heard that the Third Master even carved his name on the tombstone, and he wants to be buried with He Xiaoniang a hundred years later!"
The little girl Shuanghuan in the corridor also ate melon seeds and echoed, "It has to be Aunt Zhang! She knows everything!"
The old woman was flattered and felt very comfortable. She seemed to open up and said, "I'm telling you, the Hetian jade in the coffin that He Xiaoniang was holding is worth this much!"
The old woman slapped him.
"Five taels of silver?" the maid guessed.
The old woman slapped the girl on the head and said, "You have no sense! Fifty taels! It's the Third Master's monthly salary!"
"Wow! Miss He is so lucky!"
Do you want this blessing of dying early?
He Xianjin turned his head slightly and moved the collection box in his hand. The four colored plates inside collided with each other and made a crisp sound.
The old woman turned her head and saw that it was He Xianjin. Her hand holding the melon seeds froze for a moment, and then she smiled smoothly, "Poor Jin Jie'er, go see your mother!"
After thinking for a while, he added, "It just so happens that Third Master is here too. While I'm sad, I should quickly settle my own affairs!"
Mrs. Zhang looked around and saw no one around. She said, "Some things are too late to wait - the four maids who serve you asked me to find another job long ago!"
He Xianjin lowered his head to sort out the boxes, then looked up again with an appropriate expression of sadness and respect on his face, "Thank you, Aunt Zhang, for loving me."
After saying that, he picked up the savings box and walked in without looking back.
The girl looks the most charming in mourning, with white linen, small white flowers, a red nose and slightly swollen eyes from crying, and a slender and frail figure that has been wasted from taking care of the patient for months.
Mrs. Zhang looked at He Xianjin's back and squinted her eyes with a cloudy look, "Don't tell me, Sister Jin is more attractive than her mother."
Mrs. Zhang murmured these words in her throat.
The little girl didn't hear clearly and let out a confused "ah".
Mrs. Zhang came back to her senses and smiled and shook her head, "I mean, your sister Xianjin might be more blessed."
The third wife could marry her into any family and make her a more fortunate young lady.
That's all we can do.
What can a woman do?
Especially this He Xianjin, who is neither the master nor the servant.
Even worse than them.
Even though they were servants, they were married in a formal ceremony and had three letters and six engagements. If they got angry, they could scold the head of the household.
Do these girls dare to do that?
He Xianjin walked into the mourning hall carrying the savings box and immediately saw the third master of the Chen family kneeling in front of the coffin.
"Please sit up first."
He Xianjin calmly opened the box and took out four plates of cakes and placed them on Pengya's square table. "You have been kneeling for two days without eating or sleeping. Your wife is worried about you and asked me to go to her yard to get cakes."
When Master Chen San heard this, he raised his head sharply, his eyes bloodshot with anger, "Why did she ask you to go? Ai Niang is dead! Dead! What else does she want to do!"
Uncle Chen's face flushed red. He stood up with his hands on his knees and overturned the plate on the table!
"Tell her to stop interfering in Yiyuan's affairs!"
"Ping pong pong" the plate hit the ground, but it didn't break, but the pastry was smashed into powder and it was definitely inedible.
What a pity.
He Xianjin thought of what the third wife said -
"The master in front is holding a memorial ceremony. Who in the mansion dares not go?"
"Is he just a lovesick person? Is he just a Liang Shanbo?"
"Your mother's death was not the result of a day or two. She had been ill for a year or two, and everyone was prepared for it."
"If you are a good child and you really care about the Third Master, then tell him to change his clothes, wipe his face, and quickly go to the front yard to kneel and cry for his elder brother who died young!"
He Xianjin looked at Mr. Chen Sanye again, whose eyes were red.
He roared with full energy and looked in good spirits.
Can still cry.
He Xianjin evaluated it in his heart, and then handed a small stool behind Mr. Chen Sanye, "Mrs. San didn't intend to do anything, nor did she do anything to me."
"Please take a seat first."
The little girl had a dull expression, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry. Only her red nose revealed her sorrow for losing her mother.
If he is in pain, Xianjin will only be in more pain than him.
His woman died, and Xianjin's mother died.
In this world, he and Xianjin are the only ones who are truly sad.
Uncle Chen San pursed his lips, tears welled up in his eyes, and he slumped down on the stool that He Xianjin had prepared for him.
"Your mother is dead..."
He Xianjin nodded, "I was by my mother's side when she died."
"She's never coming back..."
He Xianjin nodded, "You can go to burn incense for her every Qingming Festival. If you miss her, you can also go to her grave and talk to her."
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