Chapter 3: Two Deaths
Qi was stunned.
"Changfeng's...widow?"
Feng Qingsui nodded and told Ji Changqing the "story" he had told him before.
"...I was just discussing the wedding with the Second Master."
She acted as if Ji Changqing had already agreed to this matter.
Ji Changqing: “…”
"So you saved Changfeng before."
When mentioning Ji Changfeng, a trace of sadness flashed across Qi's eyes.
"It's a pity that he still lost his life on the battlefield. All your efforts were in vain."
"How could it be in vain? If it weren't for the general, how could we have defeated the State of Cai in the Battle of Changyi and made them flee in panic? How could they have prevented them from invading the borders of the State of Xi for the next twenty years?"
Feng Qingsui looked proud.
"The people of Xi will remember him, and future generations will admire him. He will live forever in their hearts, and his fame will live on for generations to come."
Qi murmured: "Live forever in people's hearts..."
"Yes." Feng Qingsui nodded. "I heard from my master that people die twice. One is when they stop breathing, and the other is when they are forgotten by everyone."
“Even if a person stops breathing, as long as there are still people in the world who remember him, he will never disappear and will live forever.”
After she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of her sister and her eyes became wet.
When Qi heard this, the depression that had been lingering in her chest for many days turned into tears and burst out.
With tears in his eyes, he smiled and said, "You are right, Changfeng is still alive."
Aunt Fu handed her a handkerchief.
She took it and saw tears on Feng Qingsui's face, so she raised her hand to wipe them away.
"It is a blessing for our Ji family to have met a girl as kind and righteous as you." Qi sighed, "But you are so young and have decades to go. Don't spend your life guarding the memorial tablet."
Feng Qingsui shook his head. "I am the general's man in life and his ghost in death. I don't want anyone else in this life except him."
"Listen to me, don't be stupid."
Qi spoke earnestly.
"I've been on this road before and know how hard it is. If I didn't have my two children by my side, I wouldn't have been able to endure it."
"Since you have been through this, you should understand how I feel. I can't wait to go with the general.
I just remembered what he said that his biggest regret was that we were apart for so long and he couldn't serve you at all, so I came to the capital so that I could fulfill my filial duty on his behalf and let him have no regrets.
Feng Qingsui lowered his head and choked with sobs.
Qi was overwhelmed with grief and hugged her and cried loudly.
After crying for a while, she wiped her tears and said, "Good boy, then you can stay. I will look up the calendar and choose a good day..."
“Ahem—”
Ji Changqing watched as Feng Qingsui and his mother went from being strangers to close friends in less than a quarter of an hour, and he gained a new understanding of her ability to deceive people.
Be extra vigilant.
"Mother, Miss Feng saved my elder brother and you. She has done us a great favor. How can we repay her with hatred? A ghost marriage will ruin her life. You should just accept her as your goddaughter."
"I don't want to be anyone's daughter!"
Feng Qingsui said subconsciously.
After he finished speaking, he finally reacted and looked at Qi with great grievance.
"A daughter will eventually marry. I can't sleep with the general in life, but I only hope to be able to study with him in death. Aunt, don't you even want to give me this little wish?"
Qi had been a widow for half her life, and what she had been thinking about all the time was the same bed and death for her son. Upon hearing this, she glared at her son fiercely.
"Even the mounts you ride are male, how can you understand a girl's mind! She wants to be a widow for your eldest brother, not for you, so why do you care so much?"
After saying this, he ordered Aunt Fu: "Bring the calendar here."
Ji Changqing: “…”
After Aunt Fu brought the calendar over, Feng Qingsui apologized.
"Mammy, I pushed you in a moment of haste. Please forgive me. It's really not appropriate to pat your back in that situation. Are you okay?"
Aunt Fu shook her head. "I'm fine. Please allow me to ask one more question. Why can't I pat your back?"
Qi and Ji Changqing both gave him puzzled looks.
"Patting the back when a foreign object is stuck in the throat can easily backfire. You should do what I did just now, hug the patient, hold one fist against the navel three fingers above, and hold the other fist..."
Feng Qingsui asked Wuhua to cooperate and demonstrated it.
"...In this way, with the help of abdominal pressure, the foreign body can be expelled."
After hearing this, Qi and Ji Changqing remained silent for a long time.
Aunt Fu suddenly realized: "So this is how I should do it. If I had known this earlier, my master wouldn't have..."
Realizing she was speechless, she quickly stopped.
Qi took over the conversation: "Yes, if I had known earlier that Changfeng would not have been tortured to death when he was choked by the glutinous rice balls."
Ji Changqing was silent.
He looked up at Feng Qingsui and sighed in his heart.
Forget it, no matter whether she falsely claimed the life-saving grace in Wucheng, her mother's life-saving grace this time was real after all. If she wants to get married, then let her get married.
Even if someone really has bad intentions, he can handle it.
Qi looked through the calendar and picked out two dates: "Tomorrow and the end of the month are both suitable."
Feng Qingsui chose tomorrow without hesitation.
Mrs. Qi hesitated: "Will tomorrow be too late? We won't even have time to prepare the betrothal gifts..."
"Aunt, let's keep it simple. I don't have any dowry," Feng Qingsui said. "Tomorrow I will go to the ancestral hall in mourning clothes and hold the Changfeng tablet in my arms."
"That won't do. It's really unfair to you."
"I don't feel wronged."
Feng Qingsui took some time to persuade Qi to keep things simple.
After dinner, she took her maid Wuhua back to the inn.
Wuhua was not full after dinner, so he asked the shopkeeper for two large pork elbows.
Feng Qingsui chuckled: "I'm sorry to bother you then. People in the mansion may have to eat vegetarian food for a while, and you'll have to eat meat secretly."
This girl was rescued from the river by her two years ago. When she woke up, she had no memory. Because she loved eating pork belly, she simply called herself "Wuhua".
"It's okay." Wuhua gnawed on the pork knuckle. "I can climb over the wall and go out to buy meat anytime."
Feng Qingsui smiled.
The night wind was cold, so she went to bed early.
Listening to the wind whistling outside the window, I fell asleep unknowingly.
I dreamed that in the darkness, my cold hands were wrapped by another pair of cold hands, and warm breath was blown onto my hands.
"It won't be cold anymore soon."
A gentle voice sounded in my ears.
"My sister baked a sweet potato and we'll be able to eat it soon."
I waited for a long time, but still couldn't smell the sweet scent of sweet potatoes.
The darkness was broken, and a young woman was lying in a pool of blood, holding a dead child of three or four years old in her arms. Her face was pale and she was no longer breathing.
"elder sister!"
She suddenly opened her eyes.
All I could see was the pitch-black tent roof.
The sound of a clock chiming in the distance came.
She stood up, lit a lamp, and took out a bamboo painting tube from her bag. After opening it, she poured out a scroll and unfolded it bit by bit.
The dim light illuminates frame after frame.
A woman was embroidering at her desk, a child was playing with butterflies, a woman was teasing a child, and a man was playing the zither by the water...
The last frame shows a family of five standing on a crowded street, looking up at the fireworks.
Outside the painting, there is a line of elegant small calligraphy: "Although you are not here, Xiao Yushuo will also paint it. When you return to the capital next year, this painting will come true."
A tear splashed on the word "truth".
Sister, I'm back, but you're gone.
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