Chapter 7 Spring Outing (Part 1) Oh no, my wife, listen to my excuses! ...
"The sky?"
"The gods have always forbidden these objects with special abilities from coming into being."
"Hmm... then they probably found out nothing. He Ji... he probably vanished a long time ago." She recalled the boy who turned into fragments in front of her in her dream.
It was just a dream, but Jiang Yuzhi almost subconsciously believed that if He Ji were still alive, he would not have stood by and watched the entire Jiang family be executed.
Even if he can't do anything, you should still be able to find him at the scene.
But no.
He hasn't come looking for her yet.
How can you be so sure?
"have no idea."
Xie Bi'an was utterly shocked by her self-righteousness and could only helplessly say, "Alright, but Xiao Zhi, I still need to inform the Emperor about this matter. I can't leave now, but I will burn paper money for the Emperor."
"Um."
As soon as it was light, Shen Zhenzhu was waiting at the shop entrance. Jiang Yuzhi noticed this and opened the door early to welcome her in.
Madam Shen still looked reserved, but the dark circles under her eyes were much lighter than when they last met.
"I'm sorry to bother you so early."
From the moment she entered the room to the second floor where she looked at the funeral clothes, Chen Zhenzhu only uttered this one sentence.
Fingers trembled as they brushed across the surface of the burial shroud, fingers worn smooth from years of labor. Eyes reddened, tears long since dried.
Wearing this dress means her husband will truly leave her.
Shen Zhenzhu took out the prepared loose silver from her handbag and solemnly handed it to Jiang Yuzhi, sniffing lightly, "Shopkeeper, do you think this is enough? The clothes are very well made."
"That's enough, I'll wrap it up for you."
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
Jiang Yuzhi stood at the shop entrance, watching Chen Zhenzhu leave.
"You used a lot of silver thread on those two burial garments and even marked them. What can this little bit of silver do?"
Behind him, Lu appeared out of nowhere in the shop, uttering nonsensical words, still gloomy and harboring equal resentment towards everyone.
"None of your business. I say that's enough."
Jiang Yuzhi pushed him away, turned around and went back to the backyard, casually instructing the shopkeeper, Zhiyi, to register any customers who came.
The courtyard became deserted, and the houses without any living people were always a bit eerie, especially since there were more ghosts coming and going.
"Why is Judge Lu out and about during the day?"
Just then, Xie Bi'an was burning paper money for the Great Emperor in the corner when he saw the two ghosts, who rarely interacted, walk in together.
"The eldest princess was investigating you, but I've taken care of it. You should also pay more attention to the health of the Bai family boy."
Lu Ye squatted down by the brazier, casually tossed two pieces of yellow paper into it, and mumbled something unintelligible.
As soon as he finished speaking, the fire shot up high, accompanied by crackling sparks that splashed onto the two ghosts who quickly dodged away.
"Judge Lu! I'm burning official documents! Can't you tone down your resentment? Good heavens, how angry must the Emperor be? He's about to burn my soul to ashes."
Xie Bi'an quickly brushed away the remaining sparks on his body to avoid accidentally burning himself.
Jiang Yuzhi, who was resting with her eyes closed on the recliner, finally couldn't help but smile for the first time since waking up.
"I'll take care of Bai Yan, you don't need to tell me..." The words were cut off as the requiem bell rang again.
Bai Yan arrived.
Xie Bi'an picked up the brazier and shoved it into Lu's arms, saying, "Here, take the brazier and get out of here."
"Hehehe, I'll remember you for treating me like this." Lu smiled sinisterly as Xie Bi'an pushed him toward the study.
"Fine, fine, you can write me down in your little notebook. Now hurry up and leave." No one paid any attention to Lu's threat.
It was still early, and there were usually no customers in the shop. Jiang Yuzhi lazily lay under the willow tree, listening to Bai Yan and Zhiyi talking in the shop.
The sun was quite strong, and the budding branches were not enough to block the sunlight, so she took a few pieces of unembroidered white cloth from a small table and covered her face with them.
At first glance, it looks like a face covering a dead person.
"Is Yuzhi busy?" Bai Yan asked routinely.
"Miss is not busy." Zhiyi has no self-awareness, answering whatever is asked, but rarely saying more than half a sentence.
"Okay, I'll go in and find her."
"Yes, Young Master Bai." He added with a polite smile.
Bai Yan felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason. His body should be feeling better, so why could he still feel the cold?
It seems we still need to have Brother Jiang and the others check it again.
He walked into the courtyard as if he knew the way well, his mind preoccupied with the message from his uncle.
The Jiang family is trustworthy; they are orphans of a wrongful conviction from the previous dynasty, and all are people of utmost purity and goodness.
Someone even your uncle approves of must be someone you have no reason to doubt.
When he proposes to his wife in the future, he believes that his family and friends will all bless them.
I haven't met my wife's parents yet, so I don't know...
Bai Yan's pupils dilated suddenly, and his heart almost stopped for a moment.
What happened to his wife?
The cloth covering Jiang Yuzhi's face showed no sign of breathing; she lay there peacefully.
Bai Yan brushed the white cloth on his face, walked stiffly to the recliner, and tentatively raised his hand to remove the white cloth.
Jiang Yuzhi slowly opened her eyes, and their eyes met. "Do you want to rest too?"
The person looking down at her let out a huge sigh of relief, almost causing his legs to buckle.
The scent of crystal orchid suggests he drank a lot yesterday.
Jiang Yuzhi did it on purpose, suddenly having the idea to tease him, unaware of how terrifying such a death joke could be to a living person.
He was startled when she suddenly opened her eyes as he lifted the cloth, realizing that she seemed not to be breathing.
He probably doesn't think he's really dead, even though he wasn't really alive to begin with.
"Want to lie down together?" Jiang Yuzhi looked up at the person in front of her as if nothing was wrong, as if afraid that something might happen to him.
Her icy hands and feet were warming up. "Okay, is it because you feel hot in the sun? I'll have Ah Zhao bring a parasol and put it between these two rocking chairs, okay?"
Bai Yan stared intently at Jiang Yuzhi with a pleading look in her eyes, as if she would burst into tears if she uttered a single word of no.
"Okay, whatever you say, I'll listen to you." Jiang Yuzhi smiled reassuringly.
"Then I'll have Zhisan go across the street to find Azhao, and he'll be here soon."
Before anyone could respond, Bai Yan summoned Zhi San, who surprisingly obeyed his commands.
After doing all this, Bai Yan sat on another empty recliner, facing his wife, and leaned forward slightly.
"The husbands of Zhang Chen's two wives will be buried tomorrow, and the government has hired people to carry the coffins for the funeral."
"Why are you telling me all this?"
“I think you want to know,”
How do you know I only want to know?
"I don't know, it's just a gut feeling."
The two, one human and one ghost, were reciting tongue twisters, spouting nonsense without any clear understanding of what they were saying.
Since yesterday, Jiang Yuzhi has been seeing He Ji's shadow in Bai Yan and couldn't help but argue with him. However, the two have nothing in common, they don't look alike, and their personalities are completely different.
She even wondered if her brain had been damaged by past memories.
"Oh." Jiang Yuzhi turned over, her back to Bai Yan.
"You're in a bad mood." This is a confirmatory statement. "Can you tell me about it?"
silence.
"I can't say that. How about we go out for a walk to clear our heads? There's a stream outside the city with clear water and a few small fish."
The ears twitched slightly.
"I'm feeling better now and can eat some new things. How about we catch some fish and grill them?"
silence.
"Don't you want to go? Then I..."
"go."
"Okay, you're ready, let's go." Relieved by the response, Bai Yan rarely comforted people. He vaguely knew that his wife was in a bad mood, partly because of him, but he didn't know the specifics. So he could only try to take her out for a walk.
The angry wife became even more endearing. In the past, when they were together, she always seemed somewhat distant, but now she seemed closer to him.
Jiang Yuzhi was angry with herself, how could she take it out on Mingze? He was also a victim, possessed by the Sheji Tu and having his life force drained. It was all He Ji's fault for being so cold and ruthless.
In addition, she also wanted to check out the refugee settlement outside the city. The few souls that the ghost messengers had taken away, although they were in a period of confusion, had emptier eyes and weaker souls than ordinary newly deceased souls. She wondered why, but it would be better to go and take a look.
Seeing that she seemed lost in thought again, Bai Yan rubbed his temples and tried to talk to Jiang Yuzhi again, but she seemed to have fallen into her own world once more.
He had no choice but to get up and hurry to find Ah Zhao to pack his things for the spring outing.
When they encountered Zhisan carrying a parasol that was one and a half times the height of a person, he did it effortlessly and without expression.
Bai Yan clicked his tongue in amazement, but had no time to marvel. He gave a smile as a greeting and hurriedly left.
Weaving the umbrella tilted its head in confusion, as if trying to figure out what the command for laughter was.
After Zhisan finished setting up the parasol by herself, she heard the young lady, who was still on the recliner, ask, "Has Baiyan left?"
"Yes, miss."
What was his expression?
"laugh."
It seems she didn't affect me, but why do I feel so uneasy?
"I'm going to go outside the city with Bai Yan. Just tell him that when your second brother asks."
"Yes, miss."
Jiang Yuzhi slowly got up, straightened her clothes, and went straight out. When she passed the counter, she thought for a moment and decided to carry her small bag on her back.
A carriage stopped in front of the shops for a while. All three shops were related to funerals, and not many pedestrians passed by. Most people took detours, and no one thought the carriage was blocking the way.
Bai Yan, dressed in a lake-blue robe, stood tall and straight. Without his pale face, he looked even more like a gentle and refined gentleman.
Alas, if it weren't for the Map of the State, he would probably be like this.
He Ji is truly a scoundrel.
"Yuzhi, let's go by carriage. I'll help you up."
Jiang Yuzhi looked at herself, then at Bai Yan, and said, "How about I help you up?"
"good."
Bai Yan immediately climbed up the pole, stretching out his hand and waiting for her to help him up.
Really, she's a completely different person from He Ji.
In the cramped space of the carriage, the auras of humans and ghosts mingled together.
The smell of incense ash and medicine blended together to create an indescribable odor; it wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't pleasant either.
Bai Yan liked it very much. Jiang Yuzhi was drowsy, and the alternation of the abilities in the bell made her extremely sleepy.
They remained silent the entire way.
When she opened her eyes, she was covered with a thin blanket, her head resting on Bai Yan's shoulder, who was reading a book.
The book says… The fairy maiden lovingly stroked the young master’s face and said: Don’t worry, I’m here…
"Hmm?" Jiang Yuzhi asked in confusion. Only then did the person reading the book realize that the young lady on his shoulder had woken up. He hurriedly closed the book and tucked her into his arms.
She stammered, "Tamaori, you...you've rested enough?"
"Are you reading a storybook?"
"No!" Bai Yan's ears turned bright red, and she instinctively retorted loudly.
Yes, I'm watching. It's definitely not just one person.
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