The man was wearing a dark red cross-collared robe and a black wide-sleeved shirt embroidered with ferocious beasts. The strange color was suppressed firmly by him, without revealing any frivolity.
His eyes were deep and his eye sockets were sunken. His eyebrows and features had a heavy and oppressive look that made people dare not look him in the eye.
Perhaps it was because the look in his eyes behind him was too blatant and lasted for too long, and he didn't know how to restrain himself in front of everyone.
The beautiful lady looked back with tears in her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed and her eyes weeping.
I saw a tall stranger standing not far behind me, looking at me with sharp eyes, and I don't know how long he looked at me.
Yu'er had been through a lot and was usually a bit fierce. She saw that the man had a good appearance.
The look in his eyes was so hot that it was frightening, as if there was fire burning in them, and I immediately became wary.
She lifted the curtain and looked at him angrily, thinking that if the strange man had any shame, he should stay away from her.
Unexpectedly, he didn't hide or avoid, but stared at me for a long time.
If it were according to her usual temper, Yuer would have sent someone to teach this rude and dissolute scoundrel a lesson.
"If it weren't for the coffin, if it weren't for Qingyun."
The beautiful lady was hesitant. She glanced at the man coldly and turned her head away without paying any attention to him.
Just that cold glance, and the fingertips stroking the fan handle paused for a moment, and Zheng Peizhi felt itchy in his heart, and couldn't help but recall the beauty's shy, angry, and charming glance.
The daughter-in-law's family came to pay their respects, and the wife of the marquis, who had heard the news, came to meet them in person.
The person was taken to the back hall, where the lady was talking in a low voice.
Looking outside the door, everyone was like a bird with its neck pinched, unable to say a word for a long time.
They watched as the Marquis's wife respectfully invited someone in. They knew the young girl, the second daughter of the Leng family.
When the eldest girl passes away, her younger sisters should come to offer condolences.
But that beautiful lady who was so lively and charming looked really unfamiliar.
They had indeed never seen the flower-viewing parties held by the women in the family on ordinary days.
Mrs. Hou held Yu'er's hand and felt that her palm was as soft as a ball of dough without bones, and it didn't hurt when she pinched and rubbed it.
After leading the person to a seat next to the hall, the Marquis's wife reluctantly let go of his hand.
She twisted her handkerchief and pretended to shed tears in front of him.
"Mother-in-law, I am sorry for you. It is me, as your mother-in-law, who has not taken good care of Yun'er."
"Now that she's gone, and the two children are still young, if you're free, I'd like to shamelessly invite you to come to the Marquis' Mansion more often and visit my poor grandson and granddaughter."
Tears started falling as soon as they started. Yu'er had made up her mind to come over and test the waters.
Why did Leng Qingyun pass away suddenly? Was it an acute illness or was it due to long-term treatment that led to her death?
Before she could even open her mouth, the other person sincerely admitted his mistake. This matter, this matter, I'm afraid it is impossible to find out at the moment.
Yu'er and the daughter next to her looked at each other for just a second, then turned back to respond to the Marquis's greeting.
Listening to their conversation, the lady, who had been listening intently in silence in the hall, finally understood what was going on.
Several ladies could not control their expressions, opened their mouths slightly, and looked around with their well-maintained fingers pinching handkerchiefs to cover their mouths.
After looking for a while, he looked up at the beautiful lady sitting in the first seat on his right.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Although I was of the same generation as them, my vivid and charming snow-white skin immediately made many people envious.
They were all born into wealthy and noble families. They were able to come to the marquis's mansion to pay their respects. No matter how poor their family was, they were all well-known officials in the court.
Such a family naturally has no shortage of food or drink.
What she wears and uses cannot be compared with those of the noble ladies in the palace. Her maintenance is not as good as that of a divorced woman who has given birth to two children.
Look, look, she doesn't look like a married woman at all.
Besides her grace, besides the bright, tender and invisible towering moon hidden beneath her snow-white dress.
That plump body doesn't look like a cucumber egg that has never been touched by a human.
Her skin was as clear as snow, soft and smooth, without any signs of aging.
Even compared to young girls of their prime, their skin is far less delicate and smooth than that of the beautiful woman in front of him.
It is like a piece of white jade, without any flaw, beautiful and smooth, refined and pure, making people jealous and unable to bear to look at it anymore.
On the female side, the arrogant lady tried to keep a straight face and not want to pay attention to the beautiful woman who was easily envied by everyone once she showed up.
But my eyes always looked towards her involuntarily and uncontrollably.
Look at her flawless face, and her slightly furrowed brows like a distant mountain, filled with sorrow.
The pitiful drooping corners of the eyes unconsciously pressed down the moist, red, tender lips.
Many people even stared at the red mole in the middle of the playful nose, which was inexplicably gorgeous.
How can someone be so good-looking, with everything about him being just right?
A little more is too much, a little less is too little.
The eyebrows are beautiful, the eyes are beautiful, the nose is beautiful, and the red mole on the nose is even more beautiful.
It's beautiful everywhere and I never get tired of looking at it.
The beauty was dazzling, and Zheng Peizhi, who wanted to approach and strike up a conversation regardless of the occasion, watched as the beautiful woman, with her waist swaying gracefully, was taken away with great ceremony by the marquis's wife.
His eyes were dim and his gaze was scorching. He raised his hand and the invisible guard behind him stepped forward.
The man's gaze remained fixed as he spoke softly, his voice husky and deep.
"Send someone to check."
The guards who were waiting with their hands clasped in greeting left quickly.
When the Marquis of Dingyuan and his son, who were entertaining guests in the hall, heard that a distinguished guest was coming, they came together.
As they entered the lobby, they saw Duke Zheng standing with his back to them and his hands behind his back. The father and son looked at each other and hurried to greet him.
"Duke Zheng has come a long way, and I, Xie, am sorry for not welcoming you in person. I hope you will forgive me."
The man turned around, his lips slightly raised in a smile, he was unrestrained and uninhibited, but made people present dare not treat him badly.
After going out, Yuer returned home with red eyes and was depressed for several days.
Until the day of Leng Qingyun's burial, the mother and daughter forced themselves to cheer up and came to see her off again.
The funeral of the Marquis's wife was extremely grand, with a long procession and yellow paper money scattered into the sky and then falling to the ground.
In an extremely sad atmosphere, at the front of the funeral procession, filial sons dressed in white clothes and white cloth waved banners all the way, and filial daughters held gold and silver bowls in their hands.
Yu'er and Qingxue didn't want to disturb others, so they stayed at the end of the team and followed closely and slowly all the way.
That day, the two of them cried countless times. In the second half, the foggy sky seemed to feel people's sadness.
The dark clouds in the sky brought a lot of rain.
The rain fell so fast and hard that no one could react.
Although the mother and daughter got on the carriage in time, they still got some rain on their heads.
Drinking ginger soup at home was of no use. The two of them stayed at home sick for several days and didn't want to see anyone.
Shen Mumu's atmosphere lasted for nearly half a month before the dark clouds covering the courtyard gradually dissipated.
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