There were two ingots of silver and a gilded magpie pearl flower inside. Mei Ya had never seen this kind of jewelry since she came to Ningguta. Moreover, it was so exquisite and valuable. Mei Ya looked at the pearl flower and found it so beautiful. She couldn't help but put it in her hand. She flipped it over and over for a long time and the more she looked at it, the more beautiful it seemed. She didn't understand this kind of flower at first. But since she had a relationship with Zhong Mingwei, she began to pay attention to these jewelry and pearl flowers consciously or unconsciously, but she couldn't bear to spend money to buy them. So when she looked at the pearl flower at this time, she couldn't help but feel a little moved. She compared the pearl flower to her head and wanted to try it on. But in the end, she put it down again.
We still don't know who dropped it. And there's all this silver. I'm afraid you're going to be anxious, right?
Ah Chou looked through the purse again and again, and finally saw a small "Kong" character under the purse. Ah Chou was startled, and suddenly remembered that a guard named Kong came to her house a few days ago. At that time, she and Zhong Mingwei were taking a nap, so she asked casually, but she was in a daze at the time. She didn't ask which guard Kong it was.
Is it Kong Wenmin or Kong Wenjie?
Ah Chou frowned, unable to figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking about it. He looked at the gilded magpie pearl flower again, then put the pearl flower and silver back into the bag.
Let's send it over in a few days. It's not a good time to visit during the Qingming Festival.
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April 5th, the 33rd year of Jiasheng
Qingming Festival.
"Come on, walk slowly, don't rush." Mei Ya helped Zhong Mingwei out of the house little by little. The snow in the yard began to melt, making it dirty and slippery. Mei Ya was afraid that Zhong Mingwei would fall. Zhong Mingwei was not hurt yet, but she was already sweating all over. "Don't step on the water, walk on the side."
"Don't step on the water either," Zhong Mingwei said. Seeing Mei Ya's red cotton shoes soaked by the sewage, he couldn't help but frowned. He held Mei Ya in his arms and said, "I can walk well. Don't be so nervous."
"I'm not nervous," Meiya said hurriedly, looking up and smiling at Zhong Mingwei, "Mr. Gu is really a miracle doctor. It hasn't been long since you were able to get out of bed. I think in less than three months, you'll be able to walk well."
"You have to accompany me for walks more often. You always don't want me to go out," Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips helplessly, "otherwise I will be well in a month."
"You can't do that now. The floor is slippery. It's the same if you practice your legs and feet in the house," Mei Ya said as she helped Zhong Mingwei sit on a chair. She then wiped the sweat off Zhong Mingwei's face with a towel and said, "You sit here. I'll get the offerings out."
"Okay, go ahead." Zhong Mingwei took the handkerchief and said to Mei Ya.
Mei Ya was busy and went back into the room. Zhong Mingwei looked at the simple and shabby table in front of him, as well as the rough incense burner and candles on it, and was a little absent-minded.
In previous years, sacrificial ceremonies were also performed on Qingming Festival, but not at home, but at the imperial mausoleum. Zhong Zhiheng was too lazy to go, so the burden fell on the shoulders of him, the crown prince. He had to bathe, burn incense, eat vegetarian food, and recite scriptures from the first three days. Naturally, the imperial mausoleum was home to all the royal family members buried in it. He had to kowtow as soon as he entered the hall, and he kowtowed all the way to the cold tablets on the altar. At the end of the day, his forehead was swollen. The next day, he entered and exited the palace under the gaze of all the court officials, staring at the bruise on his forehead. He felt indescribably annoyed, but later he became numb.
Today, he, the descendant of a noble family, has to perform a sacrificial ceremony again, but this time he is worshipping Meiya's parents, who are also his parents. He looked at the simple altar while rubbing his knees gently, feeling a little inexplicably warm in his heart. He turned his head to look into the house, and saw Meiya carrying out some fruits.
"I don't know how other families perform sacrifices. I've never seen it before," Mei Ya brought the fruits over and placed them on the altar, looking at Zhong Mingwei a little embarrassedly. "This is my first time performing a sacrifice, so I bought a few fruits that I think taste good. I don't know if it's in accordance with the rules."
"It's in accordance with the rules. If you like to eat, your parents will like it too," Zhong Mingwei stretched out his hand and held Mei Ya's hand, saying, "Come on, girl, help me up."
"You don't have to get up, just sit here," Mei Ya hurriedly held Zhong Mingwei's hand and said, "You don't have to do anything, just sit here..."
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