Lin Qingyu sat quietly on the bed for a long time, but for a while, she couldn't distinguish the dream state and the present world. He looked at his hand blankly, as if he could still recall the touch of the boy's lower abdomen, but he couldn't remember the face of the person in his dream.
He only remembered that the man was taller than the Lu Wancheng he was familiar with, he was "handsome", his voice was better, and he was able to pick him up easily. And... what else.
His memory of the boy seemed to be covered by a veil, no matter how hard he looked at it, he could only see a faint outline.
The toilet water fetched hot water to wait for him to wash. He asked: "Did you dream of him last night."
Hualu's eyes were red again, and she shook her head.
Lin Qingyu slowly gathered her palms: "He's back."
"Master, what did you say to Young Master?"
Lin Qingyu smiled: "He's the same as before, he doesn't talk about business matters, and just talks about useless nonsense."
He wouldn't even tell him his name, he was too brutal, he should be hung up and beaten up.
But even if it is nonsense, the atmosphere of the dream is still warm and nostalgic. It's a pity that when I wake up from the dream, there is nothing left.
Lin Qingyu began to collect Lu Wancheng’s relics one after another, choosing some as funeral objects.
There were too many things, so he let Hualu go through it first, and picked out the things that Lu Wancheng had used in the past year.
The clothes that I have worn, the jade crown I have worn, the bowls and chopsticks I have used, the pitchers I have played, the books I have read, the birds I have played.
In the first half of the year, Lu Wancheng's body was not too bad, he collected a lot of weird things, and raised thrushes and starlings. Later, his body gradually deteriorated, and Starling Thrush also died of illness. Lu Wancheng personally did the funeral for the two birds, hummed a cheerful song and sent them on the road, said that the song was called by the black man carrying the coffin, and asked him if he wanted to learn, he could teach him, and wait until he dies. Let the fierce person play this song with a suona, carry the coffin and send him away.
At that time, I didn't bother to pay attention to Lu Wancheng, let him say something outrageous in his ear, and didn't want to give him a straight eye. Fortunately, he remembered many people, even if he didn't care about it then, he can recall many details now.
Lu Wancheng likes things where he can have fun without having to move. One day, on a whim, he said that he wanted to know how the people of Dayu depilated the sheep, so he asked the steward to take a sheep from Zhuangzi and cut all the sheep's hair in front of him.
"If I were that sheep, I would definitely be ashamed to death." Lu Wancheng said, lying on this recliner.
This recliner is also Lu Wancheng's favorite. He likes to lie on it in the sun, swaying and squinting, like a lazy cat.
Lin Qingyu lay down on the reclining chair like Lu Wancheng did, picking up the notebook beside her hand and flipping through it.
He was deeply impressed by this story, a collection of folk investigations. Lu Wancheng circled the name of the murderer on the third page, making it impossible to read it. He wrote the word "Fun" to Lu Wancheng, and never read the book again. He didn't expect that Lu Wancheng actually replied to him in the book.
"This person is the murderer."
"roll."
"In the end, it was Dr. Lin who was recruited! I'm sorry, I'll give you a kowtow."
Lin Qingyu looked at someone's scribbled handwriting, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly.
Lu Wancheng always did this, first provoke people speechless, and then quickly and sincerely apologized, making people unable to get angry.
At that time, Lu Wancheng was still an out-and-out dude, eating and drinking all day long, staying in bed and refusing to get up. Since when did he become deep and exhausted
There was a slight dull pain in the chest, and Lin Qingyu closed the script, still unable to cry.
Maybe what he lost is what he shouldn't have.
In the study, Lin Qingyu found Lu Wancheng's masterpiece a month ago. He stated in the letter that all the dowry left by his biological mother Wen was left to his widow Lin. Secondly, I hope that my grandparents will tell the queen that since he is dead, the male wife Chongxi should end here, and the Lin family can be returned to the Lin Mansion. From then on, the weddings and funerals are irrelevant.
When Wen married, Wen Guogong prepared ten miles of red makeup for him. Twenty years have passed, and he has barely touched him. It is comparable to the entire Lin Family property.
In addition, after Lu Wancheng left, Zhang Shiquan also settled an account with Lin Qingyu. Since taking over the general affairs of the Hou Mansion, Zhang Shiquan quietly transferred the land deeds of most of the fields, Biezhuang, and shops of the Hou Mansion to Lin Qingyu's name.
Lu Wancheng said on the wedding night of the two that when he died, he would let him take his inheritance back to the Lin Mansion and live a happy life.
Lu Wancheng didn't lie to him.
There was only one thing left, because Lu Wancheng hadn't made up his mind before he died. "Shaojun, Xiaohouye didn't know about the private salt in Xuzhou. From your point of view, what should I do now?"
Lin Qingyu wanted to use this to make the Liang family obedient, and by the way, after taking advantage of Lu Niantao, he pulled him off. If Lu Niantao really becomes a noble concubine and gives birth to a prince in the future, it will not do him any good. It's a pity that before he can do it, the mother and daughter themselves won't work.
However, in one year, the death, madness, and disease of Nan'an Hou Mansion are already in danger. Now I just wait for Nan'an Hou to be unable to hold on, and then he will return to his hometown, and at the worst, he cannot afford to be sick.
It's boring.
"Pick yourself up first, and let them continue to make trouble," Lin Qingyu said, "maybe it will be useful in the future."
Zhang Shiquan respectfully said: "Yes."
"Master," Huantong hurriedly ran into the house, "The prince is here, Master Hou wants you to get ready to pick you up."
The emperor and the queen all expressed their opinions on the death of Lu Wancheng, and Xiao Teng, as the prince, could not neglect this matter. He was able to come to the mansion personally to give condolences to Nan'anhou.
Lin Qingyu knew that there would be such a day: "I know, I will change my clothes and go."
Nan'an Hou was supported by the Pan clan to greet him at the gate of the Hou Mansion, while Lin Qingyu and the children of other clans stood behind. Nan'an Hou originally thought that the prince would bring his concubine with him when he came to pay condolences to the mansion. Unexpectedly, the prince was the only one who came.
Xiao Wei and Nan'an Hou exchanged a little greeting, saying nothing more than a polite mandarin such as sorrow and change: "I wanted to come to the mansion to send my cousin to the mansion early in the morning. How can I get out of the government until today."
The sage is getting older, and the dragon body is not as good as before after the wind and cold in Qiuzhen. In order to stabilize the court, he had to let the prince assist the country. Xiao Teng took over the Ministry of Households from Nan'anhou again, and it was in full swing and the limelight was gaining momentum.
Nan'anhou now has only one daughter left. He couldn't help but asked about the current situation of the concubine. Xiao Teng only wrote lightly: "Lu's body is ill, and it is inconvenient to leave the palace. Guhui will offer three sticks of incense for her cousin."
Lin Qingyu looked behind Xiao Teng. The prince was outside the palace, except for the coachman and his entourage, he brought only two guards. With Xiao Teng's suspiciousness, he definitely wouldn't be so negligent about his own safety, and he must have hidden a lot of his shadow guards in places invisible to others.
Nan'an Hou asked Xiao Teng to enter the mansion. When Xiao Teng passed in front of Lin Qingyu, the corner of his mouth provoked an arc of a smile.
Lin Qingyu took the lead and looked away. He wasn't afraid to stare at Xiao Teng, but if Xiao Teng oiled him now, no one could save his eyes.
The group arrived at the mourning hall. As the widow of Lu Wancheng, Lin Qingyu lit the six-pillar incense and handed it to Xiao Teng.
Xiao Wei took the incense, and said in a voice that only two of them could hear: "Xiao Qingyu, you have lost weight."
Lin Qingyu's expression was dumb, as if he hadn't heard it.
Xiao Wei looked at Lu Wancheng's spiritual position and laughed slowly: "Gu still remembers his cousin once said that as long as he didn't say the end, nothing will end. But now? He is lying in the coffin, his soul is gone. The person standing in front of Xiao Qingyu is a solitary—isn't it rare that it is over?"
Lin Qingyu's heart moved.
Yes, as long as that person does not say the end, nothing will end.
He cheered up and said, "His Royal Highness has heard rumors about me."
"gossip?"
"My marriage to Lu Wancheng, Nan'an Hou Mansion has had many disasters, and it can be seen that the male wife is not tolerated by nature."
"Did Xiao Qingyu misunderstand something?" Xiao Wei smiled evilly, "How could Gu marry a male wife? What I want is your face."
Lin Qingyu raised her eyelashes: "His Royal Highness... what do you want to do?"
"No hurry." Xiao Teng bowed slightly to Lu Wancheng's spiritual position. It seems to be incense to piety, but he says words that insult the widow of the deceased, "Patient hunting can eat the most delicious prey."
Lin Qingyu's eyelashes drooped back again, reaching into his sleeves, as if to pull something out. A white light flashed in front of Xiao Teng's eyes, without realizing what had happened, a figure sprang out from nowhere, blocking him.
There was a sharp pain in Lin Qingyu's wrist. Then, a long sword was placed between his neck.
A guardian maid screamed, and was soon covered her mouth. The sudden change made everyone present stunned. There was a young man in black clothes in the mourning hall, holding a long sword, and looking at Lin Qingyu with awe-inspiring killing intent.
Compared with Lin Qingyu, young people are very ordinary in appearance and figure, and they will be overwhelmed when they are put in a crowd. But at this moment, as long as he waved his hand lightly, Lin Qingyu's blood could be splashed on the spot.
Lin Qingyu whispered: "Shenhuai knowledge?"
Surprise flashed in the youth's eyes.
"What's the matter?" Xiao Teng said displeased, "What are you doing out suddenly?"
The young man said concisely: "There is a sharp thing hidden in Lin Shaojun's sleeve."
Everyone took a breath. Assassinating the prince prince, this is a serious crime of all sorts of crimes.
"Oh?" Xiao Teng narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Lin Shaojun wants to do something stupid in front of your husband?"
Lin Qingyu calmly said: "Master Dark Guard has misunderstood." He took out what was hidden in his sleeves, which turned out to be just a step for a woman. "This is the relic of Master Xiaohou. After Master Xiaohou left, I have always carried it with me and developed the habit of playing with it in my hands from time to time. Unexpectedly, such misunderstandings will occur. I hope that your Highness will forgive me."
Xiao Wei looked at Lin Qingyu, and the rest of the people were afraid to come out until he said, "Get back."
The young man immediately put away the sword and looked down and said, "Subordinates damn it."
After this small storm, Xiao Wei did not stay long. Lin Qingyu put Step Yao into the funerary, let it accompany Lu Wancheng to sleep, lest Lu Wancheng has nothing to turn in another world.
After stopping the spirit, it was buried. The ancestral grave of the Lu family was in Lin'an, and Lu Baishuo rushed to the capital from his hometown in order to send Lu Wancheng's fallen leaves back to his roots. As a survivor, Lin Qingyu should go with Lu Baishuo to send Lu Wancheng for the last time.
As the new year is approaching, Lin Qingyu intends to leave after the new year. On New Year’s Eve, Nan’an Hou’s Mansion did not post Spring Festival couplets, did not set off firecrackers, and was not allowed to visit relatives and friends. Although Lin Qingyu was worried about his parents and children, in order to prevent them from being criticized too much, he still stayed in the Hou Mansion for the New Year.
He gave Lanfengge's servants a vacation, and Huantong and the two simply spent a year. Huantong cooked a pot of dumplings, the master and servant were eating, and a guest greeted.
Hu Ji is alone in the capital, and it is inevitable to feel lonely when the family is reunited. He first went to Lin Mansion, Lin Mu left him for a meal, and said that if there is nothing wrong with him, he can go to Nan'an Hou Mansion to have a look. So Hu Ji came and brought some cakes made by Lin's mother.
Lin Qingyu thanked him, and asked, "Is my mother okay?"
Hu Ji said, "Sir, everything is fine, but she is more worried about Young Master, and also worried about the adult who is far away in Yongliang's court."
Lin Qingyu frowned between her eyebrows. It has been a long time since the last time the news of Yongliang was sent back to Beijing, and there has been no new news. Wars in the Northwest continue, General Gu’s life or death is uncertain, and his father does not know when he will return.
Hu Ji heard that Lin Qingyu was going south, and said worriedly: "The epidemic is in the south, so you must be careful."
Lin Qingyu nodded and said: "Yes."
Hu Ji sat for a while and then got up to say goodbye. Lin Qingyu sent him out of the house, and looked up and saw Wanjia lights, galaxies.
So the year will end tonight, and the new year will come tomorrow.
After that night, the spirit of the boy surnamed Jiang never dreamed again.