Young master Ye's marriage talk was too late to spread, and the old and young masters on the streets and alleys had new conversations.
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There are all kinds of rumors and rumors. The eldest master of the Xiaoye family has just been involved in personnel affairs, and was hooked by the newly married little lady; the young master Xiaoye can marry the little lady of the Wu family, but in the past, countless people could not ask for it. Yes; and laughed at the Wu family lady who guarded the chastity memorial at a young age.
The men drove the car, but they were not as vicious as their mother-in-law.
She was the same woman, but she never had half sympathy, saying that the little lady of the Wu family was the reincarnation of the evil lone star that day and defeated her father. Now she has just married into the Ye family and she has defeated her husband.
However, the atmosphere inside the Ye family is completely different from the outside. The tall courtyard seems to block all the rumors. Everyone is like Xiaoling, the maid next to Wu Xuanyi. Seeing Wu Xuanyi is like she is I haven't seen it, but at best, it's a good young lady.
There is nothing else to say.
In the first seven days of the young master Ye family, as the only wife, Wu Xuanyi, as a survivor, wore a linen and filial piety. He knelt by the coffin and greeted the guests. He never had any tears in front of others. He was tired of crying. He fell on the ground and kept clasping his head.
It's just that the female relatives who followed their men to the door were vicious, saying that this new entry lady consciously defeated her husband, and she was ashamed of Ye Da Young Master, so she cried more and more fiercely.
Wu Xuanyi ignored the others, but cried for himself, not for the short-lived Young Master Ye family, only for himself and the displacement after Wu's family.
His father was given to death, and his home was copied. The Wu family must not be able to stay in the Imperial Capital, but where to go in the future, you have to wait for a word from the person on the throne.
The night gradually deepened, and it became more and more cold. Wu Xuanyi stayed in front of the spirit and kept throwing a lot of paper money into the brazier in front of him. It seemed that it was not the paper money that was burning, but his belly. Wronged.
The fire was very hot, and slightly removed the biting chill in the air.
Suddenly the sound of slow footsteps came from behind him, Wu Xuan frowned, straightened his body and was about to start sobbing.
"Aren't you tired after crying for so long?" An unfamiliar male voice came from behind him.
Wu Xuan pressed her thin lips tightly, turned her head and glanced at the person behind her. The colder was even deeper. The moment she looked back, a fox fur cloak draped properly on her shoulders.
"Master, please respect yourself." Wu Xuanyi immediately took off his cloak, held it in his hand, and looked at the young man with a murderous air between his brows.
The young man smiled faintly, and did not reach out to pick up the cloak Wu Xuanyi handed back, but walked slowly to the front of the coffin.
This man hasn't seen him in the past few days. Could it be that a distant relative of the Ye family just arrived today? Wu Xuanyi was puzzled, and at the same time he felt that his behavior was too frivolous. He had just lost his husband and guarded his new widow. How could he come to the spirit by himself in the middle of the night and could not help but put his cloak on his body.
This cloak still carries residual heat, and it is clear that he had put it on himself before.
Lonely man and widow, if this incident were to be spread out, it would really be unclear if he jumped into the Yellow River. Wu Xuanyi looked around nervously, but found that the maid and the servant were all gone.
Wu Xuanyi's heart suddenly became alert.
The young man raised his hand on the top of the coffin lid, glanced at Wu Xuan, and said, "My name is Ye Yi."
The words Ye Yi resounded like a thunder in Wu Xuanyi's mind, and Wu Xuanyi was stunned in place. Ye Yi, he was Ye Yi.
Wu Xuanyi immediately glanced at the spirit position again, and the word Ye Yi was clearly written on it.
It turns out that the resurrection of the first seven is true. Wu Xuanyi had no other thoughts, but thought of this traditional saying, and immediately fainted and fell directly to the ground.
One is scared, and the other is too weak and tired these days.
Ye Yi smiled bitterly, looked around, flipped the lid of the coffin with one palm, and then did a ridiculous thing. He picked up Wu Xuanyi and placed it in the empty coffin with only a few layers of longevity blankets. Putting the cloak that fell aside on her intimately.
When it was about to dawn, Wu Xuanyi woke up in a daze, looked around and found that he was actually in the coffin, and was frightened again, but this time he did not faint a little better.
Wu Xuanyi struggled to get up and sat up in the coffin. A thin but tall figure stood in front of the mourning hall, which was clearly the ghost of last night.
Reminiscing about the weird performances of the maid and Liu Yiniang that night, Wu Xuanyi, who has been slowed down, has already understood that last night was not the resurrection of the first seven. I am afraid that there are still many secrets waiting for him in this big family.
"You're awake." Ye Yi said when he noticed the movement behind him.
"Yeah." Wu Xuanyi said softly.
Now her mood is very complicated, she doesn't know how to face the man in front of her. He is her new husband, but he is also a member of the Ye family who has ruined her own family.
It's just that he doesn't seem to be like the diseased state in the legend, on the contrary, the whole person looks radiant.
Ye Yi turned around and walked to the coffin, holding two steamed buns in his hand and handing it to Wu Xuanyi: "You haven't eaten anything since last night, so let's make up a cushion for your stomach."
Wu Xuanyi took the steamed bun and freed up a hand to support the coffin to get up.
Ye Yi put his hand on Wu Xuanyi's little warm hand, and said, "No one will come. You can sit in and eat, warmer."
Wu Xuan was taken aback for a moment, like a frightened little rabbit, withdrawing his hand suddenly.
"thanks."
"Don't be so polite, you and I are husband and wife." Ye Yi stared at Wu Xuanyi's eyes and said, with a pair of nice eyes, "And thank you can not solve any problems, only benefits can return benefits."
"Then what can I give you back? Me?" Wu Xuan looked at Ye Yi's eyes once, without flinching at all.
"I said, we are a husband and wife, don't be so polite." Ye Yi smiled faintly, then turned and squatted in front of the brazier, burned the paper money for himself, and muttered, "I'm afraid no one in this world has participated by himself. For your own funeral, burn paper money for yourself."
"Don't you want to ask me?" Ye Yi glanced back at Wu Xuanyi.
"If you want to tell me, you will tell me without asking me." Wu Xuanyi said calmly.
The funeral of the young master of the Ye family is a major event. The funeral procession is full of gongs and drums.
Ye family martial arts for generations, the ancestral tomb is buried here with twelve Ye family generals who have served the empire.
Ye Yi, a person who was supposed to lie in the coffin, followed the funeral procession so openly. No one recognized him on the way, and all the servants of the Ye family turned a blind eye. The existence of this person.