She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

"Who's coming?"

Chu Qingfang, wearing linen mourning clothes, knelt alone in the mourning hall and asked calmly.

Many people came to pay their respects to my mother these days, but few of them really saw their sincerity.

In the morning, Mrs. An, the wife of the Chief Secretary, came to visit. She didn't say anything, but sadness and regret could be seen between her brows. This was the greatest comfort for Chu Qingfang.

It's better than pretending to cry and then walking away calmly.

"Miss, it's the wife of the Marquis Zhao and the governor's eldest daughter, Miss Qin." Chu Qingfang's maid Qing Xing replied softly.

After He Yong's death, the family suddenly fell apart, with no one in charge. My aunt, who had been accompanying my mother, had been sent back to her hometown to visit relatives, and my father was no longer around.

Qing Xing was the only one in charge of the mourning hall in the front hall. She also had to go to the kitchen to take care of food and drink for everyone in the mansion and serve tea to the mourners. She was so tired that she looked haggard.

People seem to grow up overnight.

The day Chu Qingfang returned home from his private residence, he stood at the gate, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar plaque in the drizzle, as if it were just yesterday.

For several days, she did not see her father Chu Hui. It is said that he was so grief-stricken that he fell ill and locked himself in the house.

Chu Qingfang softened her voice and asked twice, but she didn't hear a word from him. She asked a doctor to come, but he just said that it was a difficult knot in his heart and there was no cure.

In the past, I was taught by my mother and loved by my father. I was a noble lady like the willows in the breeze of Kezhou. But now the hall is cold and quiet, my mother's coffin is quietly placed on the white cloth, and there is no one behind her to support her.

"Please ask them to come in." Rubbing his sore knees, Chu Qingfang slowly got up from the mat. He was suddenly hit by dizziness from not having eaten or drunk anything. He forced himself to slow down before he could see clearly.

This was the second time that Ah-yi entered the military mansion.

Once to make a plan, once to pay tribute.

In the spring rain, she walked with Hengqi under the umbrella, and greeted Mrs. Chu with a smile in the corridor. Now she is back to the old place, but they are separated by the Yin and Yang.

"Young Marquis's wife? What are you looking at?" Qin Xi stretched out his hand, waved it in front of A'ao's eyes, and asked.

He retracted his empty gaze and sighed softly, "Nothing, let's go."

In front of Mrs. Chu's courtyard, a depressing white silk was hung, and two lonely paper lanterns were swaying in the wind, just like the circumstances of life, where nothing can be achieved.

Chu Qingfang stood behind those things. His frail body could not support the loose mourning clothes. He had lost weight and his eyes were red and swollen.

She bowed silently and led the two into the mourning hall.

Holding three incense sticks in her hand, quietly waiting for them to burn, Ah-yi knelt carefully in front of the cushion and performed the complete kowtow.

The dead are the greatest, and this truth couldn't be clearer to Ah-yi.

Although she only had some interactions with Mrs. Chu, they were not very close, but Ah'ao could see clearly how much she loved her daughter.

Even Qin Xi, who had always been at odds with Chu Qingfang, touched Chu Qingfang's shoulder soothingly after the worship.

"Thank you." Chu Qingfang said suddenly when A'ao stood up.

His voice was a little hoarse, but he said it solemnly, "Thank you for saving me then, and thank you, young marquis, for saving me then."

Ah's heart suddenly felt dull and uncomfortable, and there was more pity in her eyes as she looked at her. "I was delayed by something a few days ago, so I came only today. Please don't be offended."

Chu Qingfang relaxed his strength and pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, "I know. Because of my family's affairs, several suspects' affairs came one after another, causing the young marquis to be injured. Madam, you have also been worried about everything, how dare I blame you."

After all, she was still a young girl who had not experienced much of the world. Even though she tried to remain calm, she could not hide her sobs at the end of her words.

Qin Xi was a person who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. She couldn't bear to see anyone enduring grievances in front of her, so she stepped forward, put her arm around her shoulders and stroked them gently.

These days, Chu Qingfang needed the comfort she needed most, but it easily overwhelmed her. She lowered her head and tears fell like rain.

"I have caused you trouble time and time again. I heard that the young marquis is still recovering from his injuries. I... blame myself for waking up too late. If it weren't for me, perhaps everyone would still be fine."

"You're right." Ah's hand raised to brush her hair, her eyes burning, "Don't worry, I've forgotten about the pasture. Hengzhi just had an old injury, it's nothing serious. Madam Chu risked her life to save you, you have to take care of yourself."

Chu Qingfang was startled and grabbed Ah's hand, "Why did he kill my mother? Why did he kill me? He watched me grow up, why!"

But who can tell why?

The cruelty of the facts is probably far beyond what people can bear.

Ah Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "There are some strange things. I will help you check them, but you have to know that you can no longer act willfully. The entire Military Office depends on you to support it."

Her eyes were burning as she stared at Chu Qingfang, "If you don't hide your strength, not only will you fail to get revenge, you will also lose your life."

Having escaped from danger countless times and accumulated hatred every night, he finally struggled out of the predicament and put it into words, but it was only two short sentences.

Excluding the detours he had taken, these are all that he could use to warn Chu Qingfang.

"You mean..." Chu Qingfang's eyes seemed to light up for a moment, "There are some things I can't figure out, and I have to tell Madam Xiaohou. You are right, but now is not the time to talk. After the funeral is over, I will come to find you."

Qin Xi was also dressed in mourning and said to her, "If you need any help, just come to me."

"Oh, by the way." Ah-yi suddenly asked, "Why don't you see your father?"

Chu Hui was a husband and a father. Even if he was sad, there was no reason for him to abandon his daughter and ignore the funeral at home, right?

"Father." After thinking for a while, Chu Qingfang said frankly, "He has been claiming to be sick for a long time. He has not eaten and is heartbroken. He has been sick for several days."

Just as he was about to ask more details, several colleagues of Chu Hui came outside the door to pay their respects, so he had to put the conversation on hold.

When we left Chu's house, the sky had already turned gloomy.

Ah'an turned around and saw lush new buds inside the wall.

"Uncle Chu, it's strange that there is a peach tree under the wall." Qin Xi followed Ah Yi's gaze and murmured. A peach tree, it's really strange.
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"Where's your leader? I want to see your master!"

The prison was cold and silent.

The weather has been warm and cold in recent days, and there is nothing to keep warm in the prison. Ruzui has been locked up for several days in just a single layer of clothes, and it is becoming difficult for him to bear it.

"What are you yelling for! Damn bitch, you better tell me something, or I'll beat you to death!" The jailer was disturbed in the middle of the night, and walked over with a sour face and shouted, "You, go report to the judge. You, go report to the pen."

After directing two people to report, the jailer slowly came over, stepped on the cell door, and kicked the iron lock loudly. "A prostitute who has colluded with the murderer should have confessed earlier and been released earlier. Why did you delay until now?"

Ruzui stood upright, even smiling, "Sir, please don't look down on me. Even though I'm a prostitute, I still have principles. If I confess right away, you'll call me a heartless bitch, right?"

Half joking, half serious.

The jailer laughed loudly after hearing this, pointing at Ruzui and praising him, "What a perceptive person! Well, I apologize for what I said just now. I shouldn't have humiliated you like that."

The sturdy man bowed, which made him look even more humorous.

If you are drunk, you can move forward and backward appropriately, and you will be blessed with a healthy body.

"The world is a furnace, and all things are copper. If people cannot know how to advance and retreat, how can they survive?"

The two murmured sentences were heard completely by Yang Si who happened to come rushing over.

"Girl, can I call you that?" Someone behind him moved a chair for Yang Si, and he sat in front of Ruzui, face to face.

"Please do as you wish, Your Excellency." Ruzui smiled.

"Miss Ruzui, if you have anything to say, just say it." Yang Si pointed to the pen holder next to him, already holding the pen, waiting to take notes.

Ruzui looked out the window and saw thick clouds covering the moon and a desolate sky.

"Please forgive me, sir. I didn't explain it right away because I was thinking about myself." Ruzui was calm and composed, and he steadily found a way out for himself. "I also know that the power behind He Yong is what the court has been investigating."

Yang Si looked at her in silence.

"I am willing to tell you the truth, but I have only one request: I don't want to die. I have been wandering for most of my life. Now I am thirty-five years old. Not only am I unable to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, but I am also trapped in prison. I have had enough."

"He Yong once said that if I encountered any trouble, I should fly a kite high up, and he would come to me according to the direction." Ruzui trembled unconsciously as he spoke, "I have met countless people, and I knew that he would not be an ordinary housekeeper, but I was obsessed with tenderness and mistakenly trusted him."

"The day before the assassination of Mrs. Chu, I noticed that he was restless and anxious. But I hesitated and didn't fly the kite until the afternoon of the next day."

Sadness gradually appeared in her eyes. "I think too highly of myself. If a person thinks that he can change someone, then he is really stupid."

He took up his pen and glanced at Yang Si, not knowing whether he should copy these down or not, but he also felt that there was something untrue in what he said.

Yang Siwei nodded, but didn't think so.

"I couldn't stop him, and he didn't come to save me. I didn't give up, so I went to the military office to look for clues, to find out who he was working for, and whether he was dead or alive."

"It's a pity that he is dead. I don't think it will be easy for him to escape unscathed. It turns out that all men are bad."

Ruzui smiled sadly, "That's why I want to beg you. Lord Tongpan, I have never done anything evil in my life, and I don't want to die with He Yong. I secretly hid a key of his, and I will tell you everything I know, just begging you to let me go!"

No matter how gorgeous the dress is, she kneels among the dry grass with bent knees as if drunk, feeling lonely and desolate.

"This..." Yang Si hesitated for a moment.

"I can protect you."

A clear voice came from the corridor.

Ruzui immediately straightened up, looking as if at the gate of life, his eyes slightly lit up.

Ah'an walked around the tall candlestick and came to the prison door.

The long skirt is graceful and the person is like a crescent moon.

Yang Si was startled at first, but then he reacted and immediately bowed, "Greetings, Madam Zhaohou."

The rest of the people, even if they had never seen him before, quickly followed the judge in paying their respects.

"Once you confess, the forces behind He Yong will definitely not let you go." Ah's hand raised, signaling them to stand up, but she continued to speak, "You just want a stable and worry-free life. I am in need of a helper, so I am naturally happy to help you."

Ru Zuixin hesitated and did not agree immediately.

Ah-yi smiled, her tone was unusually confident, "Look, I'm already the wife of the Marquis of Zhao, are you still afraid that I can't protect you?"

"Written evidence?"

Seeing that she was wavering, Ah'ao immediately borrowed a pen and paper from the side and wrote down what she said.

"Can you trust me now?"

Ruzui looked at Ah'ao and felt that she looked confident and had an inexplicable attraction to her, which made him believe her.

Forget it, is there any better choice at the moment? Ruzui pulled out the long hairpin, cut his fingertips, and used blood as a seal to seal the contract.

Ah-yi followed suit, pulling out her silver hairpin and flicking it over the fire, "Everyone, go out. Yang Tongpan stay."

Several people in the field looked at each other, but had to obey the order and retreat.

Ah-yi placed her bloody fingerprint on the deed and said casually, "You know what He Yong buried under the plum tree in Chu's mansion, right?"

Ruzui was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

(End of this chapter)