Abandoned and Reborn: Diary of a Concubine's Revenge

Aunt Zhu was buried from Zhu Mansion!

The people in Fuchunju worked very efficiently. On the second day, they bought a courtyard with three entrances and three exits in the east of the city, bought maids and servants, and tidied it up inside and out before setting up the mourning hall.

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Ye Qingmei got off the carriage and looked at the two imposing words "Zhu Mansion". She felt a sense of sadness in her heart. It would have been better if this arrangement had been made earlier.

The sound of reciting sutras echoed loudly in the yard, and everywhere there was pure white, a white mourning hall, white snow, and white mourning clothes. Ye Qingmei also wore a white mourning clothes today, with her black hair on.

A small white chrysanthemum appeared, and the whole person was as cold as an immortal, except for those eyes, which were as hot as a ball of flame.

"Girl, the time has come!"

Jinse supported Ye Qingmei, and Ye Qingmei nodded. Tomorrow is the winter solstice. Her birthday is the day before the winter solstice, but today is the day of grandma's burial. From tomorrow on, there will never be another day.

Personally, I would like to cook a bowl of longevity noodles and two red eggs in the early morning.

Her nanny... left.

"Where's Zhu Yun?"

Ye Qingmei asked, these days, according to the reports of his subordinates, Zhu Yun has really fulfilled his duty as a filial son. In addition to taking care of his physiological needs, he basically stays in the mourning hall, takes a nap when he wakes up.

If he continues to guard, Ye Qingmei is very satisfied with this!

"Zhu Yun, don't you take a rest?" Ye Qingmei looked at Zhu Yun with panda eyes, and couldn't help but feel distressed. She was using Zhu Yun to buy her own peace of mind. What a shame!

Zhu Yun saw it was Ye Qingmei and said, "No, this is what I should do."

Ye Qingmei was not determined. She knew in her heart that this was Zhu Yun's attitude. If you take me out of there, I will naturally repay you. I can't let you feel that your original choice was wrong.

The snow was falling harder and harder... The goose-feather-like snow kept falling, and for a while, there was only one color between the sky and the earth, white.

"It's snowing, so the coffin carrier may have trouble walking!" Jinse worriedly said, but Ye Qingmei only ordered, "Give me twice as much silver."

The mage in charge of the funeral, wearing a cassock as bright as blood, holding a Buddhist staff in his hand, stood up from the futon on the ground, walked to the coffin, bit his finger, and drew a line on the coffin.

Talisman!

After the talisman was drawn, the mage walked directly to the door of the mansion, followed closely by the filial son, followed by the coffin, and then many funeral objects, all made of paper, such as houses, carriages, maids and servants, gold and silver

Soft, soft, etc., everything you need.

Ye Qingmei did not plan to bury Nanny Zhu with any more people. She was also afraid that a hundred years later, there would be a tomb robber named Colonel Mojin.

The bottom of Mammy Zhu's grave is a geomantic treasure land personally selected by the eminent monk. It is said that being buried there can ensure the prosperity of the Zhu family for ten generations.

Ye Qingmei is not greedy, ten generations, ten generations are enough.

When the coffin was put into the pit dug in advance, Ye Qingmei's tears flowed out. This time, the world was really separated forever.

Handfuls of loess flew up and fell on the coffin together with snowflakes.

Ye Qingmei stood in the distance, watching from a distance as those people put Nanny Zhu into a cold earth kang, filled it with soil, and then erected a stone tablet next to it, writing the name Zhu's Shoes

He was buried here on a certain day of a certain year, and the person who erected the monument wrote the words "filial son Zhu Yun".