Qing Dynasty: Pampering The Queen

Fujin cried so much that he could hardly control himself, his already thin and disfigured body trembled like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

Nanny Wu and Nanny Ji couldn't help wiping away their tears, they knelt down and kowtowed, then got up and went to help Fujin, persuading in a low voice: "Jie Fujin, please don't do this, you are like this, elder brother knows I don't know how sad it is"

Fujin cried: "My Honghui is the most sensible, and has always loved me the most!"

"Yes, yes!" Nanny Wu and Nanny Ji felt even more uncomfortable, "Big Brother loves you the most, so don't be sad, otherwise Big Brother will love you even more!"

The two tried hard to persuade Fujin, who was almost untenable from crying, to persuade him.

Fujin gently wiped away tears, picked up the incense from the table, and Mother Ji quickly lit it for her.

With tears in his eyes, Fujin looked at the dazzling son's name on the coffin, and was about to offer incense, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner of the bright red cloth behind a plate of tribute, and couldn't help being furious, with sharp eyes, raised eyebrows and lightly reprimanded: "What is that!"

Following her gaze, Nanny Wu and Nanny Ji also saw it, and they both froze and changed color slightly.

How can there be such a bright red object in this place where the spiritual tablet is enshrined? Not to mention it's something like a silk handkerchief, it's unreasonable!

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Mother Ji quickly pulled out the red cloth.

After looking at it for a while, I couldn't help but face a big change.

Nanny Ji hurriedly put the things into her arms.

"Give it to me!" Fujin grabbed her hand with sharp eyes.

Nanny Ji trembled, and tried to calm down: "Fu Jin don't worry, the old slave will deal with it properly!"

"Give me!"

Fujin screamed sharply.

Mother Ji was taken aback for a moment, her hand was empty, she changed her face and instinctively wanted to grab it back, but how could she?

It was not a piece of cloth or a silk handkerchief, but a bellyband.

The big red apron looks quite old, with golden silk thread embroidered with wishful blessings on it, it is the apron that brother Honghui was wearing when he was born, it was made by Fujin himself stitch by stitch, this is the pattern , exactly the same.

But, that apron was burned by Fujin himself when brother Honghui left, why is it here?

"Honghui! Honghui! Is it you? You came back to visit Erniang, right? Erniang misses you so much, Erniang misses you so much!"

Fujin burst into tears uncontrollably, knocked over the tributes and the ever-burning lamp on the table, and kept crying his son's name.

Nanny Wu and Nanny Ji were frightened and anxious, they hurriedly hugged Fujin, and tried to comfort him by pulling and tugging.

However, Fujin was stimulated by the bellyband for a while, how could they control it? She rushed forward like crazy to hug Brother Honghui's tablet. He kept crying "Honghui! Honghui!"

How dare Wu Momo and Ji Momo let her stay here to be stimulated? The two tried their best to hold her and walk out.

It was with great difficulty that Fujin, who had gone mad and out of control, was pulled out of the small Buddhist hall.

Mother Ji hurriedly closed the door.

"Don't! Don't!" Fujin cried and stretched out his hands to struggle, looking at the door of the small Buddhist hall which was closed and blocked her sight, his eyes were full of despair.

"Fu Jin, let's go back first, let's go back first!" Nanny Wu and Nanny Ji's eyes were red, and their hearts were even more uncomfortable like needles, and they forced Fujin to go out.

This is so weird.

You must know that this is the place where Fujin specially asked the abbot of Huangjue Temple to enshrine the tablet of Brother Honghui.