To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 281 Peeking

   What to do?

  Luo Chen's face turned cold, and the corners of his lips became tighter.

   What kind of **** is this!

  What should be done? Does he already regard Luo Sheng as one of his own?

   Wei Han faintly felt the hostility emanating from the young man, so he took another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake indifferently.

   It is said that children of this age think very strangely, and I did not expect Miss Luo's younger brother to be no exception.

  By the way, Miss Luo's younger brother seems to be thirteen years old, which is the age when Miss Luo started raising noodles.

  Noodle head...

   Several faces that were delicate, handsome, or romantic flashed in Wei Han's mind.

   I have to say that Miss Luo has a good eye.

   Wei Han had already finished eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and accidentally bit his finger because he was still thinking about Miss Luo's noodles.

   This pain immediately pulled back my thoughts.

   Wei Han put down his hands with a serious face, and picked up the teacup.

  Luo Chen twitched the corner of his mouth violently.

   Don't think he didn't see it just by pretending to be serious!

  Eating a sweet-scented osmanthus cake can actually bite your hand. This man is not reliable at all, and he is not suitable to be a brother-in-law at all.

   Staring at the dwindling pastries on the plate, the young man had a new idea: Maybe the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is too delicious?

  He reached out and picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and ate it.

   The moment he ate his mouthful, the boy squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

  An Guogong's mansion was changed into white inside and out, and the mourning hall was decorated to accept condolences from relatives and friends.

   Relatives and friends are just referrals. For a family like the Duke of Anguo, the royal family, nobles, civil and military officials, and even small officials will come to pay homage, and at worst, they will send someone to deliver the sacrifice.

  The death of Mrs. An Guogong overshadowed the previous gossip and became a hot topic in the capital.

   Mrs. An Guogong's wife had to stay for 7749 days before the funeral, and countless people came to express their condolences every day. After a few days, the An Guogong's son, his wife and Zhu Erlang, who were kneeling at the altar to accompany the sacrifice, lost a lot of weight.

  Wearing sackcloth, drinking porridge, and kneeling with swollen knees is all it takes. For Zhu Erlang, what is more difficult is the torment in his heart.

  The brown under the nails of his mother made the suspicion in his heart grow wildly like weeds, and what made him even more disturbed was that the second sister never showed up.

  Second sister is not of a constitution that will collapse in the wind, how could she not even attend her mother's funeral.

  Second sister must have had an accident, right?

   When it got dark and there were no guests who came to express their condolences, An Guogong's son and others stood up precariously, and then they could take a rest.

  The mourning hall is guarded by servants in filial piety throughout the night to keep the lights on.

  Zhu Erlang did not go back to his room, but carefully avoided the servants and went to Zhu Hanshuang's residence.

  He came here once before, but he was stopped by the gatekeeper at the gate of the courtyard.

  Zhu Erlang touched his purse and knocked on the door.

  The gate of the courtyard opened, and the mother-in-law saw that it was Zhu Erlang, and secretly complained.

  Why is Second Young Master here again!

  Before, the steward had instructed that no one was allowed to see the second girl, even the two young masters and the wife of the eldest son were no exception.

   "Is Second Young Master okay?" The woman blocked the door and asked with a dry smile.

   "I'll come and see my second sister."

  The mother-in-law forced a smile: "Second son, don't embarrass the old slave. The second girl was ordered by the prince not to be disturbed."

  Zhu Erlang tore off the purse from his waist and stuffed it into the mother-in-law's hand: "Mother Zhang, it's convenient, I'll just take a look at the second sister, talk for a while at most, and leave, so I won't cause trouble."

  Holding the heavy purse, the mother-in-law hesitated for a moment.

  Just letting you in and saying a few words will bring you benefits. Such good things don’t happen often.

  Zhu Erlang saw that his mother-in-law's reaction was dramatic, so he hurriedly said: "Mother Zhang, please be considerate. My mother passed away, and I haven't seen my sister for a long time. I don't feel at ease."

  The old woman squeezed her bulging purse, and turned her body sideways: "Then second son, hurry up, don't stay for long."

  Zhu Erlang nodded perfunctorily and walked in quickly.

  The mother-in-law quickly closed the courtyard door, opened the purse and took a look.

   Seeing this, the eyes couldn't help but straighten.

  The second son was so generous in his actions, he was actually a bag of gold.

   It is not only the mother-in-law who is guarding Zhu Hanshuang, but two other maids are guarding the house.

  Seeing Zhu Erlang approaching, the two servant girls were taken aback, subconsciously wanting to stop him.

  Zhu Erlang repeated his old trick and stuffed the two maids with gold hairpins, and finally met Zhu Hanshuang.

  The light in the room is not very bright, Zhu Hanshuang has disheveled hair, only wearing a snow-white jacket sitting on the bed with her knees hugged, at first glance she looks like a female ghost.

  Zhu Erlang was dumbfounded, and couldn't help being shocked: "Second sister, aren't you sick? How did you become like this?"

  Zhu Hanshuang slowly turned her head to look at Zhu Erlang, her eyes lit up and she jumped off the bed: "Second brother, you finally came to see me!"

   Probably because she hadn't moved for a long time, she staggered as soon as her feet hit the ground, and her body fell forward.

  Zhu Erlang strode over to support her.

  After approaching, he could see clearly, and Zhu Erlang was even more shocked.

  After seeing each other for a few days, the second sister turned into this inhuman and ghost-like appearance.

   "Second sister, what's going on?"

  Zhu Hanshuang glanced at the door, lowered his voice and asked: "Second brother, tell me first, what did father say about me?"

  Zhu Erlang hesitated for a moment, and said: "How can I say that you are too sad and sick to say that your mother is gone."

   "I knew it would be like this..." Zhu Hanshuang said in a daze, tears falling down.

  Zhu Erlang looked at Zhu Hanshuang carefully, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became: "Second sister, can you tell me what happened? Why did your mother suddenly choke to death while eating dumplings, and you were put under house arrest?"

   "Choked to death eating dumplings?" Zhu Hanshuang was taken aback, his expression distorted, "Second brother, mother didn't choke to death eating dumplings at all, but was killed by father by mistake!"

   "What?" Zhu Erlang's face changed drastically, he pinched Zhu Hanshuang's wrist, and asked in a low voice, "Are you kidding me?"

Zhu Hanshuang smiled bitterly: "How could I make such a joke. I made my father angry that day and was taught by my father. My mother felt sorry for me and stopped me and was pushed by my father. In the end, I was pushed down and the broken porcelain of the vase stuck in my throat... "

  Zhu Erlang's eyes were tearing, and his whole body felt cold.

   No wonder his mother’s nails were brown, no wonder his father and elder brother prevented him from seeing his mother’s remains, no wonder his second sister was locked up and not allowed to see anyone...

I see!

   "Second brother, I'm so scared." Zhu Hanshuang grabbed Zhu Erlang's sleeve, tears fell like rain, "Father locked me up now and doesn't allow me to see anyone. You said that after my mother's funeral, will you kill me?"

   "No!" Zhu Erlang subconsciously denied.

  Tiger poison does not eat sons, how could the father kill the second sister?

  Glancing at Zhu Hanshuang's miserable appearance, Zhu Erlang was a little shaken again.

   "Second brother, please help me, I want to live."

   "I—" Facing his sister's plea, Zhu Erlang was momentarily at a loss.

  A voice came from the door: "Second Young Master, it's time to go."

  Zhu Hanshuang was startled, and tightly grasped Zhu Erlang's sleeve: "Second brother—"

  Zhu Erlang patted Zhu Hanshuang's hand: "Second sister, don't panic, I will come to see you again when I have a chance."

   When the silence in the room returned, Zhu Hanshuang thumped the bed hard, crying silently.

  In order not to mislead everyone, let me explain: Persimmons don’t just need to be sun-dried, there are many steps. The persimmons in the article are half-persimmons, not perfect persimmons.

  (end of this chapter)