It was late autumn and the sky was overcast.
The Qi family's large courtyard, with its high walls and red tiles, is covered with white cloth. It was obvious that there might be a funeral. The weather in this city feels colder than other places.
Occasionally passers-by see these white cloth, can only regret to shake his head.
Everyone in the city knew that the Qi family was the richest family. The master of the Qi family had four wives, the richest of which was the second wife. The master also liked the son born by the second wife the most.
But a few years ago, the second son died of illness, leaving only his wife and child. Less than a year later, the second son's wife also died. Now, the young master who looked like white jade was gone.
In the past, they had only heard of his infirmity. Who would have thought that this time, he would die of illness in a foreign city. How Pitiful.
"It's really sad that the bride is suddenly a widow."
The passer-by glanced at the person next her. "a, this is fate. From now on, everything in the Qi family will be hers. Even if she is a widow, she also has a lot of money. Why do you have to worry about that?"
"Well, I'm just saying."
...
The talk outside the door is endless, changed a few waves of pedestrians, but also nothing more than those words.
Ziyan, the servant girl of the second son's house, happened to get a letter at the door with a cloak in her hand. Hearing a few words, her face was immediately ugly, and she turned and walked back directly.
Qi family ancestor wind generation diligence and thrift, in spite of this, the house still has 4 palaces as big.
Although the second son had an accident, only left a child, but the grandfather love his grandson, or unbiased to the second concubine two palace-sized house.
Into the courtyard, the funeral hall is located in the main hall, painted nan wooden coffin before the incense has been on the case. Qi Su's body has not had time to transport back, the coffin is empty, the entire funeral hall is not so eerie horrible.
A woman in elegant dress was sitting on a futon with her back to the hall door.
She had thin shoulders and a thin waist, and her black hair hung down like satin. Occasionally, she lowered her head to reveal her bright white neck.
"Madam, the outside is about to rain." ziyan will just hold the Brocade Cape on the woman's body, "There's a letter from your cousin's young master at the concierge. I've brought it over."
"Well... give it to me."
A soft and sobbing voice escaped from the woman's lips. She turned her head lightly. Her skin were like snow, and her lips were like cherry blossoms. Her face was extremely delicate, like a peach blossom that had just bloomed, and she was delicate and pink.
When she lifted her eyes to look at the ziyan, the ends of her almond-shaped eyes curled up slightly. They were supposed to be mesmerizing, but at this moment, she was crying until she was red and swollen. There was a hint of pity in her delicate face, and everyone will love her after watching it.
Madam, don't be too sad, master is... ziyan frowned, not knowing how to comfort her. Madam was famous for her good looks in Guangling city, but she was a widow in her prime. Who Wouldn't feel bad.
"ziyan, I am fine..." Chu Rao hung her head, in the purple smoke gently patted a few times on the hand to show no harm.
She put the letter paper into her sleeve, turned her head and got up to add another stick of incense to the incense case. Looking at the empty wooden coffin behind the case, she could not stop her tears.
How could she not feel bad.
In the past six months of their marriage, although he was frail and taciturn and disliked being close to others, at the very least, he never controlled her. Therefore, she and Qi Su were considered to be very respectful.
However, a few days ago, there was suddenly news that Qi Su had died of illness outside of the city. It was difficult to send his's body back at that time.
The first childe helped they order a coffin first, and then the funeral hall was set up.
She finally have to accepted that she was a widow and thought about when she could return to her parents' place in the future. She may lost her inheritance and she was all alone. Chu Rao was sad for Qi Su and for herself. She cried for two days at once, today is better.
But no matter what happens in the future, the dead are the most important. She will spend the next 49 days at Zisu's wake, so that he will have a better life in the next life. She was grateful to Qi Su for taking care of her for the past six months.
Inside the hall was the woman's intermittent whimpering, outside the house was the distant rumble of thunder.
Ziyan looked at the sky outside, warm voice said: "Madam, let's go back to the courtyard to have dinner first, and come back after the evening feast again."
"Uh-huh."