A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

Zhu Xiaoqi was full of blame, but seeing Duan Rong crying like a tearful man, she forgave him instantly...

Infected by Duan Rong's crying, and thinking of Xiao Baiqiao's gentle and amiable character, she couldn't help crying for a while...

The mourning hall was suddenly drowned in crying...

Xiao Yu saw the two crying like this, Duan Rong's tears and snot mixed together, because of the difficulty in breathing, he choked a little, and his face turned pale...

Xiao Yu immediately went to the right side of the mourning hall, and knelt in the crowd on the seats, and shouted: "Xiao Ping, Xiao Yun! You two help this man to the inner room, if he keeps crying like this, he will cry and get a choke!"

Among the people kneeling on the straw mats, two young men came out immediately, and while persuading, they pulled Duan Rong away from the coffin and carried him into the inner room.

Duan Rong was carried out of the mourning hall, and Xiao Yu stroked his back and comforted Zhu Xiaoqi...

Zhu Xiaoqi finally stopped crying. Her voice was hoarse and her face was chapped. She stopped crying and saw that Duan Rong was no longer in the mourning hall. She raised her tearful eyes and asked Xiao Yu, "Where is that man?"

"I was carried in! His crying can't bring my little sister back to life. He will cry himself to death later!"

Zhu Xiaoqi blew her nose and said, "He has a conscience. The second lady is worthy of his love for him."

Xiao Yu heard the hidden meaning in Zhu Xiaoqi's words and asked, "Who is that man?"

"The apprentice escort who was recruited this year is called Duan Rong..."

Xiao Yu nodded, and a strange look flashed in her eyes. She was naturally smart. Seeing Duan Rong in shorts and running to this courtyard to cry, she had basically guessed his identity.

But Xiao Yu did not expect him to cry so sadly.

"It seems that something happened during my absence..." Xiao Yu thought in her heart.

Duan Rong was carried to the inner room and placed on a chair. He sat for a while before he felt calmer. At this time, he suddenly found an old hand handing him a towel.

Duan Rong took the towel, wiped his face, blew his nose, and looked up. The person who handed him the towel was Xiao Zongting.

Xiao Zongting seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden. His originally gray hair was almost completely white, and the spirit in his eyes also dissipated a lot...

Duan Rong wanted to comfort him, but he only said one sentence. "Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry!"

But Xiao Zongting felt the emotion in Duan Rong's words, his throat rolled, and he felt a little touched.

Duan Rong then realized that he was sitting in Xiao Baiyue's boudoir, but now the room was empty. The image of Xiao Baiyue smiling flashed through his mind...

Xiao Zongting looked at Duan Rong's face and suddenly sighed and said, "I can understand what that child is thinking. It's a pity that she has a miserable life, otherwise, it would be a good marriage for you."

Xiao Zongting later saw Xiao Baiyue's attitude towards Duan Rong and had already sensed some clues. In addition, before the child died, he wanted to see Duan Rong once, which showed his thoughts even more.

Seeing him again today, Duan Rong was crying like that in front of the mourning hall.

Xiao Zongting was really moved, fate is playing tricks on people!

Duan Rong also sighed deeply and said, "I really should have come back earlier, maybe I could have seen her again."

"You don't need to blame yourself for this! Bai Jiao has a serious disease, and human affairs are unpredictable. Who can predict it?" Xiao Zongting looked at Duan Rong and said, "You will go to burn incense later, perform your rituals, and then go. These two days, this courtyard is noisy, and the space is small, so you don't have to stay here."

"I'll help here." Duan Rong raised his head and said solemnly.

"Xiao Yu, that child, has been arranged. If you had come back yesterday, you could have helped set up the mourning hall. Now it's all women's work, and you can't help much! I'm just sitting here doing nothing. Staying in this room all the time, it's easy to think about things when you are touched by the scene..." Xiao Zongting said with a gloomy look.

Duan Rong nodded when he heard Xiao Zongting say this, stood up and said, "Mr. Xiao, I will go to the coffin to pay my respects."

"Go ahead." Xiao Zongting watched Duan Rong get up, and couldn't help sighing and wiping away the turbid tears from the corners of his eyes.

Duan Rong walked out of Xiao Baiyu's boudoir and saw many people sitting in the main room, some wearing mourning clothes, some not, and a few people gathered in the corner, chatting and eating melon seeds.

At the door of the inner room on the west side opposite, a middle-aged woman was sitting, wearing mourning clothes, and her face looked fierce. There were all kinds of things piled up behind her, and a few people surrounded her, as if they were asking for something.

Duan Rong had no time to look at it, so he left the main room and came to the mourning hall again.

Duan Rong took three incense sticks from the incense table, lit them on the candle, held them in his hand, bowed three times, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Then Duan Rong walked slowly around the coffin and paid homage to the deceased's remains!

Duan Rong looked at Xiao Baiqiao lying inside, and his heart ached again. Duan Rong turned to the end of the coffin, but suddenly found that Xiao Baiqiao also wore a silver bracelet on his ankle.

The style was the same as Zhu Xiaoqi's. However, Zhu Xiaoqi usually wore loose pants with the legs only reaching the ankles in order to work quickly, so Duan Rong had already seen it, and Xiao Baiqiao usually wore a water skirt. If she hadn't been lying in the coffin at this time, Duan Rong might not have found it.

Duan Rong was slightly puzzled. It seemed that Zhu Xiaoqi might have a close relationship with the Xiao family, otherwise why would she wear the same silver bracelet as Xiao Baiqiao.

This silver bracelet might have some origin...

Duan Rong thought so, and after paying homage to the deceased, he walked to Xiao Yu and Zhu Xiaoqi and said respectfully: "My condolences!"

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Xiao Yu and Zhu Xiaoqi squatted down and bowed, which was considered a return of courtesy.

At this time, Duan Rong raised his head and looked at Xiao Yu. Although Xiao Yu was crying, she still couldn't hide her heroic spirit. She had sword eyebrows, a beautiful nose, white teeth and a long neck. With the contrast of a mourning dress, she was even more seductive...

In the 200G hard drive of Duan Rong's previous life, there was a document called the Widow Series. But at this time, Duan Rong was full of grief and had no other thoughts...

Xiao Yu also looked at Duan Rong at this time, and saw that his face was dark and there was still a trace of sadness on his face. He couldn't help but have some good feelings for Duan Rong. After all, his younger sister was dead, and there were still people who missed her so much and cried so sadly. It can be seen that the person in front of him is a sentimental person.

Duan Rong bowed in front of the spirit and said goodbye and left. He left the yard.

Duan Rong walked back to the dormitory slowly, full of sorrow.

He sat on the bed in the dormitory, dazed for a while, and suddenly stood up and opened the cabinet by the wall. On the top layer of the cabinet, on top of the folded escort uniforms, there was a sachet.

Duan Rong took the sachet, touched the peach blossoms embroidered on it, and sniffed the refreshing fragrance. In a trance, the shadow of Xiao Baiyu stood in front of him, smiling at him...

Duan Rong was depressed, so he put the sachet back into the cabinet, left the dormitory, and wanted to walk outside on the street to relax.

Duan Rong walked to the gate of Yuanshun Escort Agency, and suddenly saw that the gate of Yuanshun Escort Agency was crowded with people, noisy, Duan Rong immediately took a few quick steps, stood behind a group of escorts, and stretched his neck to look out.

I saw Luan Jingfu and Luan Bao, father and son, standing in the middle of the gate. Behind them, there were several escorts standing, blocking the door.

Luan Jingfu stood at the front with his mace, and Luan Bao was behind him!

Outside the door opposite Luan Jingfu, there was also a group of people standing, surrounded by a black mass, at least fifteen or sixteen people.

These people were all wearing the black clothes of the yamen, and they were all the constables of Xiangu County Yamen!

The leader of these constables was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life and sparse hair. Although he was middle-aged, his temples were slightly gray, and his figure was neither fat nor thin. Although he always had a smile on his face, everyone in the yamen knew his methods of interrogating prisoners. To say that he was a smiling tiger was an understatement, he was simply a smiling devil.

This was the head of the constable in charge of Xiangu County, the criminal justice department of the county - Jie Daohan.