Report to the Marquis! The Madam went to the military camp to flirt with men again

Fu Junyan didn't quite understand what she meant. He just thought that her nightmare tonight was caused by dreaming about her deceased biological mother.

He understands best the pain of losing a loved one.

With a tenderness that he himself did not notice, he whispered to her, "It's okay, it's all over. Your mother won't blame you. How could she bear to blame you? Go to sleep."

Yes! How could my mother bear to blame her?

She loved this rebellious and unfilial daughter so much.

Lin Zhuwei forced a smile, looked him in the eye and said, "Fu Junyan, thank you."

"Yeah." He responded softly, helped her lie down, tucked in the quilt for her, watched her gradually fall asleep, then he lifted his feet and left quietly.

Perhaps it was from this night that he began to feel pity for her.

Fu Junyan walked into the room with a slight smile on his face, but did not see Lin Zhuwei as usual. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Then he looked again and found that the warm couch was tidy and even her quilt was gone.

He immediately called Wu Er in: "Where is she?"

"Master, do you mean the young lady?"

The young master was apparently very happy when he came back just now. It has only been a short time, why does he look a little strange now?

Wu Er carefully considered his words: "Young Madam said that since Master Yu and Madam Yu have gone back, she has no reason to stay here anymore, so she moved back to the west wing early in the morning."

Moved away? Are you so impatient?

Fu Junyan's face darkened for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

Humph, it’s better to move out, so as not to cry in the room and disturb him.

The young mistress has moved away, shouldn't the young master be happy? But why does the young master exude gloom?

Fu Junyan's face darkened as he handed the thing in his hand to him.

"Master, what is this?"

"Throw it away."

Wu Er was confused and didn't dare to say anything. He took it and said yes. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Fu Junyan's order: "Go to the west wing and get my green jade brush back. How can she touch my things?"

"This..." Wu Er glanced at the brush in the pen holder.

The green jade brush was indeed gone.

But didn’t the young master previously dislike the thick bristles of that brush and basically threw it away?

"What are you still standing there for? Go now!"

"Yes, Master."

Feeling that his young master was in a bad mood, Wu Ermo dared not disobey, so he picked up the food box and left.

Fu Junyan watched him turn around, then pulled out a pen from under a book. It was the green jade brush.

He held it in his hands and spun it around, looking at the warm couch with a deep gaze that revealed no emotion.

Wu Er was carrying the food box, looking down as he walked towards the west wing, and he didn't notice that Lin Zhuwei and A Bu were walking towards him.

A Bu called him first: "Manager Wu."

Wu Er raised his head, immediately smiled, and saluted: "Young Madam, Miss Abu."

"Manager Wu, what new thing did you get that makes you so happy?" Abu asked with a smile.

"It looks like some food, but the young master just asked me to take it out and throw it away." Wu Er said with some regret, "It looks really good to me, it would be a pity to throw it away, I was just thinking about how to deal with it."

Lin Zhuwei's mind moved, and he called out, "Manager Wu, can you give it to me?"

"You're too polite, Madam." Wu Er handed over the food box respectfully.

Lin Zhuwei took it and looked at it. The lunch box was exquisitely carved and had a delicate and exquisite design. It was obvious that the person who purchased it had put a lot of thought into it.

She opened the lid and saw that there were five pieces of four-color osmanthus cakes inside.

My heart ached slightly.

She picked up a piece and took a bite. It tasted astringent and bitter, not very tasty, but it made her nose sore and her eyes slightly red.

Her chest was instantly filled with all kinds of sudden emotions. Something was sprouting in the deepest part of her heart, gently teasing her and making her slightly shaken.

It's mother's taste!

She said it casually, but he took it to heart.

"This……"

Wu Er and A Bu noticed that something was wrong with her and looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do.

Lin Zhuwei calmed down and said, "Manager Wu, thank your young master for me."

Wu Er was puzzled, but he just said yes and turned back.

"Master, the young mistress asked me to thank you."

Wu Er was just wondering what the young lady meant by this, when he saw that his young master's face had completely cleared away the gloom from before, and he seemed to be slightly pleased:

"She ate sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

"Yes. I just ran into the young lady, and she asked me to go find it." Wu Er responded, and suddenly remembered something, "Master, I forgot to take the green jade brush. I'll go to the west wing now."

Fu Junyan called him: "No need. I found it."

Wu Er looked up and saw that the brush was indeed back in the pen holder: "Then Master, shall I take it to the pen shop to have it repaired for you?"

"No need, just leave it alone."

Wu Er thought, what happened to the young master today? It's weird.

The Ghost Festival is here.

Lin Zhuwei also wrote a letter in advance to inform Yu's father and mother, and discussed with them to let Yu Jibao take a leave and return to the Fu family to celebrate the Ghost Festival, so as to avoid the long journey and fatigue.

There is nothing wrong with using the metaphor of father and mother as a metaphor.

The traditional festival of the Ghost Festival has been passed down from ancient times to the present day.

This festival was not unfamiliar, but it was the first time that Lin Zhuwei truly felt the respect and enthusiasm for this festival in ancient times.

Lin Zhuwei followed the Fu family to worship their ancestors, burn paper ingots, worship the land, worship the dead souls, and release river lanterns. Each step was cumbersome and solemn, and the respect for ancestors deeply infected Lin Zhuwei.

This traditional festival is still celebrated in modern times, but with the development of the Internet, people have become addicted to the network, interactions have decreased, and family ties have faded.

Traditional festivals have also been simplified and become much more casual. So when Lin Zhuwei participated in all aspects of the ancient Zhongyuan Festival for the first time, she had to say that she was quite shocked.

After the Fu family finished releasing river lanterns, Lin Zhuwei found an excuse, took the river lanterns and left the house alone, looking for a slightly more remote river pond.

After releasing river lanterns and making a wish, we followed the direction in which the lanterns were drifting.

But I didn't expect that when I looked up again, I saw a familiar figure.

Lin Zhuwei had no intention of saying hello and wanted to turn around and leave, but the other party obviously saw her.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, she simply spoke first: "Second Master, you are here too."

Fu Lifeng smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, I didn't expect you to come out too."

The Fu family has already released river lanterns together. If there is no important person, they will never light lanterns privately again.

Lin Zhuwei was a little curious: "Who is the river lantern lit for, Master?"

It is said that the purpose of releasing river lanterns during the Ghost Festival is to allow the souls to receive the thoughts of the living, so that they can live in peace and willingly reincarnate.

If you lie to the soul, the deceased will not be able to receive your prayers and the soul's salvation will not be successful.

So Fu Lifeng didn't intend to hide it: "For my mother."

Lin Zhuwei was a little puzzled. Why should he avoid the acquaintances of the Fu family when he was releasing river lanterns for his mother?

Moreover, Fu Junyan and Fu Lifeng's parents died in the same disaster.

If we only light a river lantern now, wouldn't that be ignoring Mr. Fu?

Could it be that the rumor in the mansion that Fu Lifeng and Fu's father are not on good terms is true?

Is the contradiction so deep?

However, despite being curious, Lin Zhuwei still knew her limits and would not overstep the line to explore other people's privacy.

Fu Lifeng smiled and asked, "What about my sister-in-law? Who are you lighting the lamp for?"

Lin Zhuwei pondered his words for a moment before responding, "A friend who is both strange and familiar."

What kind of weird statement is this?

Fu Lifeng couldn't help but laugh: "Sister-in-law's words are always difficult to understand. Your friend must have done something to make you care so much about him."

"Ah."

Lin Zhuwei could only nod. She couldn't tell him that she was saving "herself"!

To be precise, this river lantern was lit for Yu Shaoruo.

She had no intention of occupying her body, and she didn't know where Yu Shaoruo's soul had gone. She hoped that she could be freed and that no one would blame her.

Watching the river lanterns slowly drifting away, Lin Zhuwei withdrew his gaze and said, "I believe your mother will be able to understand your kindness."

Fu Lifeng, on the other hand, looked somewhat dejected: "If all wishes of all living beings could come true, why is there so much suffering in life? It's just a means of self-consolation."

"Second Master, why are you so pessimistic? Don't we humans live on these thoughts?"

Lin Zhuwei said calmly: "It is said that the cause in the previous life leads to the result in the next life. It is precisely because we miss each other and don't want to let go that we have the bond in this life and can accumulate fate for meeting each other in the next life."

"Is there really an afterlife?" Fu Lifeng murmured.