The daily life of the doting wife of the master slaughter

Funeral

There is not a single maid from the courtyard in this room, and the four or five standing there are all Liang Jin's people.

He walked over to He Xuwen, knelt down in front of him and held his hand: "It's okay, I'll take care of it."

He Youwen came back to his senses and said softly amidst sobbing: "Go back to Aunt Zhao, she doesn't care, she said that the big day is bad luck, let's talk about it tomorrow, your third brother also means the same."

"I expected it," Liang Jin observed his pale face carefully, and clenched those cold hands a little more: "I'll do it, don't worry."

He Needed to stop talking, he remembered that when he first entered the room, Kong Cuizhi's body was still hanging on the beam, his hair was hanging down long, there was an overturned round stool by his feet, and the heart-piercing body of a baby was in the cradle in the corner. Crying, but no one in the room.

He was the one who carried her down and put her on the bed. It was only three or four days since the last time they met. That day he brought the boiled bird's nest himself. Kong Cuizhi still had the strength to talk to him for a while, saying that she felt I'm getting more and more energetic, it should be getting better soon...

Right now, she has turned into a cold corpse, why bother to ask, every time he glanced at her, he felt his heart being pulled tightly by someone, he didn't dare to look at her, he lowered his head deeply, lifelessly, and didn't dare to look up again. stand up.

Liang Jin's heart was also tightened with him. He stood up, squeezed and sat down on the wide chair, put his arms around his shoulders, and said in a low voice: "Cry if you want to cry, it will make you feel better when you cry. You see everyone is crying, nothing to be ashamed of."

"A few days ago, I brought her something, and she said that she would go out for a walk when it was warm." He Youwen put his head on his shoulder, and spoke slowly: "The thing I gave her last time, she liked it very much. Don't let me give it away anymore, saying that it will fall into Aunt Zhao's hands, complained for a while, and then secretly scolded me for a long time..."

"She also ordered a dress with Mu Bai, and Mu Bai rushed to make it for her for half a month, and asked me if I still had the same hairpin as the one I gave to Mu Bai, it was my mother's thing, just that I can't do anything about one thing, and I'm going to give her another one..."

He was talking to himself, and in his soft voice, Liang Mubai and a few servant girls cried more fiercely, the voice was like waves rising and falling, the crying was a sacrifice and unwillingness, and it was even more a grievance for Kong Cuizhi.

And his silent tears were mixed with the noisy cries, flowing quietly into his heart, only Liang Jin heard it.

He heard his sadness and reluctance, just like his suffering in obscurity before.

In front of this unkempt corpse, Liang Jin was thinking, if he didn't have himself, why would he just die here in silence like this, and everyone would be unwilling to collect him for him because they thought he was unlucky.

He couldn't feel too much pity for such a mountain girl, but why did he learn to empathize for the first time.

After a while, He Needed to bury his face in his shoulder socket, his neck was wet with fine tears, and he exerted a little more force to hug him even tighter.

There was noisy movement outside, Liang Jin could not move rashly, only to see Dongcheng come into the room to report: "Young master, the third young master is drunk, I have already found someone to fight back."

He Needed to raise his head, wiped away his tears, and turned his head to look out the window.Liang Jin understood what he meant, and he followed Dong Cheng out. In the light of lanterns and candles, a few maids wanted to help Liang Yuan back to the room.

"Put him here." Liang Jin stood in front of him, seeing his limp limbs dangling, obviously drunk: "Go get a bucket of cold water and splash him awake."

The maids in the yard hesitated and didn't know whether to move or not. Dong Cheng's eyes were sharp, and he poured cold water on Liang Yuan's head without mercy. Look at the big brother with an ugly face.

He hastened to say hello: "Brother, why are you here?"

"I can't come?" Liang Jin stretched out his feet and swept him to the ground: "Your wife passed away, do you know?"

"...I know," Liang Yuan murmured with his head down, "I was thinking that I would come back after Second Brother finished his work, but I got caught on the table again. I'm late."

Liang Jin kept his composure and kicked him on the shoulder: "You have the face to say it? Your wife passed away, and you only care about eating and drinking? Where does the reason come from? My Liang family's tutor is like this? Where's your mother?"

"Mother...Auntie, I haven't seen..."

Dong Cheng posted over and whispered in Liang Jin's ear: "Just now I went back to the eldest lady and the master. The master said that there are many guests and it is not easy to publicize the big day. He sent someone to call Aunt Zhao. She should be here soon."

Liang Jin waited patiently for a while, and sure enough, Aunt Zhao came with her maid. When she entered the courtyard, her face was still full of joy, and she was still smiling. When she suddenly saw Liang Jin with a slumped face, she was at a loss for a while: "Why are you still working, young master?" Are you here? Go and do your work, I'll just come over here." She squinted at Liang Yuan who was kneeling on the ground, and deliberately pulled her: "What are you still kneeling here for? Come in and have a look!"

"Don't move, you go in and put in the coffin, and he is kneeling here, watching for his wife." Liang Jin stopped lightly, stared at Liang Yuan and said: "If you dare to bend it, I will peel your skin." Said After that, he went back into the house.

These words fell into He Need to ask every word. Liang Jin's reprimand and the punishment he gave were not enough compared to a single life.But he also knew that Liang Jin could only go so far.

He was very disappointed, not with Liang Jin, but with the winks and hearts of these forces.

However, he could only just sit and watch Aunt Zhao cover her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and call out to the servant girl: "Hurry up, pack up and carry the prepared coffin, and then carry it out, it's so bad luck here!"

Liang Jin couldn't see the busy work of the maids coming in and out under her call, so he stepped forward and folded He Wuwen's shoulders, and helped him go out: "I have to change her into clean clothes, let's go out first."

When the banquet was over at Haishi, Mrs. Li sent away the last group of female relatives, and immediately brought people here. The joy outside could not be overwhelmed, so they just dismantled the red and hung white in this courtyard, and the mourning hall was set in a deserted small hall. It was not parked until midnight.

Only Liang Yuan and two servant girls stood guard. The three of them knelt in front of the coffin, pretending to burn a few stacks of papers. After Mrs. Li took the people away, they could still kneel.

One of the maids, named Yan Hong, was the one that Liang Yuan bought a few days ago, he was not fresh yet, he was still in high spirits, and when there was no one around, he pressed her down and kissed her.

Yan Hongxia put on a face, and pretended to push him: "Master, this is impossible, the young lady is watching from the sky."

"Let her watch!" Liang Yuan became angry when the plague god was mentioned: "I'm still afraid of her? If it wasn't for her, I would have married a well-matched young lady like my second brother!"

"He just died on his front foot, and your back foot is like this. You really have no conscience." Yan Hong stretched out her soft index finger, and tapped him lightly on his forehead, seemingly accusing, but actually flirting.

Sure enough, Liang Yuan was aroused by her finger, and rushed over with a lewd/smiling smile, put his arms around his slender waist, and climbed up to the chest with the other hand to pinch: "Little fairy, I have a conscience in my stomach, so I told you to do it like this." Lang, I would like to ask where your conscience is..."

The two of them entangled each other, so unprincipled that another servant girl, Yu'er, saw her, she was angry, and her mouth was sour: "Oh, you two don't talk about anyone, you are both heartless! Bah! Don't let me go on weekdays!" It's all in the eyes, now even the soul of the young lady is not in the eyes?"

The two were still hugging each other and eating. After hearing this, Yan Hong snorted first, and put her two arms on Liang Yuan's shoulders as if she had no bones, and looked over: "Sister Yu'er has the most conscience, so you can help me." Let me guard this spirit, how about telling me and the young master to go back and rest?"

"Bah! Little Lang Hoof! I didn't tell you to stay here, do you have the ability to go back by yourself?"

Liang Yuan pretended to fight in the middle: "Okay, okay, why are we arguing?" He pulled out and hugged Yu'er again: "Look, you're jealous when I'm with her? Don't be angry, I hurt too you!"

Yu'er was complacent, and became more and more coquettish: "Fuck you! I won't mess with you. No matter how deep the relationship is, the newcomer can't beat the old one. Don't let me hang myself on the beam tomorrow... "

"Don't be mad at me!" Liang Yuan pretended to be angry, and seeing her calm down, he hugged the two of them together in his arms: "Hey, that's right, my young master is in a bad mood today, don't talk about coaxing me, What's the point of asking me to coax you?"

He hugged left and right, kissed here, pecked there, the three people's giggling and obscene voices resounded throughout the mourning hall, and in front of a coffin painted with black sandalwood and red, it was like a weird erotic picture.

In the other yard, there was someone more responsible than him, who stuck around and refused to fall asleep.

Liang Jin personally brought a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus soup, held it in front of He Youwen, and comforted him in a low voice: "Eat a little, after all this night, you should be hungry."

He Youwen's face was pale, his eyes were a little empty, and he gently pushed over with his hand: "I'm not hungry."

"Eat something even if you're not hungry. I specially ordered someone to make it." Liang Jin squeezed a spoon and fed it to his mouth.

Glancing at the hand he handed over, He Youwen had no choice but to open his mouth. After taking two bites, he stopped eating, and put his half of his body close to his arms: "Although she hasn't read any books, she understands the truth, just like Mu Bai. , has always regarded me as an older brother, you can ask me for anything you want, and you don’t beat around the bush at all, I also treat her like a younger sister, I want to give her and Mubai all the good things..."

"I know."

Why did he want to say too much, but he didn't have a clue. For a long time, he buried himself in Liang Jin's arms and said, "She just died like this..."

She died like this, like a small stone falling into a deep well, not even a drop of water gradually came up, only half a ripple.Soon, when the day comes, even a little bit of white in the bright red will disappear, and the whole mansion, like that old well, will return to tranquility again.

He was not reconciled to her, and within his composure, it was a lingering anger that was hard to get rid of.