illegitimate child

As the twelfth lunar month is about to enter the New Year's Eve, there is a rule in the court that from the beginning of Laba, no funerals are allowed, let alone funerals, for fear of colliding with the blessings of the coming year.If someone dies after Laba, no matter what family they are in, they have to wait until after the fifth day of the lunar new year before they can mourn.

Therefore, the Luo Mansion simply put two wreaths in front of the gate, and did not make any big arrangements, it was very deserted.Luo Jinnian stumbled all the way in and ran in. After seeing the white flowers in the hair of the passing maids and servants, the ground seemed to have a suction force sticking to him, and it was getting slower and slower.

He casually grabbed a girl who was carrying a wooden tray, and asked cautiously, "Where is Second Aunt? Are you going to have breakfast?"

The little girl shivered for no reason, and looked at the young master who hadn't seen her for more than ten days and raised her finger in the direction, "Second madam..."

Luo Jinnian let go of him, and drifted there like a wandering soul. He actually knew it already, he already knew it, but he just didn't want to admit it.He can only see it with his own eyes, seeing his second aunt lying in the cold coffin like paper, and he will admit that he can no longer speak or laugh.

Mrs. Tian ordered people to simply repair and decorate a large mansion in the east that had been put aside for a long time and turn it into a mourning hall. Because the old lady couldn't let go, she and Mrs. Bai stayed by the old lady's bed all the time.It was Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Ji who were guarding the mourning hall, so she could only burn a few pieces of paper money at night.

When Luo Jinnian arrived, Mrs. Wang had already returned to the hospital to rest because she hadn't slept all night, and only Mrs. Ji and a few servants were left guarding the mourning hall.

"Duh..." Mrs. Ji knelt on the futon, with a bronze-bottomed ever-burning lamp in front of her, chanting the mantra of passing away.

"Huh!" The door of the mourning hall was pushed open from the outside, and the cold wind rushed in unexpectedly, as if the undead from the underworld were lingering on the side, unwilling to leave with grievances in their hearts, Ji shivered, stopped chanting and looked back go.

I saw a person standing in a trance of light and shadow, the wind lamp hanging under the eaves was too dazzling, and his face was blurred by the strong light.

"Who..." Ji Shi suddenly stopped, and supported the shoulder of the servant girl beside him to stand up, "When did you come back, Nian'er?"

"Auntie, for whom are you chanting, whose mourning hall is this, and who is lying there?" Luo Jinnian stared straight at the inner and outer coffins in the hall, the coffins were not sealed yet, half of his pale chin could be seen from his distance .

He was a little happy to recognize it, it wasn't the second aunt, the second aunt was not so white.

Most of Ji's strength was leaned against the servant girl, tremblingly said: "It's the fourth sibling." After saying this, all the blood in her body was drained and she fell down on the futon.

"How did you die?" Luo Jinnian's mind went blank for a moment, without any thoughts.Even the expected sadness disappeared, his soul floated out of the body, he watched the body and his aunt ask and answer with cold eyes,

"Having a sudden illness, it suddenly disappears. Years of life and death determine wealth and wealth. The dead have passed away, and the living must take care of their health."

"What disease did you suffer from? Even Fifth Aunt can't help it?"

"Unheard of disease."

Luo Jinnian walked forward uncontrollably, and walked to the coffin step by step, staring blankly at the person lying in the coffin, she was wearing a water-blue plain suit.The face is covered with lead powder, which is the same color as the mattress under the body.There was Zhenghong lipstick on her lips, and this blush did not add any vitality to her, on the contrary it called death.

This is a dead man, rotting in body and dead in spirit.

Luo Jinnian put his fingertips on the edge of the coffin, it was very cold.

A person's life is very heavy, and it lasts for decades, carrying countless memories and bonds with people.

It is also very light, so light that a thin coffin can fit in a small box.

In the past nineteen years, he has never endured a single day of suffering, nor has he suffered a single day of crime, and he has everything he wants within his reach.I have never tried life and separation, and I have never seen death or separation.

When he was five years old, his wet nurse felt homesick and wanted to take care of his two children, so she asked his mother to resign. Although the wet nurse sold him a death contract, the mother took pity on the wet nurse who took care of him for many years, and not only returned the contract of sale to the wet nurse, but also rewarded two Hanging copper plate.

And because he was reluctant to part with the wet nurse, he kept crying day and night. His mother felt sorry for him, so she brought the wet nurse and her pair of children into the mansion.

The daughter of the twins got married a few years ago, while the son, Pengju, stayed at the mansion as his school boy.

Why?No one can leave as long as he wants.

He often pretended to be free and easy, and he was proud of himself when he met someone who mourned the death of his parents and relatives, and despised them as ordinary people who could not understand life and death.

Today, it can be solved, like a person drinking water, knowing the true meaning of whether it is warm or cold.

In the 23rd year of Changtong, the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month.

My aunt is mourning, and I get drunk before I drink, and I wake up in three days.

"Boom!"

Lin Ping opened the window and looked at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky. The servant woman came in with water. From the corner of her eye, she saw the window was open and she was in a hurry. She put the copper basin on the small sill, walked to the window and raised her hand to get the wooden edge supporting the window sash. son.

"My lady, it's going to rain, so let's close this window earlier."

Lin Ping held down the maid's hand, turned his head to comfort him and said, "It's just thunder, so there's no need to panic."

"Miss, are you really not listening to that nobleman anymore? I'm really afraid..." The servant woman was Lin Ping who followed her when she was still a maid, and knew that Lin Ping had always been in contact with a mysterious nobleman.

At the beginning of last year, the unscrupulous madam wanted to hold an auction to sell Lin Ping's innocence, which she had kept for nearly 15 years.

What patrons like to see is always the [-]th or [-]th-year-old maid. In other words, Lin Ping can no longer be a courtier, but only a prostitute.

Just when she was about to bite her tongue and kill herself, a nobleman bought her and asked her to continue to be a maid.

Half a year later, the nobleman asked her to do one thing, get close to Fu Qiuchi, the only son of Prime Minister Fu. The nobleman would create an opportunity for her to get close and tell her Fu Qiuchi's hobbies, and what she had to do was to make Fu Qiuchi fall in love with her.

Since she met Fu Qiuchi, the nobleman has never contacted her again. Although she was puzzled why the nobleman would let her do such a thing, she did not dare to resist.

With her low life like an ant, no matter who the noble person is, she can easily crush her to death.

After another half a year, she had a deep affection for Fu Qiuchi, and thought about telling him about the nobleman, but one was that she didn't want her lover to know that her purpose of approaching him was impure, and the other was that the nobleman showed no malice towards Fu Qiuchi. To cover it up, she was also afraid of hurting him.

More than ten days ago, the nobleman who had disappeared for a year suddenly appeared and ordered her to kill herself immediately.Hearing the news, she was in panic all day long, and wanted to ask Fu Qiuchi for help, but Fu Qiuchi didn't know what he was planning, and he couldn't find anyone.

On the night of the third day, someone knocked on the door suddenly, she thought it was the nobleman who saw that she disobeyed the order and specially sent someone to take her life.Fortunately, it was a false alarm, and now she hid here with Young Master Luo, and she believed that even the nobles would not be able to find her.

Freed.

Lin Ping let out a turbid breath slowly, showing a sincere smile for the first time these days, "Don't be afraid, we are free."

The servant woman also breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't know what the mysterious man ordered Lin Ping to do, it was just a trivial matter.

After a while, the servant girl said happily: "My lady, when Young Master Fu marries you in, we won't have to look at people's faces anymore." Her eyes were filled with longing.