The rivers and lakes are full of vests

Fu Peibai slept very well that night, perhaps because he finally sorted out the mess in his heart, and his energy and spirit improved a lot.

Today is Ni Zhi's mother's funeral, she changed into plain clothes and knocked on the door of Shi Qi's room.

After the door was opened, Shi Qi was also wearing a light white long gown, without makeup, delicate and elegant, and the little girl beside her was also wearing clean and white clothes. Although her face was still very thin, her facial features were delicate and lovely.

Xu Shi had just woken up, and the little person was still a little confused. She rubbed her eyes, and after seeing the person clearly, she muttered and stretched out her hand, "Brother hug."

A smile broke out on Fu Peibai's face, she knelt down and picked Ni Zhi skillfully, "Zhi'er, do you want to see your mother?"

Ni Zhi immediately woke up, and hurriedly replied: "I want to!"

Fu Peibai patted her head, "Then let's go to breakfast with my brother first, and we will go down the mountain after eating."

"it is good!"

After Ni Zhi finished speaking, she thought of something, turned her head to look at Shiqi, "Aren't sister Shiqi with us?"

"Of course you're with us, let's go, Miss Seventeen."

Shi Qi smiled slightly and walked to Fu Peibai's side. The three of them ran into Lu Qingwan head-on after a few steps.

Lu Qingwan glanced at their plain clothes, and she knew what she was wearing, so she didn't ask any more questions.

But when she saw the seventeenth queen who was not covered with a veil, she immediately frowned.

In fact, on the night when the assassins attacked, Shi Qi didn't wear a veil, but the scene was chaotic and she was in a coma in the night, so she didn't pay attention. This was the first time she saw Qi Qi's real face.

Lu Qingwan's gaze was too sharp, as if she wanted to stare at someone, Fu Peibai quietly moved two steps in front of Shiqi, and said, "Second Miss, do you want to have breakfast together?"

Lu Qingwan ignored her at all, pushed her away, walked up to Shiqi, and asked in a bad tone: "Who are you?"

Fu Peibai had a bad heart, and tugged at Lu Qingwan's sleeve, "Second Miss, Miss Seventeen is just somewhat similar to the Peak Master, and has nothing to do with Tianji Sect, so don't worry."

Lu Qingwan pondered for a while, took two steps back, and snorted coldly: "No wonder you care about everything about her, it turns out it's because you look a bit like my sister."

Fu Peibai was a little embarrassed, he didn't dare to look at Shiqi, he glanced around randomly, "Let's go, let's go, let's call Miss Shangsang and go have breakfast together."

"Hmph, wearing white clothes is nothing more than an imitation, not half as charming as my elder sister, Apei, don't you think so?"

Fu Peibai froze, feeling very embarrassed, he didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile dryly: "Everyone has their own style, each has its own style."

"What do you mean by their own style! Which one is better and which one is worse? There is always a difference. You have to make it clear today, otherwise I will tell my sister after you go back to the mountain that you have been entangled with a woman after you go down the mountain."

Fu Peibai suddenly became anxious, "Second Miss! You can't talk nonsense, Seventeenth Miss and I are innocent, there is no entanglement."

"Then tell me, is my elder sister prettier or prettier than her?"

Fu Peibai lowered his head slightly, and squeezed out an inaudible "um" from his throat.

After hearing this, Lu Qingwan seemed to be victorious, and raised her chin arrogantly, with a haughty look on her face, "Let me tell you, my elder sister's appearance is far less than one ten-thousandth of yours, even if you are somewhat similar, it is just a glance. It's all just a glance, Ah Pei treats you well because of these vague looks, don't take yourself too seriously."

Shi Qi's face was flat, she didn't seem to be angry about it, she just said quietly: "The little girl looks like a layman, so she has self-knowledge."

Fu Peibai was really afraid of what Lu Qingwan would say again, so he said first, "Second Miss, if you don't come to breakfast with us, we'll leave first, Seventeenth Miss, let's go." After finishing speaking, she opened her long legs and walked towards the restaurant. Tang walked, and Shi Qi followed immediately.

Lu Qingwan folded her arms and stared at the backs of the two big ones and one small one, always feeling uncomfortable in her heart, but there was an annoying person who suddenly came up and said lightly: "They really look like a family of three."

Lu Qingwan gave Sang Yunshi a hard look, turned around and went back to the room, and slammed the door with a loud bang.

Fu Peibai, who was walking on the road, was still immersed in a rather embarrassing mood. She was hesitating whether she should apologize to Shi Qi, when Ni Zhi's soft and waxy voice came from her ear.

"Brother, is there really someone who looks better than Sister Seventeen?"

Fu Peibai stopped in his tracks, hesitating how to answer, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Shiqi smiling and rolling his eyes.

"Little Zhi'er is good. There are countless beauties in the world. Naturally, there are those who are more beautiful than my sister. Brother Fu's sweetheart is more beautiful than my sister. Didn't he just say that?"

Ni Zhi pursed her lips, "But, sister and brother are the best match."

The little girl speaks without restraint, the speaker has no intention, but the listener inevitably intends it, Fu Peibai was so embarrassed that her hands and feet froze, she was about to speak, when Seventeen said first: "Zhi'er, don't say that again in the future, Fu Peibai Brother already has a sweetheart, sister and brother are just ordinary friends."

Fu Peibai heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "Zhi'er, whether you are a good match or not can't be judged by appearance. Between two people, the most important thing is to communicate with each other and to be happy with each other. When you grow up, you will understand."

How could the little girl who was just five years old understand this? She lay on Fu Peibai's shoulder and said nothing.

The embarrassment in Fu Peibai's heart faded a bit, she hugged Ni Zhi tightly and said, "Let's go, Miss Seventeen."

Afterwards, the three of them went down the mountain after breakfast. When they arrived at Yizhuang, the guard who had received Fu Peibai's considerable silver taels had already prepared everything.

A funeral procession dressed in mourning uniforms and white clothes, all holding white flags and ready to go.

In the middle of the line are eight strong men carrying the coffin, and at the end of the line are those playing funeral music with horns and erhu. On both sides of the line are a few middle-aged women in white clothes and white headscarves, some of whom are holding wax paper Paper ingots and other sacrificial supplies, and the rest swayed light yellow ghost coins to the sky.

The Mingbi paper money flying all over the sky fell freely, and some pieces fell on Fu Peibai's head. Ni Zhi stretched out her small hand to take it off for her, holding it in her hand and asked curiously: "What is this? Brother."

Fu Peibai's eyes were heavy, she didn't answer, she went straight to the guard of Yizhuang and asked, "Is the hour up?"

The guard made a lot of money out of it, bowed his head and smiled angrily, "Today is the day of amnesty, everything is suitable, it is a good day for the funeral, and we can start at the second quarter of the day."

Fu Peibai glanced at him coldly, and then the guard realized that the smile on his face was not suitable for the occasion, so he restrained his smile and stood aside in an orderly manner.

"Brother, is Auntie in that long box?" Ni Zhi timidly pointed to the reddish-brown nanmu coffin in the queue.

Fu Peibai nodded with difficulty, she didn't want to lie to Ni Zhi, this is something the little girl has to face and accept sooner or later.

In an instant, Ni Zhi's voice turned into tears, "Is Auntie dead?"

"Zhi'er, your mother just left this world, but she will live in your heart forever, and you will remember her forever, right?"

"Yes, I, I will always remember Auntie, I will never forget her, I...I..." The rest of the words were buried in howling.

Accompanied by the little girl's grief-stricken cries, the auspicious time has come. The guard man waved his hands, and the mournful mournful music played immediately. The woman who swayed the paper money worked harder. The coin floated in the air, and then fell lightly to the ground.

The funeral procession left the Yizhuang in a mighty way, and marched towards a selected cemetery outside the city. The three or two people on the road thought that someone from a big family in the city had passed away and held such a grand funeral, but there were only a few of them. Most people knew that the woman lying in the expensive coffin was just a humble refugee in the refugee alley.

For Fu Peibai, what lies there is only a mother who loves her child deeply.

The continuous desolate mourning music in his ears made people feel more and more heavy, Fu Peibai stopped, turned sideways and said to Shi Qi: "Hold Zhi'er for me for a while."

After Seventeen nodded and took Ni Zhi, he saw Fu Peibai striding towards the coffin, and after a few words with the man carrying the coffin, the man withdrew from the coffin-carrying team, and Fu Peibai took his place, helping the coffin himself.

Supporting the coffin should have been done by the relatives of the deceased, but Ni Zhi was too young to complete it. Fu Peibai was considered to be Ni Zhi's replacement, but she was not related to the deceased, so she presumptuously helped the coffin by herself. Bad luck.

But it was obvious that Fu Peibai didn't care about this at all, she held the coffin firmly in her hands, and with a straight body, she sent Ni Zhi to her mother for the last time.

The funeral procession arrived at the cemetery where they were buried a quarter of an hour later.

Although the guard was a man who filled his pockets and sought personal gain, he still managed the entire funeral properly according to Fu Peibai's request.

The cemetery was also well chosen. It was far away from the road and had a wide view. It was considered a clean place. The tombstone was already firmly planted in the soil. Behind the monument was a deep pit two feet deep, enough to bury the coffin.

Fu Peibai hugged Ni Zhi again, and silently watched the crowd busy with the last ceremony before the burial.

After everything was ready, the eight strong men slowly lowered the rope that was holding the coffin down as the word "put" was heard loudly by the guard man.

The mourning music was played again, the suona and erhu came and went, the sky was full of ghost coins, and handfuls of loess were splashed on the coffin, gradually burying most of the coffin.

Under Fu Peibai's gaze, the last mahogany coffin was completely buried under the loess.

Ni Zhi couldn't help crying anymore, she hugged Fu Peibai's neck tightly, and strangled Fu Peibai until the veins on his neck were looming.

But Fu Peibai didn't pull Ni Zhi away, but let the little girl hug him like this.

She can understand Ni Zhi's current mood better than anyone else, she has no way to comfort Ni Zhi, she knows how powerless those comforting words are in the face of life and death, all she can give is such a hug.