On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Old Master Wu closed the door with his backhand, and the two yamen runners were blocked outside.

He walked back to the corpse and looked at the candle carefully, his expression tense and serious.

Yan Ruyu was about to leave, but when she saw his expression, she stopped for a moment.

Old Master Wu sat back in his original seat, staring intently at Boss Wu's corpse.

The candle burned, with an occasional "pop" sound, but he didn't even look at it. His eyes were fixed on Boss Wu's corpse, as if he was in a trance.

For nearly a quarter of an hour he remained motionless.

Yan Ruyu's eyes felt sore from watching so much, and there was no point in watching any further, so she left with Huo Changhe.

After returning to her residence, Yan Ruyu recorded everything she had discovered tonight.

The room was brightly lit, and Huo Changhe was afraid that she would hurt her eyes, so he lit two candles for her in front of the desk.

Putting down the pen, Huo Changhe asked, "Have you finished writing?"

Yan Ruyu looked at the candle and said, "I've finished writing. Your Majesty, do you think that our candles are different from those of the Wu family?"

Huo Changhe glanced at the candle and said, "Yes, there are many kinds of candles. Some are smokeless and odorless, and burn for a long time, which are high-quality. Some have smoke, but they are not pungent and can also be used. Some have a pungent smell and are of medium and low quality. Most ordinary people use this kind of candles."

"It's not so bad in the city, but the people in the countryside don't use this the most."

Yan Ruyu understood: "They use oil lamps."

Huo Changhe sighed softly: "Yes, poor people can't even afford candles, and they can't bear to use more oil lamps, so every night, especially in winter, they go to bed early."

Yan Ruyu retracted her thoughts: "Then Your Majesty, what kind of candles do you think the Wu family uses?"

Huo Changhe recalled the scene at that time: "Judging from the smoke and smell, it should be low-grade, but..."

"But," Yan Ruyu took over, "the Wu family shouldn't use this."

"really."

Yan Ruyu rubbed her eyes, still feeling a little uncomfortable from the smoke.

Huo Changhe hurriedly said, "Go wash up with clean water, go to bed early, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Yan Ruyu went to the bathroom, took out the spring water given by the abbot from the space, put it in the basin to wash her eyes, and felt refreshed and comfortable.

She was a little depressed, wondering if her eyes were a little more sensitive because of the new form, and couldn't stand the slightest bit of smoke, otherwise why was Huo Changhe fine? She just wanted to cry.

After taking a shower, I feel much more comfortable. I think I will be completely healed if I sleep for another night.

Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep for a while. The scene of Old Master Wu sitting next to the corpse of Boss Wu kept appearing in front of my eyes.

"Your Majesty, do you think that Old Master Wu is a little...strange?"

Huo Changhe held her hand and said softly, "Hmm? What do you mean?"

"First of all, there was no mourning hall. His family's situation was special, so it was understandable. But the body was not placed in the courtyard where the deceased originally lived, nor in his parents' courtyard, but in the study."

"Besides, there are so many candles around. Is this some kind of custom in the northwest?"

Huo Changhe said: "No, there is no such custom in the northwest. Although the customs vary from place to place, we are all Han Chinese, so the difference will not be too big, unless it is like some remote mountain villages that rarely interact with the outside world, or foreign tribes, there will be very different customs."

"Then Your Majesty, have you seen people from other places have this custom?"

Huo Changhe thought for a moment and said, "Those who gather around the torches know, but those who gather around the candles don't. Those who gather around the torches are from the tribes outside the Great Wall. After they gather around, their wizards will chant spells and spray talisman water, similar to our monks' salvation. After the ceremony is over, they will cremate the body."

Yan Ruyu pondered and said, "Cremation? This is quite advanced."

"Ahead?" Huo Changhe was puzzled.

"It's just... not being bound by traditional customs, not having to follow the rules. For example, most people are buried now, but maybe many years later, cremation will be used on a large scale."

Huo Changhe was surprised: "How could this happen? We all say that a body should be buried in peace, how can it be turned into a handful of ashes?"

Yan Ruyu: “…” The topic has gone off track.

She brought the subject back to the topic: "It seems that Old Master Wu doesn't want to cremate his son."

"It shouldn't be," Huo Changhe thought of a possibility. "What do you think? Could it be that the Wu family's eldest wife was mistreated when she was alive, and he, as a father, did nothing wrong? Now that they are dead, he feels guilty and uncomfortable?"

Yan Ruyu frowned: "It is possible, and it makes sense, but do you see sadness, sorrow, and guilt on his face?"

Huo Changhe thought carefully and said, "No, he was stunned and staring straight ahead, but there was no sadness in his eyes. Instead, it was..."

Yan Ruyu said slowly: "Nervous and looking forward to it."

As soon as the word "expectation" came out, both of them felt their hair stand on end and looked at each other.

At that time, they all felt a little weird, but they had no idea what was weird. Now that Yan Ruyu's words have pointed it out, they all immediately felt that this was indeed the feeling.

What was he expecting?

"Also, there were so many corpses. He was sad and cried, but he didn't take them back. He didn't even ask for it. But when he learned that Boss Wu was dead, he insisted on taking the corpses back."

"Indeed, he has the power to bring it back, but it always feels different from how he treats other people's corpses."

Huo Changhe said: "How about this, tomorrow morning..."

He muttered a few words softly, and Yan Ruyu nodded repeatedly as she listened.

"Okay, this is a great idea."

Huo Changhe covered her eyes with his warm palms: "Okay, now, go to sleep and don't think about it anymore."

Yan Ruyu suppressed her laughter and said, "Okay, go to sleep."

Huo Changhe held her hand and said, "Let's sleep together. I want to go into the space to check if you are asleep."

Yan Ruyu: “…Okay.”

……

In the study of Wu Mansion.

The candle burned brightly and the smoke grew thicker, enveloping Boss Wu's body.

Old Master Wu pursed his lips and stared without blinking.

Suddenly, he stood up, his face looked like a madman, and he laughed a few times with his throat suppressed.

Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly felt a pain at the back of his neck, his vision went black, and he fainted on the ground.

Jin Ting put the half-eaten red fruit in his arms, looked at Boss Wu's body, and flew out again.

At night, Feng Shao and Zhao Yan were on duty. They were in a carriage in the corner of the back door.

It was warm in the car, and there was refreshing tea. I looked out the window and did not miss anything.

Just as he was watching, Jin Ting came, grabbed Zhao Yan by the back of his neck and dragged him out.

Zhao Yan had just arrived at the palace. Jin Ting was usually elusive and he had only seen him twice in total. Now that he was dragged by Jin Ting, he was scared half to death.

Feng Shao is relatively familiar with Jin Ding because he often hears Yin Ding say that, compared with Jin Ding, Bei Bei has repeatedly reminded him that Brother Tuotuo is very capable, has a good temper and likes to joke, but Jin Ding is different. Jin Ding is very capable, has a bad temper and doesn't like to talk.

Now when he saw the golden horn, Feng Shao was frightened for a moment, then quickly came back to his senses.

"Brother Jin...Brother Jin, let's talk it over. How did he offend you?"

Jin Ting didn't look at him, but stared at Zhao Yan and said, "Look at the things."

Zhao Yan: “???” What are you looking at?

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