Beat Generation

Wen Xi was only a few minutes late, and something happened in the side house.

She was walking this way with Wu Ma and the others, when she heard cries coming from the ocean like a tsunami, mixed with cries of pain and cries for help.

Wen Xi and Wen Li ran over——

Dengying panicked, all those maids who were very favored by Rong Lanzhi's side on weekdays were all kicked out, five or six of them were carried out by other maids, some were bleeding from the corners of their mouths, some were covering their bloody holes, It was obvious that they had suffered gunshot wounds, not to mention some were coughing up blood, with shoe prints all over their chests and stomachs, most likely kicked by the furious Rong Lanzhi.

After all, Wen Li was young. Seeing this scene, she was immediately frightened and stood under the lamp.

"Mother Wu, quickly take them to the front yard and ask the doctor to come to the house quickly. No one is allowed to die!" Wen Xi said.

Wu Ma nodded, ordered the male servants to carry them, and stopped the crying maids, "Why are you crying, why don't you all roll over to help! Do you want to see these sisters die?"

Seeing that all the maids were already panicking, Mama Wu had no choice but to grab one of the maids by the ear, "Come here, what's going on here! Come here!"

Wen Xi saw that the front door was half-closed, so she walked quickly. As soon as she reached the door, she saw Rong Lanzhi standing there with a blank face... All the lights in the side house were extinguished, only the dim light coming in from the garden Hitting Rong Lanzhi's... gloomy and grief-stricken face, a white veil was already draped over her shoulders.

Wen Xi pulled the door, Rong Lanzhi raised her hand and pressed the doorknob to prevent her from coming in.

"mom……"

Rong Lanzhi didn't answer, she looked at Wen Xi.

Wen Xi will probably never forget this look. The half-open door is like a door separating yin and yang. Wen Xi is still in this ups and downs of the human world, while Rong Lanzhi on the other side of the door has fallen into hell.

Wen Xi finally let go, Rong Lanzhi just looked at Wen Xi like this, then slowly closed the door, and then locked the door...Wen Xi stood outside the door, watching the ghostly white shadow float inside .

The accompanying butler came to ask: "Miss, what should I do?"

Wen Xi was not sure what Rong Lanzhi wanted, she drove everyone out in one go, leaving only herself and Zheng Lianhe's corpse inside?In the south, it is generally believed that when a person dies, preparations must be made quickly for the funeral. Whether it is a thick burial or a thin burial, it is the same as getting married. There is an auspicious time. I don't think I'm dead. If a living person procrastinates, the soul of this person will float forever and turn into a ghost.

"Order, all the things for the funeral are ready. Now go and bring back a pair of crystal coffins, and put them at the door. Send more people to surround this side house. If there is any movement, let me know immediately. "

Wen Xi turned around, only to see Wen Li still standing there, she yelled a few times, but didn't see her answer, so she had to drag her to the front yard, and when she arrived at the living room, Wen Li's legs went limp, just like that Sitting down on the carpet, Wen Xi couldn't bear it when she saw this, so she said: "Your mother only has you as her own daughter. She is too sad now. You have to be strong and don't fall down. Your mother still needs to rely on you to move forward." Woolen cloth."

"She will never love me again, she will never recognize me as a daughter again..." Wen Li wept bitterly, Wen Xi let out a long sigh, dragged her into the room, and asked three maids to take care of her.

After making arrangements for Yaomei, Wen Xi went to knock on the door of the guest room again, Wu Ershan opened the door for her, Wen Xi looked over, Zhuang Mei was wearing thick clothes, she looked out of the window silently, without saying a word.

Wen Xi didn't want to look any further, so she went to see the injured maids, and inquired carefully about the situation at home these days, because in her estimation, as long as Zheng Lianhe was recuperated properly, Zheng Lianhe could last a month or two at most.

After she listened to the unanimous explanation of the maids, she walked slowly to the study, and called her brother Wen Chong who was far away in the capital, and the siblings began to discuss——

"You should really see the expression on Rong Lanzhi's face..." Wen Xi sneered and lit a cigar, "I've never seen her in such pain."

"Don't take it lightly, now is our good time, everything is under our control. As long as she continues like this, the situation will be very beneficial to us." Wen Chong on the phone lowered his voice, "Xiao Huanxi, how could it be Going so fast? Didn’t Zhou Haisheng say that at least he could last until next month?”

"Rong Lanzhi, that beast, forced Zheng Lianhe to register for marriage, and even went crazy to hold the wedding. She wanted to do everything before Mrs. Bo died..." Wen Xi took a puff on her cigar, "I don't want to." Do you know what Rong wants to do next? I'm really afraid that she will die for love and let her die so happily!"

"How could she die in love for such a cruel person?" Wen Chong also sneered, "You should prepare a beautiful funeral for Mrs. Bo, but what name is Rong Lanzhi going to bury her for? The wall in our house It's all out of the air, if our Wen family holds a funeral, I'm afraid we won't be well-known and will attract criticism."

Wen Xi wondered what Rong Lanzhi was thinking, and without saying anything, the brother and sister chatted for a while about the North-South meeting before hanging up the phone.

In the afternoon of the next day, Wen Chong rushed back by government plane.

Wen Li has older brothers and sisters who sit in town, so she feels relieved when she is tired from crying. She seems to have grown up overnight, and she stopped yelling at the servants. She went to see the injured maids and comforted them.

Wen Chong and Wen Xi went to knock on the door, but Rong Lanzhi didn't answer, so Wen Li went to knock on the door.

On the early morning of the fourth day, Wen Li was kneeling at the door when she saw the closed door creak open. Her mother, Rong Lanzhi, was wearing white mourning flowers and a white mourning dress, holding in her arms a woman in red. A woman in a happy dress... That woman is like a swan with her head hanging down. Around her neck are three strings of long pearl necklaces of different sizes. Following Rong Lanzhi's footsteps, the strings are softly ringing, and she wears a pair of gold bracelets on her left hand. , two jade bracelets on her right glove, a huge red diamond ring on her right ring finger, two jade pendants tied around her waist, one on the left and one on the right, and the pattern embroidered on the exquisite gold silk embroidered shoes is Fengqiuhuang... The makeup on her face was very rich and luxurious. At first glance, she didn't seem to be dead, but rather a queen who was about to marry into the royal family.

"Mom?" Wen Li called out, Wen Xi and Wen Chong immediately ran to the side house, and knelt beside Wen Li.

"Wen Li, go and get her crown." Rong Lanzhi said to Wen Li in a hoarse voice.

Wen Li stood up quickly. She ran into the side house, and saw the crown studded with various gemstones on the dressing table of the cell. She held it in her hand, and immediately felt that although the crown was beautiful, it... Also too heavy.

She held the crown with both hands, clenched her teeth and hugged it to the door, she was about to walk over, but when she fell, Wen Xi quickly stood up, and firmly caught the crown that was about to fall.

Wen Li and Wen Xi glanced at each other, and Wen Xi let out a sigh of relief.

"Wen Xi, take it here." Rong Lanzhi said again.

Wen Xi respectfully held up the crown and presented it to Rong Lanzhi. Rong Lanzhi put Zheng Lianhe into the crystal coffin surrounded by flowers. She took the crown, smoothed the Qionghua hatband on it, and leaned over to put it on for Zheng.

Wen Xi glanced at Zheng Lianhe with Dongzhu in her mouth, her expression was peaceful, she died dignifiedly, and she couldn't see the struggle and pain of her being imprisoned here during her lifetime.

"How are the funeral preparations going?" Rong Lanzhi asked.

"The list of guests is prepared according to my mother's funeral etiquette. Please have a look at it." Wen Xi beckoned, and the butler presented the funeral invitation. Rong Lanzhi took a serious look, "...why, don't invite Zhan Jinhuai (Father Zhan)?"

When Wen Chong heard this, his face changed drastically. The brothers and sisters looked at each other, and finally Wen Xi nodded and said, "Then I will add Premier Zhan's name to it."

Rong Lanzhi nodded, "In Huanjing, everyone who should come to participate must come. No one is allowed to be missed."

"Yes. Look, the sun will come out soon, or let the bearers carry the coffin to the mourning hall?" Wen Xi suggested.

Rong Lanzhi nodded again, she held Zheng Lianhe's hand, and looked at her with concern, Wen Xi had no choice but to whisper to the bearer to slow down and be very careful.

From the side house to the mourning hall of the main house, both Wen Xi and Wen Chong were worried, and Wen Xi was relieved a little when they reached the mourning hall where the mourning veil was hanging down. Zhengling coffin.

Wen Li looked around, how does this look like a mourning hall?This season, where do so many fresh lotus come from?She looked around, the whole mourning hall was made of fresh lotus leaves, dotted with lotus flowers and lotus pods, Wen Li touched a lotus bud that hadn't bloomed, and felt the fresh and pleasant fragrance.

Seeing the clusters of lotus in the mourning hall, Rong Lanzhi's complexion gradually improved, and she praised Wen Xi.

Wen Xi only said in a low voice: "I hope it can relieve the mother's suffering, and it will not waste my daughter's care."

The mourning hall must put the portrait, a gust of wind blows past, the lotus trembles, the portrait is Zheng Lianhe at about the same time, Rong Lanzhi looks at it, her heart tightens, she puts her face into Zheng Zao's cold palm, she can't help but shed tears.

Wen Xi and Wen Li hurriedly persuaded her softly, and she stopped crying. It was probably the first time in their lives that Wen Xi and Wen Chong saw Lanzhi shed tears sincerely, and they were a little surprised for a while.

The corpse finally entered the mourning hall. No matter how difficult the funeral was, at least the first step had been taken.

Wen Xi was afraid that Rong Lanzhi would be bored in the side house, and would have to use force to go in and carry the body.

Rong Lanzhi didn't want monks to come to chant sutras, and she didn't want her children to kneel there and cry, so she dismissed the crowd and only said that she wanted to be alone with Zheng Lianhe.

Wen Xi left someone to take care of her. She and Wen Chong held the final list of funeral guests and started calling one by one. After receiving a call from Zhan's house, Zhan Jinhuai, who is now in a high position, actually called back in person to show concern.

The phone call lasted for five full hours, Wen Xi and Wen Chong looked at each other, Wen Chong said, "I think Rong Lanzhi is crazy, it's enough to come from the south to express condolences, why bother going to the north?"

"She wants to give Zheng Lianhe this decency, this... the decency she should have had."

Wen Chong shook his head: "When I was alive, I couldn't see how much she was obsessed with her. I only thought that our stepmother was just playing around. There would always be a day when I got bored. I didn't expect... Only when she was really dead did she know how much she loved her." She is so affectionate."

Wen Xi immediately started to deploy people. Right now, the north and the south have just passed a period of turmoil. At this time, the Wen family is holding such a grand funeral, and there are still many things to arrange and pay attention to. She has been busy until night.

After a little dinner, she assigned some things about the north to Wen Chong, and Wen Chong continued to make arrangements.

When Wu Ershan came to find Wen Xi, she had already put on a white mourning dress. She looked at Wen Xi, who had a blue shadow in front of her eyes, and said, "She doesn't eat or drink, but just stands by the window and looks at the mourning hall. How can I call her? She shouldn't answer me either....I have no other choice, I'm really afraid of her..."

Wen Xi covered her mouth, "Don't be crowed, I'll go and see. You have to take care of yourself before you can take care of her."

Wen Xi went to the guest room, and Zhuang Mei was standing by the window. She was not wearing mourning clothes yet, and the mourning clothes were thrown aside.

"Bo Mei." Wen Xi called her softly, she was afraid of disturbing her, so she stood far away from her.

Zhuang Mei turned her head to look at Wen Xi, her eyes were filled with all kinds of flavors, it was hard to express in words.

"Eat something, your mother's funeral, I hope you can prepare and finish it with me."

Zhuang Mei walked towards Wen Xi step by step. She walked so slowly that Wen Xi's heart creaked in pain. She stepped over in two steps, hugged Zhuang Mei in her arms, and said in a deep voice, "I am alone. There are so many ways to take care of things, I need you, Bo Mae, can you help me finish your mother's funeral?"

Zhuang Mei raised her head and looked at Wen Xi, "Xiao Huanxi, now that my mother is really gone, you won't hate me anymore, right? I, like you, have become an orphan without father or mother."

"..." Zhuang Mei lightly stroked Wen Xi's face, "Xiao Huanxi..."

Wen Xi held her hand, and the two looked at each other, but they couldn't say a word.

In the end, Wen Xi helped Zhuang Mei to sit down, she picked up the mourning dress, and knelt down to help Zhuang Mei put it on bit by bit. Zhuang Mei didn't break away this time, and she let Wen Xi put it on for her.

"In what name are you planning to mourn my mother?" Zhuang Mei asked.

"You know it, so why ask?"

"No, no..." Zhuang Mei shook her head, and said angrily, "Xiao Huanxi, I want you to tell me yourself."

"We mourn in the name of Madam Rong."

Zhuang Mei couldn't control herself any longer, she kicked and hit Wen Xi, "She took over my mother, she won't let her go until she dies, she still wants to insult and humiliate her, and she wants people from all over the southern country to come Look, she is still Rong Lanzhi's until she dies! She is crazy, she is crazy! She is a beast that eats people and does not spit out bones! You are also an accomplice, and you are also an accomplice! You have long known that my mother is at your house, why? Don't tell me why you keep telling me she's dead, why, why, why!"

Wen Xi knelt on the ground and let Zhuang Mei kick and beat her. She neither fought back nor stopped Zhuang Mei from getting any pellets in his stomach, and the blows were like cotton candy sticking to his body.