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Everyone in the General's Mansion knew that the Seventh Young Master was infected with the disease, and feared that his life would not last long, but they did not expect that he would die so quickly. Furthermore, there were rumors that the Seventh Young Master died of the plague, and now all the servants believed it. And only that monstrous plague can kill a man for a moment.The slaves and maids in the mourning hall were all anxious, for fear that if they stayed in the mourning hall for a moment, they would be infected with the plague the next moment.

The originally desolate and deserted courtyard was covered with white veils. Zhiqiu knelt on the futon under the coffin, with tears in his eyes, numbly put the paper money in his hand into the copper basin bit by bit, burning the flying paper ash , Flying aimlessly in every corner of the mourning hall.

Situ Ling wore a moon-white robe and let Ruyi follow, walked to the flower stand in front of Lu Renjia's coffin, presented a white chrysanthemum, looked at the mahogany coffin with misty eyes, and sighed helplessly for a long time, "Why don't you You died so quickly, I can't believe you are already dead. I saw you laughing last night, saying that you will recover soon. Why did you die?" After speaking, Dou Da's tears couldn't stop rolling Lower eye socket, infinite grievance.

Ruyi hurriedly took the veil and wiped it carefully for him. Seeing him cry, she felt sore, and comforted him softly, "Don't cry, young master. The seventh son has a spirit in the sky, and he doesn't want to see you like this, it must be Hope you are happy."

Ruyi said that Situ Ling cried even harder, and pointed to the sleeping person in the coffin, "He is a bastard, a bastard. I hate him, and he died quietly... woo... a liar... He knew it I'll be sad...he's a badass..."

There was the sound of chanting, and the sixth son Zhaohua came to express his condolences.The spotless figure seemed to come from a painting, with a hibiscus-like face that couldn't hide the sadness, standing in front of the coffin, solemnly offering a drink to Lu Renjia, with a touch of sadness in his lacquer-like eyes, he recited in grief The eulogy, "Life is like a world, fate is uncertain, insignificant, and impermanent. I am shocked to hear the bad news, and I am afraid that I can't believe it. My heart is sad, and I can't speak. Life is so difficult, and death is not worth it. A glass of thin wine, I feel grateful Ling, let me steam it."

One after another, Situ Yu's wife and son came to mourn Lu Renjia's dead soul. Everyone said some numb and sad mourning words in a polite and distant manner. After all, Lu Renjia died strangely and there were rumors raging, so they didn't want to stay here for a long time. Come early I left early.

When Yulin came, he looked at the pale elegiac couplets and white banners in the mourning hall.Sighs and sighs are inevitable.Standing in front of the calm coffin.The spring water is also like the eyes, slightly wet, gently raised the sleeves to press the tears at the corners of the eyes, and said sadly, "Why is my brother so miserable, my brother has repeatedly told me to pay more attention to my body when I went to visit, and don't get infected with it." Plague. However, my brother still contracted the plague and died..." After finishing speaking, there were a few drops of sensational tears.His eyes fell on the unsealed coffin lid, Yulin was startled, quickly took two steps back, and loudly reprimanded the servant, "What are you doing, don't you know that the seventh son died of the plague! Don’t seal the coffin! You want everyone to be infected with the plague?! Don’t seal it up for me!”

The servant was reprimanded by Yulin, quickly found tools, and began to seal the coffin with a bang.

Zhiqiu knelt down silently, watching three or five people taking turns with hammers to nail the one-inch-long coffin nail into the coffin, and the coffin was sealed.

Recalling Lu Renjia's indifferent words, "There are rumors in the house that I was born with a plague. I am afraid that the disease will spread, and the coffin will be sealed after death. This will help me. If the general does not believe it, he will open the coffin. You beg Zhaohua, he is the most kind-hearted man, seeing you like this, he will definitely not stand still. If he steps forward, there will be no risk." Although everything in front of him was within Lu Renjia's expectation, It can be seen that Qiu still can't help being frightened. The space as big as a palm is afraid that he will suffocate, but now he can only resign himself to fate.

Zhiqiu put the neatly folded ingots around her into the copper basin, and watched the gorgeous flames dance fieryly, but her heart was at peace.

As long as tonight passes, as long as tonight can be passed safely without any accidents, then everything will start again...

There was a sudden commotion outside the door, and the sound of respectful greetings from the maids and servants reached the eardrums.Zhiqiu turned around and saw Situ Yu's ice-like face.

Yulin and Zhaohua greeted him hurriedly, and walked behind him in a polite manner.

"The child has met his father, please greet his father."

It was only then that Situ Yu noticed that the petite Situ Ling was still standing in the crowd. His eyes were red and swollen, his nose was reddish, and his face was full of sorrow.Knowing that he was close to Lu Renjia, he was most reluctant to part with him, but now that person died so resolutely and quickly, how could he not feel sad.Then she walked to his side, stretched out her hand and rubbed his hair, "Life is alive, death is only a matter of time, so don't be too sad."

Situ Ling pursed her lips and lowered her head, her fair neck was so fragile in Situ Yu's eyes.He whispered to Ruyi who was behind him, "It's late autumn and the dew is heavy, so you take the young master back."

Since Situ Yu spoke, Situ Ling had no choice but to step back and was led away by Zhiqiu.

Situ Yu walked in front of the coffin, and quickly glanced at Zhiqiu in mourning clothes with his slender eyes. Seeing that her eyes were slightly red, but her face was calm, she asked in a low voice, "You are Zhiqiu?"

Zhiqiu was shocked, his almond eyes were full of doubts, how did the general know her name, stared at Situ Yu's expressionless handsome face, and said respectfully in a low voice, "It's the servant girl."

"Oh, it's hard to be loyal to you, and it's not in vain to pity you in front of him." Situ bent down, picked up the paper money and put it like a copper basin.The flame quickly swept the earthy yellow paper money, leaving it gorgeous.

Zhiqiu lowered his head and the corners of his eyes were crystal clear, which became more and more obvious in the firelight.Numbly looking at the burning paper money, he didn't answer.

Situ Yu's eyes followed the flying paper ashes, and landed on the coffin, and saw that the coffin had been sealed.Frowning, "Why is the coffin sealed?"

Yulin, who was behind him, walked out in small steps, and said, "The coffin was sealed by the servants of the slave family. My brother died of the plague. He was afraid that the disease would spread, so he sealed the coffin."

Situ Yu raised his brows slightly, and looked at Yulin's beautiful face. A cold evil suddenly appeared on his expressionless face.Looking at Situ Yu like this, Yulin couldn't help but tremble, and asked, "Can't it be sealed?"

Situ Yu had a half-smile, and the upward curve on his lips made Yulin tremble with fear, but he heard him say loudly, "Open the coffin! I promised him that he would give him an explanation. He can't die like this. I want him Look, how I took off the poisoner's head to comfort his soul."

There was a dead silence in the surroundings for a moment, and the needles could be heard, and the servants looked at each other with fear, but they dared not make a sound.Zhiqiu looked anxiously at the constantly beating candlelight in front of the mourning hall, feeling uneasy.

With an order, a big man came in from the door with tools, and seeing that the coffin was about to be opened, Zhiqiu raised his heart to his throat, and hurriedly threw himself in front of the coffin, with tears all over his face, begging bitterly, "No! My son has been buried in a coffin. According to the custom, his soul has returned to the underworld. The road is so long. The son left alone. The road is so difficult. Since he has already left, why bother him again? The slaves do not want the son to die There is no peace, but I hope the general will give him peace for the sake of the young master's affection."

"Open the coffin!" Situ Yu was unmoved, and repeated the order in a cold voice.

"General..." Zhiqiu stood stubbornly in front of the mahogany coffin, showing no sign of backing down, her petite body knelt on the gray ground, her pitiful eyes looked deeply at Zhaohua who couldn't bear it, and burst into tears, "To tell you the truth, my son died with sores on his face. As the saying goes, everyone has a heart for beauty. Your son was favored during his lifetime, and he is very grateful to the general. Poor, he was born with poor blessings. Now he is dying, and he is afraid of falling into the general's trap." Eyes, pain attracts disgust. Therefore, after the son died, he was buried in the coffin, and his face was still covered with white gauze. Now that the coffin lid has been sealed, it can be regarded as the fulfillment of the son's last wish. General, why bother to open the coffin again? If you have a little Lianyi, I still hope to fulfill you, Young Master Quan..." After saying that, he kowtowed fiercely to Situ Yu, not caring about himself, and the sound of dull blows echoed in the dead mourning hall, and the gray and white ground was immediately stained with blood-red marks.

Situ Yu was repeatedly disobeyed by this seemingly weak but stubborn servant girl in front of him, his face was displeased, and he said coldly, "You are so courageous! How dare you disobey my orders, come..."

Zhaohua at the side couldn't bear to watch anymore, and stood in front of Zhiqiu with a few steps, and said eagerly, "Wait a minute, general!"

"..." Situ Yu didn't expect that Zhaohua would show up for this maid who had never lived before. His narrowed phoenix eyes flashed, and he coldly glanced at Zhiqiu who was hanging his head and saying nothing. It turned out that he underestimated she is gone.

"General, the deceased has passed away, so what should we do when we open the coffin to see him? Now that the coffin has been sealed, the spirit of the Seventh Prince has rested in peace. I pity him for his wish in his lifetime. It was originally intended to make the general remember his goodness. Why would the general go against it? Why not go along with the trend and fulfill his painstaking efforts."

Situ Yu was a little helpless, looking at the mahogany coffin with dark and deep eyes, and finally turned his face away somewhat unnaturally.Waving away the recruited servants, he said, "It's destined to be like this, that's all."

Zhiqiu saw that Situ Yu said that he no longer wanted to open the coffin, Gao Xuan's heart was finally placed in his chest safely, he relaxed his tense nerves a little, and looked gratefully at Zhao Hua who spoke out.

At this time, a servant rushed over from outside the door, said something to Situ Yu's ear, and saw that his originally indifferent face became colder and colder, and his closed lips were drawn into a cold line. The handsome eyebrows were raised slightly, and there seemed to be a flame burning in the eyes, and a sinister aura exuded from the whole body.

Standing behind him, Yulin faintly heard a few broken words, "dining room", "stick punishment", "recruited"...only to push down the proud head slightly, and the originally bright and beautiful face flashed an imperceptible flash Panicked, apprehensive.

As if he hadn't noticed anything, Situ Yu still had that frosty face. He walked up to the coffin, reached out and touched the coffin lid, his piercing eyes flashed with unshakable firmness, and the words he spoke were full of cruelty The smell of blood, "You can rest in peace. I know whoever poisoned you. Tomorrow you will be buried, and I will use his blood to pay homage to your grave."

After all the people left that night, only Zhiqiu and two cowardly servants were left to guard Lu Renjia's spirit.

In the middle of the night, the two timid servants saw that Zhiqiu, who was guarding the coffin, had maintained the same posture, and tiptoed forward. They saw that she had fallen asleep, and there were still wet tears under her swollen eyelids. There was still a congealed blood scab on her forehead, she became more and more pitiful, and couldn't bear it, so she picked up clothes and put them on her body.But if they are asked to stay in this big and lifeless mourning hall, they are both unwilling to die. If it weren't for those evil tricks, it would be their turn to be this unlucky job. He died of the plague, and his face was covered with sores before he died.God, forgive him.

After discussing with each other, the two boys secretly stayed outside the courtyard without making a sound. They would rather have the cold wind than enter the eerie mourning hall.

Zhiqiu saw that the two had fled far away, so he got up.The legs and feet are now paralyzed due to maintaining the same posture for a long time, and walking a step feels like being pricked by needles.Even so, it couldn't stop her from moving to the coffin, stretching out her hand and twisting the coffin nails that she had tampered with. As long as one is pulled out, there will be an airflow that can connect to this tiny hole and flow into the coffin. You can avoid the bad luck of suffocation.Thinking of this, Zhiqiu revealed a faint smile on his lips, "My lord..."