Chapter 795: Second floor tower

"But, the next day, I saw the Xishan, white crickets everywhere ..."
Subconsciously, my men tightened Aunt Hong's hand.
"The white magpie on the mountain was blowing in the wind, and the mountains were all white. At that time, I couldn't believe my eyes, I thought I saw snow, but how can it be so white?"
"..."
"Then I heard the soul song."
"Soul Song ...?"
In Xichuan folk custom, when someone dies, there will be loved ones holding up the intimate clothes worn by the deceased, climbing to the roof, chanting the name of the deceased while singing in the wind, saying goodbye, and fleeing the concubine. The song is sorrowful, called Soul Soul, is I hope that the deceased can understand the hardships of the living and look back.
"Later, everyone came and I learned that it was his wife who died."
When she said that, her voice was choked, and after a while, she said hoarsely, "I know, according to Miss's temperament and means, those people on the road will not look at it at all. Just, The old lady died, and that woman was even more jealous. If the young lady comes back, I'm afraid it will be harder, so— "She looked at me and didn't say any more.
So she sent me a letter.
She knows that I will not be obedient anymore when I get the news, but if I return to Xichuan, I will have to face everything and the situation is difficult to imagine, so I will repeatedly tell me in the letter, Never come back.
In fact, at that time, when I left Xichuan, I didn't plan to turn back anymore. After getting the news, I strengthened my heart even more.
Therefore, I did not return to Xichuan.
I entered the palace, and after those years with low eyebrows, I thought I could go out of the palace smoothly, have a new identity, and have a new life.
But everything is just my delusion.
How can it be satisfactory ...
"Miss," Aunt Hong's hand gently covered the back of my hand, as gentle as every time she helped me in the past: "Don't be sad."
I looked up at her and shook my head slightly.
Although my complexion was pale and my body was trembling, I didn't cry, no tears, it seemed that she was more sad than me.
I am not sad.
After a moment of silence, I spoke again, and my voice was a little hoarse: "So, my father?"
Aunt Hong gave me a stunned glance, and said, "Miss, do you know?"
I was silent and nodded slightly.
"People in Xishan met me and called him" the son ", but now he has called him" homeowner. "Of course I know what happened."
"Yes ..." Aunt Hong said softly, "The old master is also dead."
"Why--"
"Depression is a disease."
"Depression ... a disease ..."
"Yes. In fact, after the young lady left, the old master's body has not been very good. The soup and medicine continued, but there was no improvement. The winter seven years ago was too cold, and the old master did not survive.
That winter seven years ago?
That is, the winter I spent in Jixiang Village when I was a daughter-in-law of the Liu family?
That winter was really cold. What I remember most is that when I saw the light cold in the dungeon, the biting cold penetrated every inch of skin, making it difficult for me to breathe. And the day he left me, The freezing rain and biting cold, almost frozen my blood into ice.
It turned out that my father ...
"Where is he buried?"
"West Mountain."
"Back Mountain?"
"Yes. The spirit is in the Zongmiao Temple."
"Where's my mother? Also worshipped in Houshan?"
"……No."
I looked up and looked at Aunt Hong: "No?"
Aunt Hong had not cried, but her eyes were full of sorrowful tears, and she said softly, "The old master and the woman did not worship the wife ..."
The spiritual position of the mother is not enshrined?
"Neither can we find out where the wife was buried."
"..."
I'm totally frozen.
"Miss ..."
Aunt Red called me, she couldn't control and cried aloud. Her cry was not only sorrow, but also the helplessness she experienced over the years and the grievances when she saw me. I grew up and gave me all the warmth of a mother's woman, and slowly got up from the water, disregarding the cold air, soaking my wet body cold, and extending a slightly trembling arm, Aunt Hong embraced her.
She was crying like a child in my arms.
But i can't cry
My pale face rested on Aunt Red's slightly impulse shoulders, her eyes were so dark.
My mother is not worshipped.
As a former, or perhaps still a young lady of the Yan family, of course I know very well that the people of the Yan family will be buried in Houshan after their death. But there are only two cases where the spirit is not worshipped.
One is that this person did not belong to the Yan family at all and was expelled from the Yan family.
Secondly, this person died undestinedly, and the hit was fierce, and he could not enter the ancestral temple.
What kind is my mother?


My aunt and I stayed in the bathroom for a long time, until the bath was cold in the end. As long as I was a kid, I wrapped up with a soft blanket, wiped the water gently, and then a few maids came in and served I put on clothes.
Dressed neatly and made the hair almost dry, and put a little moisturizer behind her head, a few maids stepped back.
Aunt Hong took me out. When she went out, she suddenly remembered what she seemed like, and whispered to me: "Miss, those old guys, all want to meet Miss."
I thought about it and said, "I'm not in a hurry now."
Aunt Hong's eyes lit up: "Miss is planning to stay long?"
"I won't talk about that for now."
Without getting back Lier, everything didn't make much sense to me.
I just hope that Yan Qingchen won't really annoy me.
Aunt Hong looked at me and said nothing, and led me out. Just after a screen, I saw Pei Yuanxiu standing in front of the window over there, looking at the scenery outside.
He also seemed to have finished bathing, wearing a white robe, baggy clothes hanging down, tied by a belt, forming a slightly idle arc. His hair was also scattered behind his head, like a pure black soft satin, which added a touch of elegance to him.
Not the first time I saw him in white clothes, but the first time I saw him in Xichuan clothes.
It feels strange.
At this time, he had heard our footsteps, turned around and looked at me when he looked at me. He walked slowly after a while, took my hand, and looked me up and down. His eyes were full of admiring smiles.
I said, "What's wrong?"
"you are pretty."
I wore a long white dress like him. The loose clothes exposed the slender neck and the clavicle. The clothes did not have a belt, but the soft lines could dangle the human body like flowing water. How long.
Nishikawa still retains some ancient and old things because of the "uncivilized" people of the Central Plains, so only the people of Nishikawa will have a simple upper body. He had never seen me wear such clothes, but it was just such a praise that made me a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, when Aunt Hong sent me out, when I saw him, she voluntarily retreated.
I said softly, "Don't talk nonsense."
He only smiled, didn't speak, and clasped me with the temperature of the bath. A maid had come over and led us to the table, where we also prepared exquisite wine and dishes. After using it, he took us to An exquisite room.
I found that the tower is quite large and well-organized inside. Baths, living rooms, and even bedrooms are all available. It is just that apart from the bathroom, the partitions of many rooms are not walls, but elegant screens and translucent painting screens. There are ink landscapes, figures of flowers and birds, and people walking in them are like swimming in a painting. It's just that no one takes it, and it's really easy to get lost.
"Miss, this is the room that the house owner has prepared for you. Please take a good rest. There will be a carriage to pick up Miss back home tomorrow morning."
After that, the maid stepped down.
It seems today that Yan Qingchen cannot be seen.
I was a bit weak, and just sighed, I felt a bit light, and was picked up by Pei Yuanxiu. He hadn't had time to talk. He had hugged me to bed and fell asleep. In the arms.
"Yuan Xiu!"
I whispered, feeling his hands tightly around my waist, burying his head between my neck and taking a deep breath.
Suddenly the neck was cold and hot.
Not only was my taste taken by him, he also seemed to breathe his breath into my body. Through a thin layer of vegetarian food, I could immediately feel the temperature of his body, and hurriedly looked back at him, pressing one hand on He took his hand: "Yuan Xiu, I—I have no mood ..."
He raised his head and looked at me, silent, and then smiled slightly: "I know."
"..."
"Relax, I just hug you to sleep."
"..."
"Sleep."
After that, his hot lip kissed my back neck and stopped talking.
The sound of his breathing was even and long in his ears. In such a quiet environment, under the swaying candlelight, it was the most sleepy. But I couldn't sleep anymore. I stared at this delicate room with my eyes wide open, listening to the soft tinkling sound of the copper bells hanging on the towers on each floor above my head.
In the eyes of the old man, the copper bells hanging under the roof beams are gathering objects, but many stupas are hanging like this. I do n’t know what it means, is it to gather those ghosts and then destroy them?
And the original approach of Hongyan Lou.
I kept listening, the more I could n’t fall asleep, and I could n’t sleep anymore. I gently lifted Pei Yuanxiu ’s hands from his waist. I sat up and looked back at him. The long journeys these days made him very tired. Under the eye circles is a faint cyan color, sleeping heavily. I did not wake him up and went out.
Sister returned to the tower, lighting oil lamps everywhere.
There are many lights, but they are not strong. The extinguished lights are shining on the surrounding screen, and the semi-transparent painting above makes me a little confused which side is the painting and which side is real. Go forward, turn over a tall screen, and see a staircase against the wall in front.
It is the stairs leading to the second tower.
Speaking of which, I haven't gone up to see what this tower has in addition to the first floor.
So, holding on to the wooden fence, I slowly walked up and found that there was no one above, but there was still a lot of candlelights shining on the spacious two-story tower.
But when I stepped onto the second tower, the whole person was stunned.