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Cheng Cangpeng's funeral was suspended seven days later.

In fact, according to the rules of Tianhao Kingdom, minors who die cannot be stopped at home, should be sent out in time, and cannot be buried in ancestral graves. Because it is disrespectful to the elders, all sacrifices are exempted.

However, Du Mizhen did not agree and insisted on holding a normal funeral and did the Taoist temple for three days.

After seven days of stopping, she cried for seven days. In the end, her eyes could not see clearly, and her hair turned white in the morning and evening. Although she is usually harsh and hated, this sadness is also touching.

The last look at the deceased before covering the coffin.

Xiaocang Peng lay cleanly in the plain, wearing a sapphire blue brocade robe.

Cheng Xueyan saw him dressed as a boy. Although she closed her eyes, she could also imagine that she would be romantic and handsome in the future.

In the future...

Tears can't help dripping.

"Do not drop tears into the coffin. Are you going to make him suffer in his next life?"

Du Yingzi's shrill voice pierced the crying, and she still wanted to jump over and scratch her face.

Cheng Xueyan bit her lip and tied the braided zodiac bracelet into a bunch and put it at his hand.

"You once asked your sister for a bracelet with a rabbit, because you are born in the year of the rabbit. My sister is lazy and hasn't done anything. It's my sister's fault. Now my sister has made a strip for each zodiac for you, and you can wear whichever you like..."

Always don't know how to cherish when you have it, and always think that there is still time to realize your wish, but when the accident suddenly hits your eyes, you find that God has not given you a chance at all... No, you didn't seize the opportunity at all. It's too late to regret, but why do you miss it again and again when you know this truth?

The trembling fingers stroked the round face.

The face is coated with rouge, which is very rosy, but cold...

Someone pushed fiercely behind her. Fortunately, Tang Fanrou held her by her side and did not fall. But seeing Cheng Xueyao's angry face, she reached out and lifted the bracelet and threw it out of the coffin: "Do you want to be courteous? If it weren't for you, my brother wouldn't have died. Everyone said that the Cheng family must die this year. It should have been yours, but why did you still live? That's good. My brother will die for you. Are you satisfied now? Thanks to my brother's usual good to you, you have the heart to harm him! Do you think the property of my brother Chengfu is your house as soon as he dies? Don't think about it!"

"Xue Yao, something happened to Cang Peng... We are all sad, so don't do this again..." Tang Fanrou persuaded each other.

"Bah!" Cheng Xueyao spat at her head-on: "Will you be sad? Do you want him to die earlier? Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. If you can't give birth to a son, curse my brother to die quickly. I really want to dig out your heart to see if it's black..."

"I don't see how much you care about Cang Peng, but it's the fault. If it's really good for your brother, let him go to earth early. Why do you quarrel in front of him?" Seeing that her mother was embarrassed, Cheng Xueman couldn't stand that Cheng Xueyao still wanted to speak ill of each other at this time and couldn't help talking to each other.

"Bang!"

Cheng Sherman was immediately slapped in the face.

Cheng Xueyao's voice was immediately cut like a cone: "I can really see it. Do you think our house will collapse as soon as Cang Peng dies? Do you want to take the opportunity to trample us under your feet? Dream! Let me tell you, none of you can get rid of Cangpeng's death! You will have retribution! Even if there is no retribution, I want you to die one by one and pay for my brother's life..."

" shut up! More and more presumptuous!"

Before Cheng Cangyi came forward, Cheng Zhunghuai had already slapped her.

Cheng Xueyao covered her face and looked at her father. Her eyes were surprised and hateful. When she grew up, she was still beaten back. No matter who the man was, she immediately jumped up and cried: "You hit me, you actually hit me!" You are biased. You only like the two of them. You can kill me. Let me go with my brother, so as not to hinder your eyes..."

She tried to ask her mother to sponsor, but Du Mizhen stared at the coffin like a fool, and the chaos around her seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Yes, the mother has only a younger brother in her heart from beginning to end. If God asks her mother to lose a relative, I'm afraid her mother will choose to lie in this cold coffin.

But it turns out that no one has ever cared about her, never...

She bit her lips tightly, tears filled her eyes, retreated little by little, and retreated... Finally, she turned around and rushed out of the door.

Du Mizhen picked up the bracelet on the ground, put it tremblingly beside her son, and caressed his face.

For a moment, everyone couldn't stop crying.

Through tears, Cheng Xueyan was surprised to find that the originally smooth, delicate and well-maintained hand had become rough and dry and even a few irregular brown spots.

The pain of losing a son makes a woman who can call for wind and rain grow old in an instant.

At this moment, the usual harshness seems to disappear with the ash of hair shaking on her lips... At this moment, she is just a mother...

"Long...Long..."

The red sandalwood-colored coffin cover slowly pushed and finally covered the childish face.

Du Mizhen looked at the coffin cover for some reason and tried to push it away, but she couldn't shake it at all after a long time.

She was anxious, kicking and kicking at the coffin, and she didn't know what she was shouting.

Everyone pulled her with tears.

The small coffin was lifted and slowly moved to the door.

She broke away from the crowd, jumped to climb the coffin, and went to beat the person who lifted the coffin.

Someone wanted to stop it, but Cheng Zhunhuai stopped him silently.

So people watched the coffin move in the snow as they walked, followed by a woman in a Tibetan blue dress, which gradually faded away and finally disappeared into the sporadic snowflakes...

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No one knows where the little prince of Cheng's house was buried. I only heard that Du Mizhen came back that evening. She was wet all over, with her hair on her face, and there was only one shoe left...

No one followed her, and the girls in the house were also shocked by this appearance, and she walked to Zang Zhenxuan step by step.

Later, I heard that Du Mizhen often left Cheng's house at dawn and came back before dark. You Cui wanted to follow at the beginning, but she beat him back. She didn't say anything. Even when she was in the house, she only stayed in the hidden house and was stunned at the lamp shadow.

Without the wife butler, the people in the house are a little loose.

Cheng Zhuhuai asked the imperial doctor to diagnose and treat him, but they all said that they needed more time to recuperate.

So on the morning of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Chengfu's housekeeper sent the key to Roufengxuan.

Tang Fanrou refused in every way, and finally couldn't resist everyone's pleas and promised to temporarily manage it during this period when his wife was still "unminded".

Roufengxuan suddenly became very lively. Whenever he passed by, he could see people crowded with people in the main room.

This is indeed something that should be celebrated.

It was reasonable, and Cheng Xueyan was also going to celebrate, but she was not allowed to enter several times.

Compared with Roufengxuan's door, Zang Zhenxuan is a door, and people can't help sighing that the world is impermanent.

Cheng Cangpeng's body is not cold. In this time and space, the child who died is not recognized. In the end, the only person who can remember him is his mother.

Cheng Xueyan looked at the increasingly old-fashioned Zang Zhenxuan, listened to the crows inside silently and sighed. I wanted to visit him, but I finally took back my feet, thinking about the fierceness of the man inside.

The snow has stopped until today, and there is only a deep footprint left by her in front of Zang Zhenxuan's door.

The master and servant only stared at their feet, making a creaking sound at every step. Unconsciously, I came to Xinyuan.

Cheng Xueyan still remembers that she was going to Xinyuan to see plums on New Year's Eve, but now she has no mood at that time.

Cheng Zhuhuai deserves to be a flower lover. Although this plum blossom is not built separately, it is a complete variety, including golden plums like small pearls, small jade butterflies that are white and snowy, beautiful green branch palace powder, magnificent bone red water, Cao Wang Huangxiang, which is gorgeous peaches and plums, and elegant and lonely Taiwan Pavilion green calyx. There are also extremely rare character plums with flowers and three fruits... They are delicate and beautiful, each shows their own style, the wind and snow falls, and the fragrance is as fragrant as smoke. There is a beautiful scenery as a fairy, but only sigh is exchanged.

Cheng Xueyan gently blew off a little snow pressed on the green calyx of the pavilion.

The light green petals tremble like yarn, like a light fairy, dancing fragrantly. The broken snow floated, and the snow-red Wangyue Pavilion stood proudly on the pile of Xiu Mountain.

Cheng Xueyan was fascinated by it and wrapped in a silver rat cloak and walked towards Duxiu Mountain.

There are servants guarding at the foot of Duxiu Mountain. Although they are dressed thickly, they still can't help shaking their feet to keep warm.

When I saw her, I bowed and saluted.

She didn't respond and was about to go up the mountain.

The family hurriedly stopped and said that the master had ordered them to stay here, and no one could disobey.

"Is there anyone else in this garden besides you two and me and Bitong?"

One of them muttered: "On a cold day, there is not even a ghost..."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

The two looked at each other and didn't say anything.

Cheng Xueyan looked back at Bitong. Bitong took out two pieces of silver from her sleeve: "Today, on the fifteenth day, the two eldest brothers will change shifts and drink some wine to warm up later."

The two hesitated for a while and took the silver one after another.

Bitong's little mouth was very sweet, and the eldest brother immediately thanked him briefly.

The two rough servants usually don't see a few smiling faces. In addition, Bitong is quite beautiful, which will be particularly enthusiastic about them. They can't help smiling immediately and begin to flatter Bitong.

Cheng Xueyan went up to the Xiushan alone.

The snow-covered Taihu Stone was very slippery. Cheng Xueyan almost fell several times, but Fortunately, the rockery was not high, and she reached the top of the mountain in a short time.

The wind on the top of the mountain is strong, blowing coldly across the cheeks, blowing tears. The whiteness in front of you seems to be covered with a layer of fog, but there are also several lines of red inlaid in it, but it does not belong to Chengfu.

The cold air seemed to freeze people's minds, but it led her back to the night of the Qixi Festival.

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PS: Seeing the comments, some people may not understand why some plots are designed, such as this. How to say? Recently, when I read a book, I found that people also set a foreshadowing, but most of them were solved quickly. However, some of the foreshadows I set can be solved at present, and some are buried far away. For example, there will be answers in the next chapter, but it is ambiguous, and it will take the fourth volume to really solve.