Filial piety comes first among all good deeds.
In this era where filial piety is paramount, Mr.
Mu was accused of being unfaithful, and the impact on his reputation was more serious than when he was rumored to have poor conduct.
The righteous people in the world criticized the dirty things inside the Mu family, and even the theater troupes outside rehearsed excerpts of the play to ridicule and curse.
On the forty-ninth day of the funeral, on the day of Mrs.
Mu's funeral, heavy rain hit the city.
The coffin was carried out from the east gate, followed by the men and women of the Mu family, and the cries spread throughout Xinghua Lane.
At the entrance of the alley, the coffin was blocked by the crowd.
People who had gathered at some unknown time threw rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs and other bags at them.
The weather was not good, and everyone was in a state of panic.
Mu Qingyu was in front of him, while Mu Qingze and Mu Qinghong each held prayer flags.
They were the first to suffer the disaster.
Mu Qingyu was hit on the forehead.
An egg, the egg liquid stains the face.
The place where it was hit was burning and painful, and I don't know if the skin was broken or bleeding.
The Mu family has been a noble family for hundreds of years and has never been so insulted.
Mr.
Mu almost fell down with anger.
My family was already so sad, someone in the court fell into trouble and stirred up trouble, and the common people also came to cause trouble.
He naturally knew that it was no wonder that these good people were filled with indignation, but that the people behind the scenes who manipulated public opinion were too cunning.
There was a big funeral in Mu Mansion, and I didn't want to start a dispute with others on the day of the funeral.
I missed the auspicious time of the burial, and I felt even more sorry for Mrs.
Mu who died innocently.
But they just gave in and explained, how could the onlookers believe that ordinary people, even those without official positions, would be respectful and not dare to offend when they saw the aristocratic family.
Now, several fourth- and fifth-grade courtiers in the alley were scolded so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads.
This is the outcome of "unfilial piety".
This is the treatment an "unfilial son" deserves.
When the commotion broke out, a group of officers and soldiers holding halberds came from all directions.
At first, there was a general with a beard on his face, riding majesticly on a horse, "The official is handling the case, please get out of my way quickly.
The sword has no eyes.
If you bump into the blade yourself, you are responsible for whether you die or live."
The chaotic crowd was quickly separated and suppressed.
The bearded man jumped off his horse, and several masters from the Mu family came forward to greet him, "Thank you, General Song."
General Song chuckled, wiped the water droplets from his forehead with his hand, and said boldly: "Master Mu, you're welcome."
Mr.
Mu San wondered: "General Song's soldiers are in Dongying, how come they come to Beicheng on errands?"
General Song laughed, knowing that he couldn't hide it.
He stretched out his hand to clasp Master Mu San's shoulder and whispered: "Yi Heng was originally under my command.
I regard him as my nephew, so I should do my best.
And, I won't hide it.
You said that this time Duke Wei asked for Xiao Ke, and he hoped that Xiao Ke would come to help him as soon as possible. " He raised his eyes and glanced at the long funeral procession behind him, sighing secretly that the Mu clan was really prosperous.
His eyes fell on Mr.
Mu, and saw that the latter's face was as dark as water.
He knew that most of these civil servants were making some roundabout guesses. .
General Song has always been troubled by these lawsuits, so he quickly urged: "Without further delay, I will leave it to Xiao Ke to deal with it.
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Please go on your way."
The Mu family went to the hilltop of the ancestral graveyard on the outskirts of the city to pay their respects to the funeral.
Only their daughter, children, and Mrs.
Mu were left behind.
Since Mrs.
Mu left, Mr.
Mu has never left the yard.
The cries that lingered outside the wall for several days were no longer heard.
Old Master Mu walked out of his house, leaning on his stick.
Qing Ming, who was serving him, was taking a nap against a pillar in the corridor.
Hearing the door knock, he was so startled that he almost fell down.
He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Old man, what's the matter?
Why don't you call the kids in and give me instructions?"
Old Mrs.
Mu's upright body was inexplicably rickety.
He waved his hand and tapped the stone steps with his crutch.
He did not look at Qingming and just said lightly: "Don't follow me."
The old man always told the truth, Qingming didn't dare to say anything anymore, and stood in front of the corridor watching the hunched figure go away.
He scratched his head and couldn't figure out why an old man who had been shut up in his room without saying a word for forty days wanted to go out for a walk in the rain.
Mr.
Mu walked slowly on the bluestone road.
Most people went to the funeral, but he met no one along the way.
Songhe Garden is bathed in the rain, and the green tiles on the door are moistened by the water, and the whole body is glowing with light.
He opened the door directly, stood on the front steps, and paused for a few breaths.
Those who serve inside are those who are being sold, those who are being driven away, and those who are being punished.
Now there is only one newly transferred woman, the gatekeeper.
She poked her head out and was startled when she saw Old Mrs.
Mu.
Mr.
Mu had no intention of talking to him.
He lowered his eyes and walked into the courtyard, passed through the nave, and stopped in front of the Buddhist niche.
On one side, stands Jinse's tablet.
The edge of the wooden tablet is round and shiny because it has been touched too many times.
Old Master Mu threw away his crutch and stared at the memorial tablet.
He licked his lips but made no sound.
He stood here quietly. motionless.
For two hours, she stood silently at the spot where Mrs.
Mu had spent most of her time in the past ten years or so during her lifetime.
When Lin Yunnuan arrived, Mr.
Mu was standing upright while looking at the memorial tablet.
She was slightly startled when she saw a figure inside.
From her wedding to the present, she had only briefly met Mr.
Mu once before Mrs.
Mu died.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
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She knew that Mr.
Mu didn't like Mu Yiheng, nor her.
But we can't hide from our elders and not be polite.
While thinking about it, Mr.
Mu turned around.
He half-raised his eyes and just glanced at her.
His eyes were electric.
It roughly describes the look in his eyes.
A life of great distinction and dignity, Old Master Mu was the kind of person she could not reach.
She bowed politely and said, "Old Master."
Even Mu Yiheng didn't dare to call him "grandfather", and she was not qualified to do so.
She expected to get a cold stare or a look of disgust.
Surprisingly, Mrs.
Mu nodded to her, turned his face, and leaned over to pick up the crutches.
Lin Yunnuan hurriedly stepped forward, squatted down, picked up the crutches, and put his hands above his head.
The man above didn't take it for a long time.
She seemed to hear a sigh.
The crutch was taken over and an old, hoarse voice was heard at the same time.
"This tablet is now being wiped by you every day."
Lin Yunnuan nodded: "Yes.
Yiheng promised his grandmother that he would serve his second aunt for the rest of his life.
He is away on business, and as his wife, I should do this for him."
Mr.
Mu fell silent again.
After a long time, he walked out.
Lin Yunnuan respectfully sent him to the door.
The rain gradually subsided, and the row of pine trees in front of the door became more green.
Songhe Garden used to be lively and prosperous, but now there are only silent pines and cypresses, empty houses and cold rooms.
Old Master Mu suddenly turned around, the words were swirling on his lips, and he asked the question anyway.
"Is there something inside that box?
A small ebony box."
Lin Yunnuan's eyes froze, and he couldn't express what he felt in his heart.
Can she tell the truth?
When Mr.
Mu asked this question at this time, he didn't know how difficult it was to build his mind.
This is tantamount to showing his own weakness in front of a stranger with whom he is not very familiar.
He never said this to his son and wife, but he came to ask her Lin Yunnuan pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Back to the old man, the box is still there and well-preserved, which shows that my grandmother cherishes it very much.
The rest of the things in the box were sent to the palace, except for this A small wooden box, Yi Heng keeps it with him, wanting to keep it as a memory."
Mr.
Mu seemed to sigh softly.
He nodded and said nothing more.
In the rain and fog, his figure became fainter and fainter, and he gradually became invisible.
Lin Yunnuan held back tears and looked back, wiped the tablet and lit incense.
After tidying up the room some more, I went back to my Lanyuan.
After closing the door, she found a round box from the corner of the dowry, opened it, and took out the small ebony box inside.
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She couldn't bear it and showed the box to Mr.
Mu.
Inside was a crudely made gold hairpin, which was cut into pieces bit by bit with scissors.
I can still vaguely make out the original characters on the hairpin handle.
"Hold your hand and grow old together with me."
The person who had promised to spend a lifetime together had long since given up hope in this relationship.
How did Mrs.
Mu feel when she cut the golden hairpin into pieces?
If Mr.
Mu sees this thing, will he regret that he lost what he once loved for that vain reputation?
Lin Yunnuan was so sad that he couldn't think about it anymore.
There were noisy sounds outside.
Lin Yunnuan heard Yue Huan's trembling urgent call.
"Grandma, Grandma" "No, the eldest lady asked you to go.
The old lady is dead." gd1806102: