The black shroud was decorated with white chrysanthemums, like hands with teeth and claws, grabbed into Jiang Xixi's heart, she held her breath, "Are you Mrs.
Dong?"
” The old woman moved her shriveled lips, her mouth suddenly turned into a black hole the size of a fist, she tried her best, and shouted two words at Jiang Xixi hoarsely: "Help me" Jiang Xixi was stunned for a moment, not knowing what she meant by her brainless words, so she only asked her, "How did you die?"
Who killed him?
” The old woman in black looked stunned, her empty eyes were painted with a heavy hatred, she slowly turned her head, and her gaze drifted to the middle wing in the inner courtyard, the wing where Dong Zongyuan lived.
"You were really murdered by your own son?"
Jiang Xixi's heart seemed to be blocked by a large ball of cotton, and it was very stuffy.
The old woman didn't speak, but two bloody tears suddenly fell from her eyes, and the red blood, under the reflection of the moonlight, became black, sad and terrifying.
Jiang Xixi was horrified in her heart, her body shook violently, but she walked towards the old lady Dong unconsciously, her hands clenched into fists, and she approached the figure standing in the moonlight step by step, and said word by word, "Tell me the truth, maybe I can help you." ” The old woman's lips were slightly pursed, her eyes focused on Jiang Xixi's face, and Jiang Xixi's cold hair stood up.
But just as she was about to tell the truth that weighed on her heart and crushed her, her body suddenly tensed straight, and a red silk passed through the back of her heart to her sternum, and then, her whole body curled up, like a withered autumn leaf in the wind, and was dragged into the endless darkness behind her.
Jiang Xixi saw that the old woman was pulled away by the red silk, her heart jumped, she didn't have time to react, she raised her feet and followed, but what was waiting for her was only a dark night, so dark, just like the secret hidden in the Dong family, she couldn't see the light, she didn't dare to see the light After a long time, she let out a heavy sigh from the bottom of her heart: Don't worry, I will help you.
The paper money braving the sparks was like a flaming butterfly flying in the air, and when the Dong family saw the paper money ignited, they all crouched in front of Mrs.
Dong's grave and cried loudly, grieving abnormally.
Suddenly, as promised, all the sparks were extinguished, and the paper money slowly fell from the sky and turned into puddles of ashes on the grave.
The crying stopped abruptly, and the servants looked at each other for a long time, and all looked at Dong Zongyuan at the front: I saw him raise his body slightly, staring at the tombstone made of white marble with wide eyes, and his body shook unobeyedly.
"Official."
Mrs.
Dong grabbed his hand, looked firmly into his eyes, and nodded lightly at Dong Zongyuan.
Her calm posture made Dong Zongyuan also calm down, and for a moment, he even suspected that she already knew what she had done, otherwise, how could she look at herself with such a compassionate gaze that understood everything.
He blinked at her reluctantly, and then instructed the servants behind him, "Maybe the wind and sand are strong enough to extinguish the fire, you burn some more paper money, don't miss the hour and delay the old lady on the road." ” The servants answered, and hurriedly took a few more strings of paper money and walked to the grave, and then blew the fire and leaned down.
However, the fire fold pulled a few times in the paper money, but there was still no spark, and the pile of paper money was quietly spread on the ground as if it were dead, motionless.
The servant who lit the fire of the "Young Master" was a little frightened, and turned his head tremblingly, looking at Dong Zongyuan, waiting for his instructions.
Dong Zongyuan's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, he grabbed Mrs.
Dong's hand tightly, and clutched the weak and boneless little hand in the palm of his hand, as if it was his only reliance.
"Official, the weather is different today, why don't we go back first and come back another day to worship our mother."
Mrs.
Dong grabbed his slightly trembling shoulder with her other hand and lifted him from the ground.
Her voice was soft and gentle, but Dong Zongyuan nodded desperately at her with the last bit of strength as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
The two supported each other, walked through the crowd behind them, and walked towards the outside of the cemetery.
But they didn't go far, the two of them were blocked by several figures, Dong Zongyuan raised his head, looked at the person standing at the front in a dark official uniform, and his eyes showed a little panic, "Lord Cheng Cheng, why did you come here?"
” Cheng Muyou noticed the change in his expression, so he took a step forward, his gaze crossed Dong Zongyuan's forehead and shoulders and fell to the magnificent new grave behind, "Xin'an Mansion received a report from others that the cause of Old Madam Dong's death was suspicious, so I came to Yushan Village to find out about it." ” Hearing this, Dong Zongyuan's face turned pale, "But my mother has already been buried in the ground, can't the adult open the coffin for an autopsy?"
” Cheng Muyou still didn't look at him, but his voice was a little lower, "If Mrs.
Dong was really victimized by a traitor, I'm afraid that even if she lies in a coffin made of gold, she won't live in peace, Dong Gongzi is a filial son, and he shouldn't want his mother to die blindly, right?"
” After speaking, he pushed away Dong Zongyuan, who had a pale face, and strode towards the newly erected tomb, and after standing still, he squinted his eyes and stared at the elegant stone tablet for a while, and then waved his arm and shouted at the official behind him, "Get up the coffin." ” After digging for half a morning, the coffin of the huge golden silk nanmu was finally seen again in the exclamations of the onlookers.
Cheng Muyou nodded at Jiang Xixi, and she walked over with understanding, and ordered the officials to pry the lid of the coffin open.
But as soon as the shovel was used, Mrs.
Dong came over, crawled at Cheng Muyou's feet, grabbed his trouser legs with both hands, and cried and said, "Master Cheng, everyone has already fallen into the ground, you dig it out again, this is not only a great disrespect to your mother, but also a bad feng shui of the Dong family, you may bear this loss?"
You're the county magistrate of Sin'anseong, but you can't bully people at will. ” Cheng Muyou glanced at the woman in filial piety clothes, and replied lightly, "If Mrs.
Dong really died of illness, then all the responsibilities are willing to be borne by one person, and will never shirk, so Mrs.
Dong is still satisfied?"
” His words were very light, but they carried a lot of weight, Mrs.
Dong raised her little face covered with tears, and let go of her hand little by little, "My lord's words, all the villagers present have heard it, if the people girl stops it again, it will be unreasonable."
I hope that adults will remember this sentence and don't break their promises in the future. ” Cheng Muyou no longer looked at her, moved his gaze to the huge coffin, and quietly said to the officials, "Open the coffin and conduct an autopsy." ”