Chapter 423

There are two pieces of silver and a gilded magpie bead flower. Meiya has never seen this piece of jewelry since she came to Ning Guta, and it is so exquisite. It is very valuable at first sight. Meiya looks at the bead flower, which is really beautiful. She can't help but fall into her palm. She looks at it for a long time, and the more she looks at it, the better she looks, But since she got along with Zhong Mingwei, she began to care about the jewels and pearls consciously or unconsciously, but she was reluctant to spend money to buy them. So looking at the pearls at this time, she inevitably felt a bit moved. She compared the pearls head up and wanted to wear them, but she put them down again.

I don't know who lost it. I'm afraid I'm in a hurry?

Ah Chou turned the money bag over again and looked at it. At last, he saw a small word "Kong" under the money bag. Ah Chou was shocked. He suddenly remembered that there was a Kong bodyguard coming home the other day. She and Zhong Mingwei were taking a nap at that time, and asked casually. But she was sleeping in a daze, and did not ask which Kong bodyguard she was.

Is it Kong Wenmin or Kong Wenjie?

Ah Chou frowned. He couldn't figure it out. He didn't even think about it. Now he looked at the gilded magpie and the Pearl Flower. Then he put the Pearl Flower and silver into it.

I'll send it to you in a few days. It's really hard to visit in the Qingming Festival.

……

Jiasheng: Qingming, April 5, 2013.

"Come on, slow down, don't worry," Meiya helped Zhong Mingwei out of the house a little bit, and the yard began to melt snow. It was dirty and slippery. Meiya was afraid that Zhong Mingwei would fall. Zhong Mingwei had not fallen. She was sweating all over her face. "Don't step on the water, walk by the side."

"Don't trample on the water either," said Zhong Mingwei, looking at Meiya's Crimson cotton shoes soaked in the sewage, frowning, holding Meiya to his arms. "I can go. Don't be so nervous."

"I'm not nervous," said Meiya, looking up and smiling at Zhong Mingwei. "Mr. Gu is really a wonderful man. It's only a long time before you can go down. I'll see that you can go in three months."

"That also needs you to accompany me to come out to walk more, you always don't want to let me go out," Zhong Mingwei reluctantly led the lip, "otherwise I can be good one month."

"Not now. It's slippery. It's the same for you to practice your legs and feet in the room," said Meiya, who helped Zhong Mingwei to a chair and sat down, then took a pad to wipe Zhong Mingwei's sweat, and said, "sit here and I'll take out the sacrifice."

"All right, you go." Zhong Mingwei took over the veil and said to Meiya.

Now Meiya is so busy that she turns around and enters the room. Zhong Mingwei looks at the shabby table in front of her and the rough incense burner and candle on the top. She is a little distracted.

In the past years, the Qing and Ming dynasties also required sacrificial rites, but not at home, but to the imperial mausoleum. Zhong Zhiheng was too lazy to go, and the burden fell on his crown prince's shoulder. He would bathe in incense, eat vegetables and recite scriptures from the first three days. All the royal families buried in the imperial mausoleum naturally. Since entering the hall, he would begin to kowtow, kowtow all the way down, facing the ice blocks on the platform Cold memorial tablet, one day down, his forehead was bruised and swollen, then the next day he was in the attention of a group of courtiers, staring at the bruise on his forehead into and out of the palace, his heart could not say the trouble, but later also numb.

Today, he, the Phoenix son and dragon grandson, is going to perform sacrifice ceremony again, but this time, Meiya's father and mother are also his father and mother. He looks at the simple table and gently rubs his knee, feeling a little inexplicably warm. He turns his head to look at the house, and Meiya is coming out with several colors of fruits.

"I don't know how other people's houses offer sacrifices. I haven't seen any of them." Meiya took the fruit and put it on the table. She looked at Zhong Mingwei a little embarrassed. "This is the first sacrifice, and I bought some fruits that I think taste good. I don't know if they are in line with the rules."

"According to the rules, what you like to eat, your parents like to eat," said Zhong Mingwei, holding Meiya's hand. "Come on, girl, help me up."

"You don't have to get up, just sit down," Meiya said, holding Zhong Mingwei's hand in a hurry. "You don't need to do anything, just sit here..."