The night was very quiet, and the wind was loud, blowing out the candles in the lobby...
A black shadow flashed quickly from the long corridor outside the hall door, and quickly disappeared from the sight of the servants. The night watchman rubbed his eyes and looked at the door again, but found nothing.
He glanced at the flickering candle, thinking that he might be dazzled.
In the guest room, Hu Yueqing, the young lady of the Hu family, is counting the cards, listening to the butler's report on what happened today, and setting out tasks for tomorrow.
In the study room, Chu Chusheng, the young patriarch of the Chu family, was weeping silently in front of a painting, distraught in grief in the dead of night.
In the master bedroom in the front hall, a strong smell of Chinese medicine wafted from the room.
Holding the bowl, Sun Qing told the pretty girl at the door: "Sister Yuehua, madam's illness is a heart disease, and heart disease requires heart medicine. It's not easy to get better just by taking these medicines. Please relieve madam."
Yuehua was worried: "I know, but the Patriarch has already persuaded everything that should be persuaded. If Madam gets better, I am afraid that only the young master will appear in front of Madam alive."
The two sighed for a while, chatted for a while, one went to the pharmacy, and the other went to the kitchen.
In the bedroom.
The head of the Chu family sat on the edge of the bed, holding Mrs. Chu's hand, looking at his dying wife, his heart was pierced like a knife.
"Didn't you say you want to wait for Chuyan to come back?" Patriarch Chu pushed the hair from Madam Chu's forehead: "Then you also have to take good care of your body.
If you are not in good health and Chuyan can't see you when you come back, what kind of guilt will this child feel? "
Mrs. Chu was coughing weakly, gasping for breath, her breath was like a thread: "That child Mo'er is gone, and now even Yan'er is gone..."
Madam Chu's tears dripped down from the corner of her eyes: "A few days ago, it seems that a lot of people came to the mansion, right?"
"There is no one in the house, you heard wrong."
"Have you held a funeral for Yan'er?"
"No, we are just like you, waiting for Yan'er to come back."
"Why do you lie to me like this?" Mrs. Chu has always been a wise person, "Although I can't get up in bed, I'm not blind or deaf.
I can hear the footsteps coming and going.
It doesn’t matter if the funeral is held, keep a good vigil, and if something happens to my son, I’ll go to bliss as soon as possible..."
As he spoke, there was another series of coughing sounds, scaring Patriarch Chu not knowing what to do.
Mo Chengyue was dressed in night clothes, with a black scarf covering her face, only showing a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes. Hearing this, she chuckled lightly.
Sensing someone, Patriarch Chu turned his head suddenly, and saw that Mo Chengyue had already stood behind him at some point, and was about to get a weapon, but was stopped by Mo Chengyue raising his hand: "Patriarch, don't be so afraid, I will Here, I just want to send you a message, without any malice."
The head of the Chu family asked: "Who are you? Why are you sneaking around without revealing your true face?"
Patriarch Chu was terrified in his heart, the guards of the Chu Mansion were fairly strict, and there were funerals in the mansion these few days, although there were not many people coming and going, but the whole mansion was like daytime, and the servants took turns.
The man suddenly came to their master bedroom without alarming anyone, even him, he didn't notice it, so he must have done a good job.
Mo Chengyue glanced at the sickly Mrs. Chu who was lying on the bed: "Madam is kind-hearted, there must be future blessings, Madam guessed right, Young Master Chu is still staying in the forbidden area.
Be sure to wait a little longer, it will probably come out in about a month.
Ma'am needn't be like that. "