Chapter 4212

Qin Wuyan's voice was very low, and his tone was gentle: "You can do whatever you say, and follow your request. I will let someone do it."

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at Qin Wuyan: "Thank you."

This "thank you" is simply ironic.

Zhuang Qingyun cupped his hands: "Madam, I'm going to arrange the funeral of the young master, you should have a good rest."

Qin Wuyan stood by Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, but Zhuang Xiaoyu struggled to sit up: "I will take care of my brother's funeral, so help me up."

Qin Wuyan had no choice but to carry her into the wheelchair: "Don't worry too much, Qingyun has always been reliable in doing things, and there will be no mistakes."

"Always reliable?" Zhuang Xiaoyu's tone was full of undisguised mockery: "If it is true that there will be no mistakes, why did you find my brother until now?"

Qin Wuyan frowned vigilantly: "Xiao Yu, what do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing interesting." Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her hands to cover her face, hiding the sadness in her eyes: "It's my fault, if I'd recognized my brother the first time I saw him, he wouldn't be so hurt later. It's been a lot of torture."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be comforting himself: "It's fine to just pass away like this, and it will save you from living a life that is worse than death."

Zhuang Xiaoyu murmured in a low voice: "It's fine to die like this, it's fine to die like this!"

That way pigs and dogs are worse off alive than dead.

There is no need to worry about what kind of inhuman torture he lives all day long.

She said in a low voice, as if she was trying to comfort herself, but her voice became more and more sad: "If there is really a next life in this world, then give back what should be returned to others, and be a good person!"

Qin Wuyan didn't know how to persuade her. There are some pains and pains in this world that outsiders can't bear. They can only bear and accept them by themselves, and then, step by step, get out of the sadness.

Zhuang Xiaoyu took a deep breath and watched as Zhuang Minghao was cleaned, bandaged all the wounds on his body that he couldn't bear to look at directly, put on a brand new shroud, and was put into a high-quality coffin.

The entire priest's residence, except for the bright red silk cloth and lanterns hanging on the door of Zhuang Huaisen's bedroom, was replaced with white silk cloth and lanterns.

The servants in the mansion wore white cuffs on their arms, mourning banners were erected in the coffin shed, Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Xiaoyu were both wearing white filial robes, no matter where they went, there was a dead atmosphere.

Compared with when Zhuang Mingyan passed away, the servants in the mansion didn't seem to care about Zhuang Minghao's death at all, not even anyone pretending to cry.

The nurse knelt on the futon, tears streaming down her face, but she was not crying for Zhuang Minghao, but for Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Even the woman that Zhuang Minghao had kept in the house before heard that Zhuang Minghao had passed away, she didn't feel sad at all, and she was even afraid of avoiding it, afraid of getting involved with Zhuang Minghao.

Although Yu Sui had a broken leg, she also limped on crutches to accompany Zhuang Xiaoyu to keep watch.

It's okay to stay for one night or two nights, it's winter, the sky is freezing, no amount of charcoal fire can withstand the severe cold in the coffin shed in the middle of the night, Qin Wuyan is by Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, and has to deal with the internal affairs of the acting priest , too busy to separate oneself from one another.

In particular, seeing the things that Zhuang Huaisen has dealt with, such as disregarding human life, taking money and breaking the law, covering up his son who has done all kinds of bad things, and showing contempt for the people, all the things recorded in the piles of official documents and internal affairs reviews Clearly, the more he looked at it, the angrier he felt...