Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly opened his eyes, only to realize that he had a nightmare. Outside the gauze tent, the luminous pearl hairpin was emitting a pale light.

Zhuang Xiaoyu wiped his forehead, his black hair was wet with cold sweat, and his clothes were also soaked.

The pillow was still empty, Qin Wuyan did not come back.

Zhuang Xiaoyu sat up, put on her clothes and cloak, and went to find the nurse, "I want to go out for a while, please accompany me."

The nurse looked at the sky outside, and originally planned to persuade her, but when she looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu, all the words she wanted to say were blocked in her throat.

The nurse asked: "Miss, where do you want to go in the middle of the night?"

"Go and see my brother." Zhuang Xiaoyu's face was calm, as if he was saying whether to eat steamed buns or rice today.

The nurse was startled, "Go, see the young master?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Xiaoyu said, "I dreamed about him."

The common people of Yuecheng especially believed in ghosts and gods. Zhuang Minghao had just been buried, and he was not over seven days old. It was the time when the yin energy was at its heaviest, and no one wanted to approach him.

The nurse didn't want to go at first, but when she saw Zhuang Xiaoyu's appearance, her heart skipped a beat, she thought that she was already a long time old, she would die at worst, it was just a life anyway, it was no big deal.

Think of it as risking your life to accompany the eldest lady, the nanny tidied up quickly, prepared the stove, and helped Zhuang Xiaoyu to go out.

In the middle of the night, the guards outside the yard were alarmed. Seeing that Zhuang Xiaoyu had to go out at such a late hour, he was naturally worried and wanted to go with Zhuang Xiaoyu.

The wet nurse wished that these people would follow, and if there were more people, they would be fatter.

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't stop her, so she took these guards with her. The housekeeper got up overnight, and when he heard that Zhuang Xiaoyu was going to visit Zhuang Minghao in the cemetery, he felt his scalp tingle, but he couldn't hold back Zhuang Xiaoyu, so he had to prepare a carriage for her. To go with her.

Zhuang Xiaoyu refused, because there is still his father in the mansion, and he can't leave him for a while, so Zhuang Xiaoyu asked the housekeeper to stay in the mansion, and took the nurse with him.

Fearing that Zhuang Minghao would end up with no bones left like Zhuang Mingyan, Zhuang Xiaoyu originally planned to cremate Zhuang Minghao and put the ashes in a jar.

But because Zhuang Minghao's body was disabled and he lost his tongue, he couldn't be regarded as a complete person, so he had to be buried in the ground instead of cremated.

Moreover, the place chosen was not a special geomantic treasure, but the farmer was in a village on the outskirts of the city, so as not to be stolen by the enemy.

The carriage traveled all the way, the night was cold and quiet, the sky was pitch black, like a black hole with no end in sight.

The guards on horseback held two lanterns in their hands, and the sound of the wheels and the sound of horseshoes was very loud at night.

Zhuang Xiaoyu sat by the door of the carriage, looking out through the curtain blown by the night wind, as if looking at a void.

Occasionally, trees and jungles pass by on both sides of the official road.

I don't know how long it took, but finally arrived at the Zhuang's farm, the guard opened the door, the nanny helped Zhuang Xiaoyu in, and then heard the loud snoring of the old man guarding the tomb.

There was no fire in the house, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air.

The old man guarding the tomb probably fell asleep after drinking, and the stove that was burning in the firewood house had lost any heat.

Zhuang Xiaoyu took out the incense and paper money prepared by the housekeeper, put incense on the grave, burned the paper money, and whispered to Zhuang Minghao: "Brother, I've been looking for you for so long, and it's my fault that I didn't recognize you. It wasn't on purpose, and I don't believe that you would blame me so much in your dream, I am the sister you loved since childhood, but I have never done anything for you, sorry, I am so useless!"