Chapter 590: Looking sideways (Part 2)

Imperial Palace, Interior Government Office.

The Sixteenth Prince smiled and hurriedly ordered someone to go down and prepare tea.

The Ninth Prince raised his chin and looked at the Sixteenth Prince with a smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "Little Sixteen, don't do it, brother isn't you asking for tea. My brother originally wanted to live a two-year purity, but Xiao Sixteen and Cao Yong made his brother feel bad. Why do you say this? Is it to please the Emperor? Will the Sixteenth Brother use his brother to make a raft? Or is it that Cao Yong is thinking about the tea garden handed over by their family in the early years and use tea for fuss?"

The sixteenth prince listened, stepped forward and held the ninth prince's arm, invited him to the top, and said with a grievance: "Oh, my good brother, look at my brother's face turned yellow. If you don't say a few words of distress, you're wronged by your brother!"

When the Ninth Prince heard this, he was still waiting for him to say it again. Then the Sixteenth Prince said, "Brother Ninth Prince, it's just a bidding and playing a flower gun. The Ninth Prince's in-laws and disciples are both strong and afraid of this? To be honest, Brother Ninth Prince, that guy Cao Yong may have no strength in other conveniences. You don't know about him? The business in Daoxiang Village is booming, and the Nanhuo shop on the Thirteenth Brother is not just a daily profit, but also a prosperous business. This foreign trade to Eros is a hot business. Do you think he can come up with a good idea to make money?"

The Ninth Prince sat on the chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the Sixteenth Prince with a smile and said, "Don't fool me, let alone the transfer is not profitable. Will the 50,000 taels of silver guaranteed to participate in the bidding? Will the Interior Government Office spit it out? Everyone knows that the northwest military uses silver. Cao Yong figured out this method to cheat everyone's guaranteed.

The sixteenth prince waved his hand and said, "Brother Ninth, it would be great if it was just for the security of the money, and there was no need for the brother to be so tired. The 50,000 taels of silver was just afraid of raising the price. After the bidding was completed, the silver would have to be refunded. The real participation fee was only 3,000 taels of silver per household."

The Ninth Prince was always looking at the Sixteenth Prince's expression. Seeing that he was not a fake, he changed the topic and said, "Anyway, I can't afford to lose my face if I snatch food from my mouth. Little Sixteen, what is the lowest price for bidding for this? If my brother has meat, I will naturally not let my brother drink soup."

Upon hearing this, the sixteenth prince said bitterly: "Brother, this reserve price is decided by Emperor Ama before the bid on the first day of February next year. How can I know now?"

When the Ninth Prince was lifted out, his expression froze, staring at the Sixteenth Prince, his face unpredictable...

Gulou Street, Guanghua Temple.

Even though Cao Yong's original intention was to abandon the false liveliness and calmly treat Mr. Zhuang's funeral here, how many things are so satisfactory in this world?

Those relatives and friends who were moved by the news came to worship the sacrifice one after another.

Even if Cao Yong had no intention of socializing, he would not be rude, so he had to bite the bullet and socialize.

Fortunately, Li Wei and Jiang Jian were also taking care of the Guanghua Temple temple, and followed the Cao Mansion's manager to do a lot of work, which made Cao Yong feel more worried.

Even so, Cao Yong quickly lost weight, his eyes were sunken and his cheeks were thin.

It was fine when he went out to meet the mourning guest, but he calmed down his grief and nothing was left. When the guests left, he returned to the mourning hall, but often sat in front of the coffin in a daze.

Sitting all night is a common thing.

There was no crying, no magnificent sacrifice, but Cao Yong's sadness flowing from his heart could not be concealed.

Speaking of which, it is just four words, "like losing one's parents."

When Li Wei saw this, he thought that Cao Yong was a person with loyalty and affection; Jiang Jian's expression was quite complicated.

He entered the Cao family as Mu, and at this time, Mubin also had the intention of being half a teacher.

He was the one who entered Cao's mansion before Mr. Zhuang passed away, and he was still a little humiliated and reluctant at that time.

When Li Wei’s portrait of Cao Yong recommended him, Cao Yong said that he would obey the teacher’s wishes and declined politely.

When he arrived at the Cao family, he saw the courtesy of Mr. Zhuang, and his heart gradually calmed down.

This funeral was serious in Jiang Jian from beginning to end.

No one was neglected, and the Cao family was very heavy, as if they were not going to be a Western-style house, but a close relative and elder.

In addition to Cao Yong changing his mourning clothes and guarding the Guanghua Temple, Chu Yu also rushed over early in the morning every day to handle related matters until he returned until late.

When "receiving the third place", Cao Yin couldn't help but bring a few nephews to worship him. Even if there were several royal palaces, someone from the Duke's Mansion came to express his condolences.

"The First Seven", Chu Yu brought a few boys from the mansion to come. Tianyou, Hengsheng, Zuo Cheng, Zuo Zhen, and the four little guys changed into mourning clothes, lined up in front of the spirit, and kowtowed to Mr. Zhuang respectfully.

Except for the Cao family who are truly sad, the rest of the family is just because of Cao Yong's relationship.

After the "first seventh", there were more and more slingers.

Cao Yong wanted to see him at first, but later he was unable to socialize, so he had to quit his illness and asked Li Wei and the other two to take the Cao family's manager to socialize.

In fact, Monk Zhiran is also in Guanghua Temple.

He and the monks in the temple performed a ritual of salvation for Mr. Zhuang, without any combination of common things.

Li Wei had nothing to say and patted his chest to respond; Jiang Jian became a little cautious, paying attention to everyone he came into contact with to see if there were any grudges and disputes with Cao Yong.

Not to mention the come and go, let’s talk about Cao Yong. After suffering for more than ten days, he couldn’t hold on. He just felt his eyes were blurred and he was shaking when walking.

In his mind, he remembered what Mr. Zhuang said during his lifetime: "You must live a hundred years old and learn from Guo Ziyi, and your seven sons and eight sons-in-law are covered with scepters."

Mr. Zhuang's voice, appearance, smile and appearance are vivid in his mind, but he will never blame Cao Yong for being reckless here and should not be there anymore.

The mourning hall was empty, and Cao Yong sat alone in front of the spirit, and someone had someone set up a vegetarian meal.

He sat cross-legged behind the table, his back straight, holding a rice bowl in his hand, but tears fell from rain.

He used chopsticks to bring the rice into his mouth, but he felt bitter in his mouth and could not swallow it.

On the other side of the mourning hall, Chu Yu held Nuoniu's hand and looked at her husband's silhouette from afar, unable to hide his worry on his face.

She hesitated for a moment, leaned down and whispered a few words to Niu Niu.

Niu Niu nodded, put down Chu Yu's hand, and walked into the mourning hall with her calf.

Cao Yong's expression was dull. Although he heard the sound of footsteps, he did not look around.

"Brother..." Niu Niu walked closer, pulled Cao Yong's sleeve, and called pitifully.

Cao Yong turned his head and looked at Xiao Niu Niu.

Xiao Niu Niu, already raised her arms and wiped the tears from Cao Yong's face. She said with a little fear: "Brother is all cured, just don't be sick, don't be sick like my father..." In the end, she was already crying: "What should I do if that happens? No one loves Niu Niu anymore, Niu Niu is going to be sick too..."

These days, the only thing that has been so thin that Cao Yong is the only one who is Nuoniu.

The originally fat little face, after half a month of tossing, now Niu Niu has a pointed chin, and it looks like she has grown up several years.

Although Mr. Zhuang still has two daughters, he has been married for a long time. The only thing he loves the most is the old girl in front of him.

Cao Yong pulled her down, took a flower roll and gave it to her, and said, "I'm not sick, Niu Niu, don't be sick, grow up well, so that your father will love you so much."

Niu Niu is five years old and doesn't understand anything.

As a result, Hua Juan looked down and looked up, raised her head, and asked with red eyes: "Brother, my mother said that my father was sick, so she had to go into the big box and wait for Niu Niu to get back. However, some people said that he was dead... he would never come back. I miss my father, what should I do?"

For children, is it good to have a lie or really think about it?

Cao Yong is not a child expert, so he naturally will not discuss how it is from a theoretical perspective.

He tried his best to keep himself calm and said warmly: "Does Niu Niu know what death means? It's just that the gentleman is tired, so he goes to take a break first. You eat well and sleep well. If the gentleman misses you, he will come to see you in your dreams. In that way, you will see your father."

Before Niu Niu's tears were wiped, she had already changed her smile, her eyes were bright and she asked with joy: "Really? Dad really can come back to see Niu Niu?"

Cao Yong nodded vigorously, but felt a little sad.

These days, he always closes his eyes and faces Mr. Zhuang, but he falls deeply and does not see any dreams.

Niu Niu was still happy. Chu Yu stood on the other side of the mourning hall. Seeing her husband's haggard appearance, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Thinking of Mr. Zhuang's kindness, like a family in recent years, who would have thought that heaven and man would be separated forever?

Chu Yu's sorrow was also sincere and he kept wiping his tears with a veil.

At this moment, someone whispered: "Sister-in-law, brother, are you inside?"

It was Cao Song who arrived. He had not changed his guard uniform yet, so he thought he had just returned from work as a servant.

Chu Yu nodded, turned his head sideways, and pointed a little in front of the spirit.

Cao Song poked his head out and looked forward. He saw his brother and Niu Niu, one big and one small, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a flower roll in his hand, eating in big mouthfuls.

"Can brother eat? This, even if the temple is not easy to get meat, I have to make some good dishes." Cao Song was a little surprised and said, "I'll let people get the dishes."

Chu Yu dissuaded him and said, "Second brother, I have let people hang ginseng porridge, and I have already put it in. That thing is cheaper."

West of the city, Cao Mansion, Lanyuan.

Li leaned against the kang, looking at the youngest son in the cradle, thinking about the eldest son who was guarding the Guanghua Temple, he couldn't help but feel a little worried and sighed heavily.

A few days ago, she also visited Guanghua Temple and saw her eldest son's haggard appearance.

Although the woman is kind, she is also a little sad about Mr. Zhuang's transformation. However, it is because of the difference between being close and alienating, but she still feels more sorry for her son.

In private, she even told Cao Yin that he would persuade his son.

Cao Yin was speechless.

It just so happened that Zhao Jia was visiting and was sitting on the other side of the kang table. There was a sentence, each sentence was about Su Xin talking about the affairs in the palace.
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