Burying Father

Author: Sigui Beihong

Burying Father

Mo Yunxiao stepped out of the sedan, looked up and saw the door plaque of the Zeng family. She suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Although she knew that the previous Mo Yunxiao would never have such emotions. She was an extremely

A confident person is confident enough to expose his weaknesses to anyone without feeling ashamed.

She looked back at Yunxiang, Yunxi, Zhang Yun'er and Li Xianmo behind her. Their clothes were shabby, their hair was messy, and their faces were streaked with plaster. They were extremely embarrassed. And she herself was the same.

At this moment, the gate of Zeng Mansion opened, and Wei Wan stepped out of the threshold first and walked quickly down the stone steps.

"He Lu!" "Yu Ru!" The two women's hands were clasped together. "He Lu, you have suffered!" Mrs. Wei choked and said, then she turned around and asked to take the Mo family out of prison.

Granny Kang: "Why don't you change clothes with my sister?"

Grandma Kang was very embarrassed and said: "Madam, there are only men in prison, I'm afraid it's inappropriate."

When Mrs. Wei thought it was true, she said to Mo Yunxiao: "I have pity on my sister, come in quickly, I have prepared wine for you. Let's have a good drink today!"

Mo Yunxiao shook his head with a smile and said, "I understand Yu Ru's intention, but now is not the time."

Mrs. Wei glanced sideways at a coffin, and then realized that Mo Chenglin was dead. Today, all the Mo family members are wearing filial piety. She felt that she had made a mistake, so she walked to the coffin, bowed, and said to Zhang Yun'er beside her:

"Second Grandma, the funeral should be held at my house."

"Ouch! This is..." Zhang Yuner's original intention was the same. She was about to say a few polite words before agreeing, but unexpectedly, Li Xianchou beat her to it: "This is not good."

Li Xianmo came forward to meet Li and said, "Having the funeral of our Mo family in the Zeng family will bring bad luck. Mrs. Wei treats us well, how can she bear to do harm to us?"

Mrs. Wei smiled and said: "I never believe in bad luck or not. Now that the Minglou is gone, the two grandmothers and three sisters have no place to live, how can we hold the funeral? Are you going to keep your old man from being buried for a long time?"

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"This..." Li Xianmo was worried and asked again: "I wonder if Mr. Zeng knows about this?"

Mrs. Wei smiled and said: "This is exactly what my master asked me to do."

"Oh." Li Xianmo nodded repeatedly, pondered for a while, and then said: "We are all women, and we have already been confused when encountering such a disaster. Let's do everything as Mrs. Wei said."

Mrs. Wei nodded and invited the Mo family into her home. The coffin was also placed in the backyard. Then she prepared plain mourning clothes and set up a mourning hall in the lobby of the Zeng family. If Mrs. Wei didn't think it was enough, she also went to the Daxiangguo Temple.

Three hundred monks were invited to recite the Rebirth Mantra, and another five hundred dollars of sesame oil was spent to reshape the golden body of the Bodhisattva in Daxiangguo Temple.

However, although the funeral was held in a lively manner in the mansion, very few people came to express their condolences. Those who came were all Zeng Bu's colleagues, but no friends of the Mo family from the past were seen.

The reason is self-evident. Now that the Mo family is in trouble, no one wants to be implicated. But for Mo Yunxiao, this is a good thing. She doesn't know these people anyway. From now on, she can justifiably not associate with these people.

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"Huh! None of the friends Dalang usually makes are here at this time." Zhang Yun'er sat on the chair and said rather unfairly: "It's true that people's hearts are separated from each other."

At this moment, a servant came to report: "The Song family sisters and brothers from Fanlou have come to express their condolences."

"Oh?" Mo Yunxiao, who was kneeling in front of the soul to see his father off, was surprised and said quickly: "Please invite them in quickly."

Sister-in-law Song Wu and Song Mingxuan came quickly. The siblings' eyes were red and swollen, their faces were haggard, and they looked tired. They must have been worried about the Mo family's affairs.

Zhang Yun'er hurriedly stepped forward to greet her and said, "Oh, it's a kiss after all. No one else came, but the Song family's sister-in-law and Jiaxing came anyway."

Sister-in-law Song glanced at Mo Yunxiao, who was kneeling, and Yunxiang and Yunxi, who were sitting on both sides crying. She also looked at her nose and hurriedly held Zhang Yun'er's somewhat cold hand and said, "I'm sorry to make you sad, Second Grandma. What a disaster."

Blessings are unpredictable."

Mrs. Wei saw Song Mingxuan at a glance, walked over and said, "Are you Song Mingxuan?"

"It's true that I was born late," he replied.

Mrs. Wei looked him over and said with a sneer: "He is indeed a talented person. He indeed has the courage to back out of our marriage to He Lu."

Song Mingxuan was inexplicably embarrassed, so he could only lower his head and say: "I'm ashamed. I am not blessed to be born late, and I am not worthy of Lotus Dew."

"Humph! What a blessing." Mrs. Wei said: "Then you know that since you broke off the engagement, He Lu's temperament has changed drastically and she has become thinner day by day? Where has her former heroic spirit gone?"

Song Mingxuan glanced at Mo Yunxiao, and Mo Yunxiao also looked at him eagerly. His heart trembled, and he quickly looked away and said: "Mrs. Wei, I know that I am sorry for He Lu, so I am here with my sister.

Fan Lou held a banquet for the guests and solemnly apologized to He Lu."

"Huh!" Mrs. Wei turned around, sat back and said, "So you have to stay out of the matter?"

"No, no, no! I will try my best to make up for it." He explained quickly, very hastily and panicked.

Sister-in-law Song Wu rushed to help her brother out, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Wei, our family is really not worthy of a child as good as He Lu. I also asked Jiaxing to swear that in the future, I will treat He Lu as my own sister and take good care of him."

.As a sister, I can relax a little."

Mrs. Wei glanced sideways at Mo Yunxiao, and saw that she was still looking at Song Mingxuan like a trance. She sighed: "I am such a good girl, but I have suffered one after another. Alas, Song Mingxuan said that he is not lucky, in my opinion

, his blessings are much thicker than Helu."

Sister-in-law Song Wu smiled awkwardly and said: "As the old saying goes, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have good fortune in the future. He Lu is kind-hearted and likes to fight against injustice, so he will be protected by gods and Buddhas."

After she finished speaking, she quickly ordered Song Mingxuan: "Why don't you go kowtow to your Uncle Mo?"

"Yes." Song Mingxuan responded, knelt down in front of the mourning hall, kowtowed three times solemnly, and said, 'Uncle Mo, Jiaxing has come to see you.'

Mo Yunxiao knelt diagonally opposite him and looked at him. She was also looking at him with tears in her eyes.

When Song Mingxuan raised his head, his eyes met Mo Yunxiao's, and he felt infinite regret in his heart.

"He Lu, I..." Song Mingxuan didn't know what to say, so he could only say what he said when attending a funeral: "I made you sad."

"No, you didn't make me sad." Mo Yunxiao said with tears, "I made myself sad."

"Daddy! Daddy!" Several screams came from outside the door. Everyone looked for the sound and found that it was Mo Yunze who had barged in. The servant at the door did not recognize him and tried his best to stop him.

But Mrs. Wei recognized him at a glance, and Gao Sheng shouted: "This is a junior official of the Mo family, don't neglect him."

When the servants heard this, they stopped fighting and hurriedly came to salute. But Mo Yunze didn't care about them. He rushed in, knelt down in front of his father's mourning hall, and cried out in sorrow: "Dad! When you are an unfilial son,

The rain is back!"

He knelt on the ground and kept beating the ground with his fists, crying and whimpering, which made people sad.

Li Xianmo wiped away his tears with a handkerchief and said, "Yunxiang, Yunxi, go help Shiyu up."

So the two girls stood up and held Mo Yunze's arms from both sides. Yunxi said, "Brother, don't be too sad and hurt yourself."

Mo Yunze burst into tears and choked up: "I was studying in Taixue, and suddenly I was imprisoned and said that my father was a fugitive. When I came back today, I didn't expect that my father had passed away. How could I not be sad?

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Zhang Yun'er also felt sad after hearing this, and said hurriedly: "Your father should be relieved to see you come back safely. You should get up and rest quickly."

He then stood up with the help of Yunxiang and Yuxi. Mrs. Wei had already added a seat for him, where he could sit down and relax.

The funeral was held with great fanfare. Zeng Bu and his wife specially bought a piece of land with excellent Feng Shui in a cemetery outside the city and buried Mo Chenglin.

However, although Mo Chenglin was buried, the children of the Mo family still had to observe filial piety. This had a huge impact on Mo Yunze in particular. Because of filial piety, he would not be able to take part in next year's exam.

For this reason, Mrs. Wei often comforted him. "Today's officialdom is dominated by Xiaoxiao, which is no better than before."

That day at the dinner table, Zeng Bu still held his hand and said: "The old man is also struggling to survive and is in panic all day long. Shigure, you are still young. If our official family can use people's wisdom, there will be dark clouds in three years."

After all, it will not be too late for you to take the exam again."

Mo Yunze forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Privy Councilor Zeng, for your explanation. Shigure will remember it."

Zhang Yun'er sighed and said: "If you ask me, there is no need to take the imperial examination. Shigure, wasn't it the people in the government who killed your father? Are you still going to be with them?"

Li Xianmo coughed hurriedly and reminded her not to talk nonsense.

Zhang Yun'er glanced at Zeng Bu and Mrs. Wei, and said with an apologetic smile: "Oh, I'm a woman, I don't know how to speak, I offended Master Zeng, slap me! slap me!"

As she spoke, she lightly slapped her mouth with her hand. "Mom!" Mo Yunxiang was a little embarrassed and hurriedly pulled her away. Li Xianchu also felt her face was burning and cast a rather contemptuous look at Zhang Yun'er.

Zeng Bu smiled faintly and said, "My second grandma is not wrong, but matters in the officialdom are intricate and complicated, and it is difficult to decide between right and wrong. We won't talk about that today." After he finished speaking, he turned his head to the servants beside him.

After whispering a few words, the servant responded and turned around.

Zeng Bu added: "A few days ago, the official gave me a painting. This young official of ours is a romantic man. He is good at calligraphy, painting, poetry, and Cuju tea. It is rare for everyone to get together today, so we might as well enjoy it together."

How about it?"

Li Xianmo said with a smile: "We are all ordinary people, but we can also see the calligraphy of officials. How lucky it is. It's just that for half of my life, I only know how to eat fast and chant Buddha, but I am not very proficient in calligraphy and painting. Our family has this

A few children don't have that knowledge, so I'm afraid they won't understand the official's clever writing, which will make them laugh at the generosity."

"Third grandma is humble." Mrs. Wei said with a smile: "I don't understand calligraphy and painting, and neither does my husband. Let's just take a look. It's just to relieve our boredom."

While talking, the servant had already taken the painting tube and carefully took out the painting. When the scroll was unfolded, there was a "crash" sound and the scroll fell to the ground.

Everyone took a quick look and saw that the painting was very elegant. Waterfalls were rushing down from the mountains, mist was lingering, streams were gurgling, and strange rocks were protruding. A young scholar was sitting on a high stone by the stream, playing the piano with both hands.

, looking very happy.

"Good painting, really good painting." Mo Yunze couldn't help but admire: "The officials are indeed talented people, very good at this art."

Mo Yunxiang and Zhang Yun'er didn't know what was going on. They glanced at it and continued to eat without commenting. Mo Yunxi frowned and looked at it, as if he found the painting very confusing.

Zeng Bu glanced at Mo Yunze and said with a smile: "Yes. Officials are smart and can learn everything quickly. If officials can concentrate on government affairs, it will be a blessing to the people. If they indulge in calligraphy and painting, I'm afraid..."

He didn't say any more, but everyone understood what he meant. Seeing her husband's worried expression, Mrs. Wei poured him a glass of wine and said with a smile: "That's why the master should always advise and assist the officials and the emperor."
To be continued...