Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 272 Funeral
On the second day, Qin Yanfeng received two elegiac couplets from Yu Lantao and Duan Jinqiu in the mourning hall.

When Duan Jinqiu arrived in the capital, he was afraid of publicity, so he didn't dare to go to Yuguo's mansion, let alone return to Duan's mansion.

The last time I was in trouble, I was still in shock.With an idea, she asked Yu Lantao to meet her.It just so happened that Yu Lantao was afraid of Qin Yanfeng and didn't dare to go to mourn in person, so the two of them decided to write an elegiac couplet and asked the maid to send it to her.

These two people don't have much contact with each other usually, and it's because of Jiang Xian that they can talk together.

When they learned that Jiang Xian had passed away, the two were very sad.

Yu Lantao wiped the corners of her eyes, and said in a crying voice: "I knew for a long time that she would not live long. Her husband... is vicious, full of scheming, and will eat her up sooner or later."

Duan Jinqiu hesitated and shook his head, "Qin Yanfeng should have some genuine affection for her."

I heard from the maid who delivered the elegiac couplet that Qin Yanfeng had a sad face and was in limbo. He guarded the coffin all day and didn't care about eating or sleeping.

Yu Lantao didn't agree.

Her psychological shadow towards Qin Yanfeng has not dissipated.

The two talked about trivial things, and Yu Lantao said with emotion: "Ye Hexuan used to have a bad reputation in Beijing, and I thought she had a weird temper. It turns out that you can't trust your ears when you know someone. You only know when you get along with each other."

"Ye Hexuan..."

Duan Jinqiu's eyes rolled a few times, "Ye Hexuan has a weird temper."

Yu Lantao was not happy, "What do you mean by that?"

Duan Jinqiu said bluntly: "Ye Hexuan and I have been studying together since we were young. I know her temperament very well. I won't be afraid of you laughing if I say it. From the first time I saw Ye Hexuan today, I felt that she was not the real Ye Hexuan."

Yu Lantao's eyes widened, as if she didn't understand.

Duan Jinqiu cleared his throat and whispered, "I suspect... Ye Hexuan was bent over by a ghost."

The woman who gets along well with them is a wandering ghost wearing Ye Hexuan's painted skin.It's just that this ghost doesn't harm anyone, she is kind, considerate, virtuous and intelligent.Duan Jinqiu took a sip of slightly cold tea, and said in a deep voice, "So, she didn't really die, but went to the underworld to reincarnate."

"Ms. Lin mentioned it to me. If within one month after death, please ask the eminent master to induce the soul for seven to 49 days, maybe you can return the soul."

"Resurrection from the dead is unknown!"

Duan Jinqiu spoke clearly and logically, and Yu Lantao looked at her like a fool.Finally, he waved his hand, "I think you are learning embroidery and are confused."

The two got together for a while, and Duan Jinqiu was about to bid farewell and go back to Bozhou.

Yu Lantao wondered why she didn't go to Duan Shilang, but Duan Jinqiu smiled and said nothing.

Back to the old-fashioned Duan Shilang, there is no freedom.Duan Shilang will definitely urge her to marry and have children, and continue to be trapped in that deep house.

Duan Jinqiu is more willing to learn art seriously by Miss Lin's side than intrigue in the courtyard.Just like Jiang Xian said at the beginning, find her own life.

After the small funeral is the big funeral.The day of the burial was Lichun.Qin Yanfeng looked solemn, wearing a mourning gown with hemp cheeks, a white scarf on his head, and holding a spiritual tablet, he walked step by step to the Qin clan's tomb.

On the spiritual tablet was written "Xiansheng Xilian, the daughter-in-law of Jiang's family".

The characters in regular script are small, and they can't be read clearly unless they are carefully deciphered. No one can find out what's wrong.

Aunt Xu and Cui Nong wept uncontrollably, and sprinkled wads of paper money along the way to the sobbing funeral music.Paper money drifted away one after another, as if the whole city was mourning for it.

On this day, everyone knew that the young lady of the Duke Yu's mansion had passed away.

(End of this chapter)