"Go with me." Mrs. Bai ordered Madam Yuan, and then turned around and ordered Sang Ye and Tao Ye, "Open the lights, you can rest."

Sang Ye and Tao Ye responded and handed the cloak to Madam Yuan. Madam Yuan served Mrs. Bai put on the cloak, and did not carry the lantern. She went forward to support Mrs. Bai, left the upper room, turned into the back garden, walked out of the corner door of the back garden, and walked along the corridor to enter a small warming pavilion next to a bamboo forest in the back garden.

Madam Yuan took out the key from her waist, opened the lock, pushed open the door of the warm cabinet, and asked Mrs. Bai to go in. She followed her in and closed the door with her backhand. She touched the scythe and velvet on the altar next to her, and fired, lit the candle on the altar.

The windows and doors were covered with a tight warm cushion, and there was only one altar and two cushions in front of the altar. Above the altar, there was a portrait hanging, on which was a little girl, holding a whisk in the other hand, and was smiling brightly as she teased the two cats on the ground, one black and one white.

Madam Yuan looked up at the portrait, her eyes were a little wet, she lowered her head and wiped her tears, stepped forward and twisted three incense sticks, lit it, and handed it to Mrs. Bai.

Mrs. Bai inserted the incense into the incense burner in front of the portrait, looked up at the portrait, as if she was gossiping, "Ayun, she died, she was poisoned by her own son, a bowl of poisoned wine. You are right, she has committed too many evils, sooner or later, you really let you talk, Ah Mom finally saw it alive, she saw it for you, she can't die well. It's enough for Ah Mom to see that she can't die well, she can't die well, he can't die well. Ah Mom, Ah Mom is still regretting it today, you say it's your own decision, it's not about Ah Mom's business..."

Mrs. Bai paused for a moment and sighed, "Not to mention these useless things, you have been away for so many years. The monk said that you have passed away and have passed away long ago, but my mother... I didn't see them dead with my own eyes, so my mother just couldn't let go. My mother is not as good as your father. Fortunately, my mother saw it, and in the future, my mother will not disturb you. You can live well, just how well you live."

Mrs. Bai moved, leaned against the altar, reached out to touch the girl's skirt on the portrait, and was gentle as if stroking her daughter's tender cheeks.

Madam Yuan stood behind, wiped her tears hand by hand.

After a while, Mrs. Bai took two steps back, looked up at the portrait, sighed, and ordered: "Let's put away this portrait tomorrow, put it in the big cabinet in my room, and take it with me when I leave, open the doors and windows in this warm room, and arrange it as before."

"Yes." Madam Yuan agreed quietly.

This warm pavilion was the favorite place for girls when they were at home. They sat here with this book in their arms and saw that they had been there for most of the day...

Madam Yuan helped Mrs. Bai out of the warm pavilion. Mrs. Bai tightened her cloak, "I can't sleep, so I'll ask Brother Ying to come and let him accompany me to walk in this garden."

Madam Yuan agreed and called the old lady on duty to invite the eldest son.

Ji Shuying rushed over quickly. Under the light, she saw the grandmother calm and her eyebrows were sparse, and she breathed a sigh of relief, "Grandmother, my father is there, I said I want to see you."

"I won't see him." Mrs. Bai stood up and turned to Madam Yuan, "Just Ying'er just accompany me. You go and tell Brother Ying'er's father. I don't want to see him tonight, so let him go back and rest. I don't know how much is going to happen tomorrow. He has to keep up."

Madam Yuan agreed to go. Old Mrs. Bai looked at Ji Shuying with an inexplicable look and raised her hand to pat him, "Go to visit the garden with the grandmother."

"Grandma, what happened?" Ji Shuying stepped forward and helped Mrs. Bai and asked uneasily.

At the middle of the night, the grandmother wanted to visit the garden. My father was meeting the grandmother. Seeing this, not only did something wrong, but it was a big deal.

"Concubine Zhou is dead." Mrs. Bai seemed to be saying that the weather is good today.

Ji Shuying was shocked, "The grandmother said... Concubine Zhou? How could she die? She really died?"

"Well, I just died, and I was killed by the old man with a bowl of poison. Oh, I really do my own fault and cannot survive." Mrs. Bai's tone was as calm and casual as before. Ji Shuying was shocked and tripped under her feet, "Grandma?"

"It's all true, the grandmother didn't talk to her sleep." Old Mrs. Bai raised her hand and waved it in front of Ji Shuying, "You didn't dream either."

"How is this possible? The uncle poisoned the imperial concubine to death? He was crazy?" Ji Shuying couldn't understand this matter. The imperial concubine was the grandfather's mother, the grandfather and the fourth prince were the treasures in her heart. The grandfather poisoned the imperial concubine to death? This was so ridiculous that he could not even dare to think about it.

"Well, the concubine was born and raised by two debt-collection madmen. Let's not talk about this, look at how beautiful the scenery of our garden is." Mrs. Bai patted Ji Shuying and signaled him to see the scenery.

"When your aunt was at home, she liked to go shopping under the moon and say something poetic and picturesque." Mrs. Bai smiled, "The little girl will make trouble. Your Weng and Weng are compliments on the scenery in her heart, and she will really spoil her."

Ji Shuying felt sad when she heard Mrs. Bai mention her aunt, and hurriedly calmed down. She temporarily got rid of the shocking and unimaginable thing about the uncle poisoning and killing the imperial concubine. She focused on her grandmother and focused on talking to the grandmother. "I also think it's best to go shopping in the garden under the moon."

"Do you think this garden is the best under the moon?" Mrs. Bai smiled, "No wonder your aunt loves you the most, you also look like her the most, and you are a little slanderous."

"My father praised me for knowing how to adapt." Ji Shuying smiled.

"Enjoyment is adaptation, and being obsessed with one's will." Mrs. Bai said, strolling to the back lakeside, looking at the ice, and chuckled gently under the moonlight, "Some people can't stand it anymore."

"Who?" Ji Shuying's back was cold after being said by Mrs. Bai. The meaning in this sentence... is so terrible.

"Let's go there and have a look." Old Mrs. Bai pointed to the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Ji Shuying hurriedly calmed down, helped Old Mrs. Bai, and went up to the Jiuqu Bridge, and walked into the pavilion in the lake.

"When your aunt was at home, she liked to row in this lake in summer. She rowed the boat to the middle of the lake and sat on the edge of the boat bare legs. I told her to be careful not to fall into the lake. She shouted to me that a fish bit her feet." Old Mrs. Bai looked at the lake with blurred eyes, as if she saw her legs hanging on the edge of the boat, swaying in the water, and laughing all over the garden.

Ji Shuying listened to the grandmother's memories next to Mrs. Bai silently. This was the first time he heard these words. In recent years, the grandmother had hardly mentioned her aunt.
Chapter completed!