C46 A Daughter Buried with Him

When Qiu Dong heard what she said outside, he had already prepared a cloak. Fu Tine let Qiu Dong wear it as she ran out. She pushed open the door and shouted, "Bring the old lady into my house first. At this moment, there is no need to be afraid. Saving people is more important."

Saving people was more important? Unconsciously, Fu Tine said something that did not match her status in this life. At this time, she should not say, "Now, let the old lady lie down and warm up." Fortunately, everyone panicked and no one noticed.

The outside was in a mess. The Inner Palace only knew that the Great Master had gone out to socialize and did not know whether he had returned or not. The Second Master lived far away and this time, he sent a message back and forth for at least half an hour.

When he was carried into the Solitary Pavilion, Fu Hua had just held the tea bowl and calmed down a little. Seeing the old lady carry it in, he hurriedly put down the tea and stood by the side, not even daring to take a deep breath. With Fu Tine's support, the crowd stabilized a little. Only then did the second daughter-in-law think of the Imperial Physician. She was in a hurry to run out to pass the message.

Although she was somewhat mentally prepared, now that she saw the old lady's complexion, she tried to breathe. After all, it was the first time Fu Tine was afraid and shocked when her family passed away. She saw the old lady's eyes staring and her lips trembling. She knew that she had something to say.

At least let the girls support her up and stuff the ginseng slices into her mouth. Fu Tine moved closer to soften her words. "Old lady, I am Si'er. The old master is already here. You are quite good."

The old lady calmed down a little after she swallowed the ginseng slices. Her mind also woke up. She knew that it was time for her to die. She blinked a few times and looked around. Her gaze shifted to Fu Hua. He instantly understood, but he could not say the reason. After a long while, he retracted his gaze and ordered: "Listen..."

When he said this, except for the girl who half-hugged the old lady, even Fu Si quickly knelt down. "No one can count on the Solitary Pavilion to live with Fu Si in this courtyard." At the very least, after finishing his words, he ordered someone to call for the old butler. The old lady was much more clear-headed now, and her words were clearer than before. Fu Tine knew that this was the last rays of light and was afraid that her father would not be able to make it in time, so she ordered people to rush her.

The old butler was waiting outside early in the morning and when he heard the call from inside, he quickly led two young servants into the room with a stack of bills in their hands. However, he did not go forward and only stood by the side of the table where Fu Si was writing. He took a pen and listened attentively.

Relying on this last bit of essence, energy, and spirit, he carefully described the great inheritance of the land store in his hands. He also explained where the contract and other things were placed. The old butler reminded him as he wrote them down. Finally, the old lady held Fu Si's hand. "My son is not in front of you. I'll leave all of this to you."

Fu Tine quickly agreed, "Grandson will remember it carefully. Father will be home soon. The old lady will be fine."

The key point was that the housekeeper did not dare to write it. He asked tentatively, "Is this handing the house over to Eldest Young Master?"

Fu Si turned his head, "Nonsense, of course it is left for the Eldest Master. I am just helping father remember it."

When the brothers of the rich families fought over the property, the situation of the father and son fighting over the inheritance could not be counted. If one was not careful, it would cause trouble. The old housekeeper had been the housekeeper of the constabulary for his entire life and was not willing to see those things. Hearing Fu Si say this, he heaved a sigh of relief. He picked up the brush and wrote it down seriously.

After half an hour of continuous use of spirit, the old lady's eyes quickly dispersed. Fu Si quickly went over and said, "The second master and second wife are all nodding..." Seeing the old lady blink, he immediately beckoned for the two of them to come closer.

"You husband and wife... have been diligent and diligent all these years. On the south street... A few shops are my dowry, so... just..." Fu Si quickly took over the words, "The old lady said that all the shops on the south street are left for the Second Master."

The old lady exhaled again and pointed at the girl who was leaning against her. "Accompany me..." She was already on the verge of death, but she was unwilling to die. Fu Si knew that the old lady was boiling oil and waiting for her only son, Fu Shen. She was extremely anxious. She only hated that there were no cars in this era. She was worried that her father would not be able to make it back in time.

Furthermore, the girl who was pointed at had already handed the old lady to another girl. He got down from the bed and knelt down. "Thank you, old lady, for your kindness..." After saying so many times with tears of gratitude, she was politely invited down by a few decent girls.

After the girl was invited down, the servants in the pavilion were full of envy. Those who were familiar with the old lady actually cried out. Not long later, seven or eight old and young servants came in. They knelt down and kowtowed in succession outside the room. It was only when someone helped her up that they left with great gratitude.

Suddenly, a girl in the pavilion ran to the front of the bed and knelt down. She cried and begged, "Old lady, bring this servant along too! This servant had served the old lady for more than ten years and did not dare to not give it her all. Now I only ask that the old lady bring this servant along too." As she spoke, she kowtowed heavily," I beg the old lady, I beg the old lady. "

Fu Tine knew that the previous lass was the candidate that the old lady designated to be buried with, and the one in front of her was the one who rushed to be buried with her. Her chest suddenly tightened, and the grief in her heart turned into unwillingness, but she could not say a word.

When the old man was about to leave, Fu Tine's carriage back to the capital was still on the way. She was not by the old man's side. However, he also knew about the following matters. After all, the funeral was handled by her father. Even if she knew, she could only sigh helplessly. But today was different, the act of a living person being buried right under his nose... For a moment, he could not help but feel uneasy, and the sorrow that had just calmed down was once again aroused.

The hand that was originally placed by the bedside grabbed the veil and forcefully pulled his hand until it was painful and painful. He tried hard to breathe a few times and desperately warned himself, Fu Tine, Fu Tine, you are only a female. What virtue do you have to worry about the country and the people? This repeated several times before he endured it. However, his chest became more and more fierce.

It was only after a while that he felt the sharp pain in his palm and loosened his grip. Only then did he realize that his nails had cut through his palm through the curtain. Everyone was paying attention to the old lady. Only Yanzhi and Fu Si were focused on Fu Si. Seeing that Fu Si had injured his palm, they hurriedly pulled him to the side to apply medicine.

When everyone saw that he only said that the old lady was in danger, Fu Siren's filial piety hurt himself, so they did not suspect it.