She Doesn’t Want the Face-Blind Husband

"Goodbye Gu."

"Gu Sicheng'an."

At about the end of Mao, the concierge of Tao's mansion was strolling back and forth in the side room next to the gate to digest his breakfast, when he saw the carriage from the aunt's house coming again, the driver was the one who met twice yesterday.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Ningxi got out of the car, walked six feet, and stood outside the gate of the mansion. The servant lowered his eyebrows and hid behind him.

Obviously the sun hadn't shown its power yet, but he seemed to feel that the sun was dazzling, slightly put his hands on his eyebrows, raised his face and looked at the lintel of Tao's mansion.

A concierge first habitually called "Mr. Gu", but was pulled by the sleeves by the people next to him. Remembering what the young master specially came to tell him last night, he changed his name to "Gu Sicheng". Find the difference between the two sounds.

Every time Uncle Gu came to the door, he was made neat and handsome by his elder aunt. It was not like in front of his eyes. The dark brown robe with tufted flowers had been worn for a long time or what the owner had done with it. It was wrinkled and had some suspicious stains on it. Gray and dark.

The concierge came over and wanted to ask why he came, but he saw that the tall Gu Ningxi was not stretched, her shoulders were slumped, her back was slightly arched, and her legs were shoulder-width apart, as if she was carrying a heavy burden.

Taking another peek at his face, Gu Ningxi's bun seemed to have been combed hastily, and it was not smooth and smooth. There was a faint stubble beard growing around his chin, and his face was dull, not to mention the chapped skin on his lips, and his eyes were bloodshot. Forcibly adding a bit of slovenliness to the jade porcelain-like nobleman.

The concierge murmured in his heart, Master Gu has such a dignified appearance, how could it look like these servants look like they are slumped after playing cards and drinking all night?

No way? Don't big shots pay attention to health preservation, go to bed early and get up early?

Besides, Mr. Gu is too ignorant. If you come to visit Yue's house but don't fix yourself up, wouldn't you be embarrassing your aunt?

Gu Ningxi turned her eyes back, looked at the person who was dressed in Tao Mansion's standard servant clothes, and opened her mouth to say: "Trouble", but it was hoarse and ugly, and she couldn't continue. The pain in his throat was even more tearing, presumably because he hadn't slept all night, talked non-stop and hadn't had any food or water.

Shi Hua, who came with the master, sighed and stepped forward to make up the stage, and asked the concierge of Tao's house to pass it in. His master came to pay a visit to his father-in-law, and took his wife back to the house.

Gu Ningxi nodded, expressing that her intention of coming was indeed so.

He watched as one of the concierges turned and entered the mansion, while the other explained awkwardly that there were other guests in the mansion, and the master did not dare to invite Gu Sicheng in without permission.

Although she was surprised for a moment, Gu Ningxi then thought, maybe this is He Niang taking the opportunity to lose her temper.

As long as you can still make things difficult for yourself, there may be room for negotiation and recovery.

Instead, there was a small flame of hope in his heart, and he tried his best to ignore the shadow of Li Shu, who had been torn apart by him, and shook his head towards the porter to show that it was okay, and pointed to the carriage parked not far away.

The porter understood, nodded and bowed to send Gu Ningxi back into the carriage, and said courteously: "As soon as the master has an order, I will come to invite you. Wait a moment, wait a moment."

Gu Ningxi lifted her robe, supported the carriage and turned over, but almost staggered and fell down. Fortunately, she stabilized her body and tried again to enter the carriage smoothly. After nodding to the concierge of Tao's mansion next to the carriage, she lowered the curtain.

The concierge was even more puzzled, wondering why Gu Sicheng was so mentally ill.

Knowing painting did not get into the car with the master, hooked the porter's shoulders, called brothers and started a conversation, wanting to inquire about the movements of the wife when she returned to her natal home yesterday. Under the sunny sun, the two of you came and talked very lively.

Hearing the voices of people talking through the window, although the volume was not loud, it was as if a hammer hit the forehead of Gu Ningxi who was sitting quietly. He slowly bent down, put his head on his knees, put his hands behind his head, and wanted to isolated from the rest of the world.

Eyelids were fighting up and down, but Gu Ningxi couldn't fall asleep, and the shocking events of just one day flashed in her mind.

Yesterday he made a difficult promise to Mo Qi and Mo Qiqi brothers and sisters that he would take his righteous sister as his concubine, and he would tell his wife when he returned home at noon, but he ran away in anger.

She was concerned about the lady in her heart, especially after reading the He Li book she left behind, she could only cry every word, but Gu Ningxi still learned from the pain and went to the small courtyard of Mo's family, waiting to send Mo Qi off for the last time.

Dr. Cao said "one or two more days", which was really accurate. It was the eighth day of the first lunar month when the watchman in the city knocked on his clapper to announce his ugliness. Mo Qi woke up from a coma, his energy suddenly improved, and he hissed "Qiniang".

Gu Ningxi, who was dozing on a chair in his room, woke up startled, and hurriedly ordered the servant who was lying flat against the wall and snoring, to invite Mo Qiqi to come over.

It's not good for Mo Qiqi to spend the night with a room full of men, and brother Xi said that she is injured and should rest more, so she can only leave her brother's bed at Haishi, when it can't be later, and return to her home. In my own house.

Liu Guang, the handsome and gentle servant girl of the Gu family, stayed behind to take care of her, but Mo Qiqi insisted not to let Liu Guang sleep on the ground, so the two girls slept side by side on the narrow wooden bed.

Being ruined by thieves not long ago, in this place, like a stick in her throat, Mo Qiqi looked at nothing, and sent a whole set of blood-stained thick bedding, including the bedding, to the kitchen stove to burn.

But her family was poor and she didn't have much backup, so she and Liu Guang shared the thin spring and autumn quilt, which couldn't keep out the cold night, and worried about her brother, so she couldn't fall asleep at all, and just opened her eyes to stare at the roof.

Hearing a male voice calling "Miss Mo" softly outside the window, Mo Qiqi got up straight away, with her clothes intact, she got off the bed, pulled on her shoes and ran to her brother's house. Liu Guang rubbed his eyes and followed.

Mo Qiqi entered the room, bringing a gust of wind, and the shadows of the candles swayed and changed.

Mo Qizheng was holding Gu Ningxi's hand, pouring out his dissatisfaction with failing the imperial examination but dying young, interrupted his words, and waved to her: "Qiniang, come here."

Right in front of his bed, Mo Qi solemnly put Mo Qiqi's hand into Gu Ningxi's, coughed and said, "It's our brother and sister's blessing to get to know Yixiong. After I leave, Qiniang will be entrusted to Yixiong. I hope you will protect her forever."

Gu Ningxi let out a long sigh, and forced herself to respond, but suddenly withdrew her hand and carried it behind her back.

Mo Qiqi didn't care about such details, Mo Qiqi pouted and glanced at Brother Xi, then tightly held his brother's hand, encouraged Mo Qi to hold on, and said that the doctor would come back for consultation tomorrow.

Mo Qi shook his head and laughed at himself: "Qiniang, I once blocked your affection for..., but I didn't expect it to be a prophecy. I'm going to die. Don't hate brother."

Even though Mo Qi was concerned about the presence of Gu Ningxi and swallowed a small sentence, Mo Qiqi understood, put Mo Qi's hand on his face, and responded with tears like rain: "Brother, I am not sensible. I, I don't want Xi Brother, I only want you to live!"

Gu Ningxi had silently dodged to the side just now, when she heard the words, she suddenly stared at Mo Qiqi, not knowing whether her words were true or not, her heart was slightly rippling, how good it is to be back as righteous brothers and sisters!

He suddenly wanted to invite all the famous doctors in the world to treat Mo Qi, so that he could live to the death. However, thinking that Dr. Cao was hopeless, he clenched his hands into fists and tightened his strength.

Mo Qi reluctantly exerted his strength, caressed his sister's tender face, and sighed that he could no longer see his relatives wearing Zhenghong wedding dress. Before anyone could answer, he seemed to think that if Mo Qiqi was really a concubine, he would never be able to wear Zhenghong , with a wry smile, coughing for a long while.

After a little relief, Mo Qi thought of what to say: "It's all my brother's fault. He took you away from home and left you halfway. I'm sorry, Qiniang."

"Qiniang! Remember brother's words, you must abide by your duty as a concubine, don't want to look at Shu, and don't cause disharmony between the brother-in-law and his wife."

"Don't forget about my brother, I'll depend on you to burn paper at my grave in the future, Qiniang."

Mo Qiqi wanted to raise his hand to cover his brother's mouth again, not to listen to a single word of ominous words, but also afraid that he would never hear Mo Qi's instructions again, so he listened intently, not daring to say a word, and while listening, he was violently silent Shaking his head, like a child playing with a rattle.

Finally, looking at the tearful younger sister in front of him, and at the silent brother-in-law under the shadow of the candlelight, Mo Qiqi smiled and said, "I need to be relieved if I am worried." The second "relieve" accompanied Seeing his last mouthful of black blood.

Mo Qiqi found that her brother's hand lost strength, slipped from her palm, and hit the edge of the bed heavily, screaming: "Brother, brother!"

She shook the patient's body with her hands, but in despair found that Mo Qi had died.

Gu Ningxi dabbled in many books, and had a little understanding of medical writings. Just now, she realized that Mo Qi was a flashback. At this time, she stretched out her hand to touch Mo Qi's breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and bid farewell to this person who was so rare to talk to, but unfortunately, the fate was not enough for four months. young friends.

Hearing a gentle male voice beside her ear saying: "My condolences." Mo Qiqi turned around and threw herself into Gu Ningxi's arms, crying, "My brother is dead! How could he die?" What she was thinking was that Mo Qi obviously lived longer than in his previous life Well, why not live longer?

Gu Ningxi's body was stiff, and He Niang's usual demeanor and joy appeared in her mind, and she suddenly became dizzy as if struck by a thunderbolt.

He knew that he should comfort Mo Qiqi, but he pushed the woman away in embarrassment, and he backed up quickly and almost tripped.

Standing firmly and looking back, Gu Ningxi clearly saw the hurt look on Mo Qiqi's face, and the tears were clearly visible under the candlelight.

He felt the same, but he didn't move a bit, he just pointed at the face with clear eyebrows and eyes and said: "Qiniang, you are the bereaved master, it's time to take care of brother Mo's funeral."

Mo Qiqi is an orphan girl who doesn't know funeral rites and only knows how to cry over Mo Qi's corpse, what can she do?

Gu Ningxi arranged for the servants to call the butler of Gu's residence and other experienced people. The funeral was held in the middle of the night and they were busy. It was not until the east was bright and the deceased had gathered up that the coffin was set up.

Gu Ningxi was only able to catch her breath for a while, and ordered Liu Guang and Zhuiyun to take care of Mo Qiqi, who was dressed in plain clothes, and was about to leave by herself.

Facing the girl's questioning, he hastily prevaricated: "I'll go back to the mansion once." Then, he joined his own carriage on the way, and came to Tao's mansion in a hurry. Change your mind.

Unfavorable for the teacher, he had no way to enter, so he calmed down and put himself in the position to think about the reason behind the lady's refusal yesterday.

That's right, the lady didn't know that Qiniang's unforeseen misfortune was said to be related to her, and she didn't know that her brother, who depended on her for life, died suddenly.

After the meeting, I would like to explain clearly to my wife, emphatically explaining that I only provide protection and never give birth to two hearts, she should be able to forgive me, right?

Will it?

Gu Ningxi was worried, looking back at what went wrong yesterday, and remembering Tao Xinhe's embarrassment of vomiting yesterday, it took a long time to realize, did the lady feel refreshed afterwards? Did you see a doctor?

Someone knocked on the wall panel of the carriage on which the back was leaning. Gu Ningxi came back to her senses, and heard a playful and clear male voice calling out, "Gu Sicheng? Are you asleep inside?"

He raised his breath and replied, "I'm here." Then he lifted the curtain and got out of the car, and faced the blurred face of the man, he didn't know how to address him for a moment, and found it difficult.

The person who came was Tao Muxian. The young servant saw the painting, and hurried over to the master to remind him.

Tao Muxian, who was originally accompanying the guests in the main room of the outer courtyard, suddenly heard Gu Sicheng's visit, and took the lead and went out of the house to meet people.

Beside Gu's carriage, he bowed his hands to Gu Ningxi scribbled as a salute, and said with a sneer, "Gu Sicheng personally visited, what's your business?"

Without waiting for Gu Ningxi to answer, he said again: "Ah, I forgot that Gu Sicheng doesn't recognize you anymore. It's okay, my sister doesn't recognize you anymore. She is now accompanying my father to receive distinguished guests, and she has no time to see you. Walk slowly and won't see you off."

Gu Ningxi's thoughts seemed to be half a beat behind. Seeing that his wife and uncle had finished flirting neatly and was about to turn around and go back to the house, he resisted the pain in his throat and asked aloud: "Hi Mu Xian, dare to ask He Niang... I know... I'll come Did you pick her up?"

The author has something to say:

The young author wrote about Mo Qi's death, and wanted to find some information about funerals in ancient times, but was shocked by the complexity.

In ancient times, "death is like life", and it must be strictly considered. As the mourner, Mo Qiqi has to follow very complicated etiquette.

In order to simplify the writing and promote the plot, the little author silently skipped it, begging for no evidence, begging for no slap in the face, thank you baby angel readers.