The little ancestor of the family

Chapter 262 Funeral (2)

The butler replied respectfully, "They are still at the door. As Madam ordered, no one disturbed them."

"Call the people in."

Leng Qingyu looked tired.

Even if she was unwilling in her heart, this matter could not be delayed any longer.

Lu Tingen has a son in the capital, and the person who can hold the spirit tablet can only be this only son who is by his side.

The door opened, and Ning Yuer immediately turned around after hearing the sound of the door, and couldn't help feeling proud.

The housekeeper said unhappily: "Madam, please go to the mansion to talk."

Ning Yuer was dissatisfied with his attitude and wanted to reprimand him, but when she opened her mouth, she found that her face was frozen and she couldn't speak clearly.

"Who are you to speak to my mother like that?"

Lu Changning came to the rescue of his mother.

The housekeeper didn't want to pay any attention to it, and just said, "Please follow me in."

After saying that, he walked in without looking back.

Ning Yuer and Lu Changning looked at each other and hurriedly followed him in.

After entering the yard, I saw Leng Qingyu standing there in plain clothes. Under the light of the fire, he looked particularly solemn.

"Sister, you finally let me in."

Ning Yuer took the initiative to speak.

Leng Qingyu scolded, "My mother only gave birth to two sisters, and I have never seen anyone as shameless as you, calling me sister as soon as you enter the door.

I let you in because I need you, so just call me Madam from now on."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Ning Yuer lowered her head and curled her lips, but the words she spoke were very respectful.

Leng Qingyu continued, "The Marquis has been very kind to you all. Now that the Marquis has passed away, as his mistress, I naturally have to fulfill your filial piety. There is still some time before dawn, so you should stay in the yard to keep vigil for the Marquis."

After Leng Qingyu finished speaking, he gave the butler a look.

The housekeeper immediately led the two to the place where paper was burned and asked someone to make room for them.

"Please, you two."

The butler gestured.

Ning Yuer looked at Leng Qingyu, then at the mourning hall set up inside the house, and pulled her son down to her knees with a plop.

Lu Tingen’s departure was also a big blow to her. Now Ning Yuer couldn’t ask for more than to be able to keep vigil for him.

She threw the prepared papers into the brazier one by one, her mind filled with memories of Lu Tingen.

But it was winter after all, and after kneeling for a while, her knees became cold and felt bone-chilling.

Ning Yuer wanted to stand up and move around, but when she saw Leng Qingyu looking at her, she didn't dare move and just moved slightly.

Lu Changning also felt that the ground was very cold, but he was stronger after all. Seeing that his mother could not bear it, he quickly placed the heater in his hand next to Ning Yuer's knees.

The housekeeper said in a friendly tone, "When burning paper, one must be sincere. You two must recite the name of the Marquis silently while burning it. This way, the Marquis can also feel your sincerity."

Ning Yuer knew that Leng Qingyu was deliberately making things difficult for them mother and son.

But now that she was here, she had already prepared herself mentally.

You can only enter this mansion, but you can't leave.

No one can drive them mother and son out of the Marquis' Mansion.

Seeing that the two of them were relatively well-behaved, Leng Qingyu said nothing more and turned back to the mourning hall.

Behind the mourning hall, Ye Xinran had fallen asleep on the table.

Leng Qingyu walked over and covered her with a piece of clothing.

Ye Xinran woke up immediately, "Mom, you should take a rest too! When the time comes, you won't be able to rest anymore."

"I'm fine!"

Leng Qingyu shook his head, his eyes full of fatigue.

The funeral is easy to handle.

But this time Lu Changning held the spirit, so how should she deal with it next?