nashuaworldcup Chapter 431: Mother's Death
Chapter 431: Mother's Death
After the imperial physician finished his diagnosis, he came to report to Bei Jingchu.
They bowed and pleaded, "Your Highness, please forgive me. We are powerless to help you."
Soon, plain mourning clothes were hung in Wanyuan.
Zhou Huanjiu wore mourning clothes to attend his mother's funeral.
It was a heavy moment, but Zhou Yu, who had not been seen for a long time and seemed like an invisible man, appeared again.
Zhou Huanjiu didn't want to see him.
But she was the only one left in such a huge funeral garden.
When her mother, who had depended on her for everything, passed away, her sense of loneliness reached its peak. She felt like a piece of her was missing and there was no way to fill the huge hole.
If it weren't for the friends and colleagues who came to pay their respects and comforted her, Zhou Huanjiu didn't know whether she would have collapsed.
When Zhou Yu came, she felt the few remaining feelings of father and daughter.
She really wanted to see a relative, so she let Zhou Yu in.
She thought that no matter how vicious a person was, he would still have some kindness in his heart when facing the corpse of his deceased loved ones.
Perhaps he also came to mourn the death of his wife with whom he once slept.
As a result, the first thing he said when he came in was to accuse the whole room of guests: "Jiu'er, according to the rules, you can't mourn for your mother."
Zhou Huanjiu looked at the person in front of him angrily. It is true that good people don't live long, but evil deeds will last for thousands of years.
Why did it happen that it was her mother who met with the accident, instead of this disgusting biological father?
Zhou Yu ignored the white banner in front of him and was even complacent, as if he had finally found something to hold against Zhou Huanjiu.
This sounds ridiculous, but Zhou Yu provided his evidence: "The Book of Rites says in the chapter on mourning: 'A descendant of a father does not need to wear mourning clothes, nor does a descendant of a mother need to wear mourning clothes. '"
"Children shall not mourn for their mother who has been divorced by her father."
"Of course, you call it a divorce, but that's not important."
"You are still studying in Hongwenguan, you didn't return all of it to the teacher, did you?"
Zhou Huanjiu's voice was hoarse and he didn't know how to refute.
She took care of her mother until her old age, saw her off at her final resting place, and after her death, she offered sacrifices to her from time to time to express her longing for her.
It couldn't be more natural.
Who would stop her and accuse her of being a daughter who should not be filial to her mother?
It turns out to be the classics and biographies of the ancient sages.
They stipulated that the father is the leader of the children, and that children must respect their elders and their parents.
It is a matter of course that the father is the father, but the mother is not the mother, but the father's wife.
Your father’s wife is your mother. Once she is no longer your father’s wife, it doesn’t matter if you were born from her belly.
She has nurtured you with her life's energy and efforts, and fought for your interests in the world.
No matter whether she loves you or not, she cannot be your mother.
He couldn't even mourn for her.
Because, she is not your father's wife.
Zhou Huanjiu felt a sense of helplessness and aggrievedness in his chest. He was already caught off guard by the successive deaths of his relatives and friends. He could only stand there, holding onto his mother's coffin and gasping for breath.
Zhou Yu was even more proud when he saw this, and he told her the purpose of his visit: "As long as you give me some money, I will marry your mother back, and you can wear mourning clothes to see her off."
"..."
All the guests in the room looked at him, shocked that there could be such a shameless person in the world.
But some people whispered: "It is indeed against the rules..."
It's just that they are having a funeral, and unless there is a deep hatred, no one would want to cause trouble at this time.
Zhou Huanjiu held onto the coffin and yelled with all his strength, "Get out!"
"Get out of here!"
"Someone, someone! Get him out!"
She was so overwhelmed by the sudden loneliness that she even developed a faint expectation for this person.