"let me see."

Li Bushang walked forward and saw clearly a middle-aged woman lying on the bed, with her unkempt and dirty face, ragged clothes, and she was so thin that she was almost a few taels of flesh, her complexion was blue-gray, and her lips were black.

It seems that there is no rest.

He frowned.

The little beggar cried so hard that he was crying. He pulled his mother with one hand, then turned to look at Li Bushang, and said anxiously: "Master, please help me see, how is my mother? Save my mother!"

“…”

Li Bushen was silent and reached out to the woman's nose and looked in front of her.

Then he looked at the little beggar and said in a deep voice: "Your mother has gone."

"What?!"

When the little beggar heard this, he trembled and shook his head hard and said, "No, my mother won't die! She said she would take care of me, she won't die!"

Li Bushen had a cold face and grabbed his hand and reached directly in front of her mother's nose.

He said in a deep voice: "You can take a look at it yourself."

“…”

"Your mother, you've gone."

“…”

The child was frozen there, his little hands tremblingly snorting at his mother's breath. After a long time, he couldn't feel any breath. Only then did he finally realize that his mother had really gone.

"mother……"

He cried with a wow, and threw himself on his mother and cried: "Mom! Mom, don't die, don't leave Xiaoxing, Mom!"

Li Bushang stood beside him, watching the child crying so hard that he couldn't breathe.

But he was motionless.

Xie Jiaojiao, who was beside him, felt a little reluctant and was about to come forward to comfort her, but Li Bushen reached out and stopped her.

Xie Jiaojiao looked at him in confusion, but saw Li Bushun's face was cold, as if there was a little undetectable sadness, and he said in a deep voice: "Let him cry."

“…”

Xie Jiaojiao didn't know what he was.

He followed the child again, but the child's mother died and the child cried like this, and he seemed to have nothing to do with him.

But after he said that, she could only stand quietly.

I don't know how long it took, the little beggar finally stopped crying slowly. He turned around, raised his head to look at Li Bushen, his big eyes were red with tears on his face, and he sobbed and said, "Master, I, I want to ask you another thing."

Li Bushen said, "You said."

The little beggar said, "You, can you give me some money and let me bury my mother."

Li Bushang said, "I never give anyone money."

“…”

"I will only pay him if someone else does something for me."

“…”

"If you want to get money from me, it is the same as when you go to my house to work before you can get the food. However, the money for burying your mother is much more expensive than the pastries you took."

"I, I know."

The little beggar sniffed, wiped the tears from his face with his sleeves, and said, "I, I can sign a contract for sale."

“…”

"I can be your slave, and I will do whatever you ask me to do."

“…”

"As long as I can let my mother be buried."

Li Bushang glanced at the cold body on the bed, and then said, "Okay."

Soon, the people from the Li family came to help the little beggar named "Xiaoxing" handle the funeral.

Although the butler Wang Sheng never understood that Li Bushang, as the commander of the Jinyiwei, was not enough to attract his attention. Even if he had sent the news to them before, a few taels of silver would be enough. Why did he come to help them handle the funeral?

But with the master's order, they could only do so.

Soon, in this broken house with a wall that was almost collapsed and air-flowing on all sides, the mourning hall was set up.

However, in their poor and poor family, there will naturally be no relatives and friends. Therefore, in addition to inviting monks from the Shui and Land Temple to chant scriptures and salvation, the mourning hall is still very deserted.

This little beggar named "Xiaoxing" knelt beside the thin-skinned coffin in mourning clothes, crying while burning paper.

Li Bushang sat aside, looking at the deserted mourning hall.

For some reason, his eyes always seemed to be frost-shaped, cold and empty, but at this time, there seemed to be something, but it was hard to see clearly.

Before I knew it, it was dark.

Xie Jiaojiao was always by his side, turned to look at the sky outside, and whispered: "Do you want to stay with him here all the time?"

Li Bushen said, "If you want to leave, you can go back."

“…”

Xie Jiaojiao said, "I didn't say I wanted to leave."

After saying that, she didn't say much and just sat quietly. The monks were reciting scriptures. In addition, those who ran around this day were a little tired. After sitting for a while, she began to doze off.

His head leaned against Li Bushu's shoulder bit by bit.

“…?”

Li Bushen frowned. He never liked anyone to touch him, and immediately wanted to shake his shoulders and shake her away.

But he looked down at her, thought about it, but he still endured it.

In this way, the mourning hall was held for three days.

In addition to having to go back to the Beizhen Fushi during the day, Li Bushu would come here to guard Xiaoxing at night.

And Xie Jiaojiao also accompanied him for three days.

On the third night, it was still the same as before. Xiaoxing knelt in front of the spirit and burned paper. Li Bushu sat aside and watched him, while Xie Jiaojiao also sat quietly. After sitting for a while, he yawned a long time.

Li Bushen said, "You don't have to come."

Xie Jiaojiao smiled and said, "You are here, I will accompany you."

Li Bushen glanced at her, said nothing, and looked up at the deserted mourning hall.

Although his family members were prepared for all the things offered, no one came and went, and they always seemed particularly lonely. Li Bushen murmured: "In life, this is how one comes and goes alone."

Xie Jiaojiao said, "This is his mother, so it's true that there is no one to accompany him."

“…”

"You are the commander-in-chief of the Jinyiwei, why do you say this?"

Li Bushu said lightly: "The commander of the Jinyiwei, aren't you coming and going alone?"

Xie Jiaojiao said, "At least, it's different from her."

Li Bushang said: "What's the difference?"

Xie Jiaojiao frowned slightly, feeling a little strange. How could Li Bushu feel about the death of a stranger? Just as he was about to ask him, he heard footsteps coming from outside the mourning hall.

It seems like someone is coming.

The mourning hall has been in place for three days, but no one has come. When asked about the Xiaoxing, they also said that they have no relatives and friends on weekdays. Why would anyone come at this time?

Li Bushen turned his head and saw a servant walking in.
Chapter completed!