New widow

Behind the sacrificial shed were people who came to watch. Moreover, the news about the British Duke's death had been spread out for a while, and everyone wanted to watch the fun more and more.

Seeing that the heir was only a three-month-old child, held in the hands of the housekeeper, everyone's chatter became louder. Su Qiao and Song Zhen were sitting in the first sedan. Listening to the comments of the people around them, Song Zhen couldn't help but want to lift the sedan curtain to take a look. Su Qiao already whispered: "Don't open it."

Song Zhen hurriedly put it down obediently, and Su Qiao looked at Song Zhen: "Now, every move you make at the funeral will be discussed."

"I'm not sad at all." Song Zhen told the truth. Song Zhen had never met Song An, her biological father, and naturally she had no yearning for him. All sadness is done for others to see.

Su Qiao held Song Zhen's hand clearly, and Song Zhen sighed softly, thinking about it sometimes, this world is really boring. She obviously has no intention of being sad, but she still has to come with her and perform this kind of thing with others. As soon as it happened, it was a very sad scene.

The procession stopped from time to time, and people in the sacrificial tent came out to recite the sacrificial words. Su Qiao and Song Zhen did not need to come out to deal with these, just the housekeeper holding the heir beside him to answer the ceremony.

Madam Huang followed their sedan and told Suqiao from time to time who were coming to offer sacrifices.

Suqiao also knew that she had to write it down so that when someone else's family had a funeral, she would go out and build a sacrificial tent. Stop and go, stop and go, this street is not long, but it took half an hour to finish.

Turning onto another street, there were many fewer sacrificial sheds on this street. Su Qiao heard someone shouting outside: "This Song family can be seen in decline."

, I remember that a few years ago, when Mrs. Wu passed away, this sacrificial tent covered three streets, but now it doesn’t even fill two streets. "

"Didn't I tell you that when the wife dies, the whole street will be empty, and when the master dies, there will be no one to bury him?" Someone was saying wisecracks outside, and everyone was laughing there.

"Who asked his family to choose such an heir, a three-month-old baby? Who knows what it will be like when he grows up and inherits the title." Naturally, Mr. Song also heard these discussions, and his face darkened. , and ordered the housekeeper: "It doesn't matter which other houses are ahead, just pass them in a hurry."

"The important things ahead are the Nanyang Marquis Mansion and the Wu family." The housekeeper hurriedly said to Mr. Song. Mr. Song frowned: "Then let them stay in other people's homes faster."

The housekeeper must have arrived at the Nanyang Marquis Mansion soon. Nanyang Marquis and Mr. Song had some socializing, and then walked to the Wu family's sacrificial shed. The Wu family was the last family to use the sacrificial shed this time.

In addition to Mr. Wu, Mr. Song saw that there was a screen placed in the sacrificial shed. Could it be that there were female relatives there? Mr. Song couldn't help but frown: "But Madam is here too?"

"The madam took her daughter and said she wanted to see her niece." Mr. Wu's words made Mr. Song look up at the sky. Mr. Wu had already smiled and said: "I have already asked, the time of burial here is tomorrow, today For a funeral, you can only count the time to get to the cemetery. There is no delay."

"In that case, go and invite the lady and the girl." Mr. Song knew that he could no longer stop him and ordered the housekeeper. The housekeeper quickly arrived at the sedan chair and said to Mrs. Huang.

Madam Huang felt it was very strange, but she still told Song Zhen and Su Qiao

, when Song Zhen heard that she wanted to see him, she couldn't help but frown: "But..."

"That's your uncle, let's go." When Su Qiao spoke, the sedan had already left the team and was carried to the sacrificial tent. The Wu family had prepared a curtain to cover the sedan. Su Qiao and Song Zhen got off the sedan. Go inside the altar.

When the Wu family members got off the sedan, they lifted the screen outside to cover everyone.

Su Qiao and Song Zhen walked behind the screen, and then the Wu family removed the curtain. Madam Wu was already waiting there with a girl aged [-] or [-]. Suqiao and Madam Wu bowed to each other.

Mrs. Wu waited for Suqiao to finish her salute, and then said to Song Zhen: "My child, let me take a good look at you. Your mother was the person next to me back then."

I see. Only then did Song Zhen understand why Mrs. Wu wanted to see her. She was really the daughter of an old friend. Song Zhen hurriedly saluted Mrs. Wu and said, "I've met Madam."

"So what if you call me aunt?" Mrs. Wu took Song Zhen's hand, looked at her face carefully, and said after a long time: "It's really similar, just like your mother. She has been by my side for nearly ten years. Originally, I thought about finding a good family for her, but my sister-in-law liked her and begged me to beg her."

After asking for her, she became a dowry maid. From then on, her fate changed again. Song Zhen was listening there, and Su Qiao nodded: "I see. If I hadn't given her away as a gift, I'm afraid I wouldn't have her today. "

"Madam can still speak." After saying this, Madam Wu exclaimed: "Didn't I say that you injured your neck yesterday and couldn't speak?"

"Nanyang Marquis Mansion sent a box of medicine, saying it is good for the throat." Suqiao explained with a smile, and Mrs. Wu said "oh"

, then looked at Su Qiao: "The medicine from Nanyang Marquis Mansion is rare, Madam is very lucky."

"Yes, I originally owed a favor to the Marquis of Nanyang because of the matter concerning the Duke of Guo, and now I owe such a big favor." Su Qiao said the scene, and Mrs. Wu looked at Su Qiao: "I know you now. Now, when Xiao is born, he will be able to move around more often."

"Mom, so your father is going back to the capital to take up a post?" Miss Wu, who had been silent, said in surprise. Mrs. Wu smiled heartily: "Your father may be returning to the capital this time."

After saying that, Mrs. Wu took Song Zhen's hand and said, "You are different from others. This is your uncle's house. From now on, you should move around your cousin's house more."

Mrs. Wu was so enthusiastic that Song Zhen didn't know for a moment whether it was because of her biological mother or her aunt whom she had never met before. Song Zhen only responded softly.

"Madam, it's almost time." A woman walked in and said respectfully. Mrs. Wu stood up: "We won't delay you any longer. My condolences."

Su Qiao saluted Mrs. Wu again and took Song Zhen out. After getting on the sedan, Song Zhen said to Su Qiao, "I'm at a loss."

"Why?" Su Qiao held Song Zhen's hand and felt that Song Zhen's palms were all sweaty. Song Zhen leaned on Su Qiao's shoulder: "My mother has never talked about her family. It seems that there have always been only her and me. Individuals depend on each other for life in this world. But I just heard what the aunt said. My mother still has a family, but she never interacts with her. "

She was sold into the Wu Mansion and made a maid, and all her past disappeared. He can only take the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of his master as his joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and cannot think about his own affairs.

Suqiao has nothing

You said, just patted Song Zhen's hand gently.