New widow

The sedan chair had stopped at the city gate. Those relatives and friends who were attending the funeral were only sent to the city gate. Only the Song family wanted to escort Song An up the mountain. Madam Huang came to help Su Qiao and Song Zhen get into the carriage.

When she got off the sedan and walked to the carriage, Song Zhen couldn't help but look up and saw the high city wall. As for those who were coming and going, they were blocked outside the curtain. This is how a lady travels and cannot be seen by outsiders. arrive.

But what’s the point of living like this? Song Zhen seemed to hear the lively cries on the street. When she lived with her mother, she often took out a few coins from her mother's purse and pinched them in the palm of her hand to buy candies.

After eating, I have to wipe my mouth quickly to avoid being discovered by my mother, but my mother will find me every time. My mother will grab my ears, laugh and call myself a greedy cat, and then make myself a snack.

Days like that, although difficult, are very joyful. Song Zhen lowered her head and walked into the carriage. The curtain was lowered and covered tightly, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

We have to stay one night on the way, and Madam Huang has already arranged it, at the nunnery where Mrs. Song Wu practices. Mrs. Song Wu was also in the car with them. Seeing Song Zhen looking outside, Mrs. Song Wu smiled and said, "My niece is worried that it will be difficult to live outside. My nunnery is actually very quiet."

"Originally, I was thinking of letting Aunt Eleven go to the nunnery to keep company with Aunt Five." Su Qiao's words made Mrs. Song Wu smile, and then Mrs. Song Wu sighed: "I never expected that his family It’s actually like this…”

For such a big deal just for a title, many of the servants in the Duke's palace were unable to be used. Song Zhen felt very happy as she listened to Mrs. Song Wu talking to Su Qiao.

It was extremely boring. These days, the days of wealth and splendor that everyone envied, were like a huge cage, trapping Song Zhen here.

The coffin was delivered to the Song family's ancestral grave. A shed had been erected on the ancestral grave. The coffin was temporarily placed there with a night watchman until the burial was carried out at the appointed time tomorrow. The rest of the people went to rest somewhere.

Suqiao and Song Zhen naturally came to the nunnery where Mrs. Song Wu practiced. The nunnery was really clean. When Mrs. Song Wu walked into the nunnery, the master of the nunnery stepped forward to greet her: "Mrs. Fifth, you are back."

"I've been here for so many days. Is there anything else going on in the nunnery?" Mrs. Song Wu seemed to walk much more briskly when she returned to the nunnery. The owner of the nunnery already said with a smile: "There is nothing else in the nunnery. It's just that from now on, The monthly payment and corresponding expenses in this nunnery are still the same as before."

Suqiao immediately understood why Mrs. Song Wu asked her to come to the nunnery. She smiled and said nothing. Madam Huang had already said: "Madam just entered the nunnery and didn't even have a cup of tea. You'd better ask about the money first." "

"It's my fault. I should treat Madam for a cup of tea first." The nunnery master also said with a smile, and invited Su Qiao and Song Zhen to sit down in the quiet room aside. You can see a peony in bloom.

"The peonies bloom early on this mountain." Su Qiao praised, and the little nun who came to deliver tea already said with a smile: "These days, it is the time when the peonies are blooming, but Madam actually forgot."

"You kid, talk more than anyone else." The nunnery master nodded the little nun's forehead and said to Su Qiao: "Madam, please have some tea. This tea is also brought from the mansion. This snack is mine."

We do this. "

"Others can't eat this snack if they want to." The little nun said with a smile. Su Qiao saw that the little nun was lively and cute, so she smiled at the nunnery owner and said: "There is such a person in this nunnery. I don't even think about it. lonely."

"We cultivators naturally want to have peace of mind. We don't care whether we are lonely or not." The nunnery owner said with a smile. Song Zhen held the tea in her hand and sipped it slowly. After working so hard for so many days, it seemed that she could finally take a break.

Song Zhen and Su Qiao still slept on the same bed. At night, Su Qiao listened to Song Zhen's breathing and sat on the bedside with her knees in her arms. Song An's funeral was over and his heir was born. Could it be that he would really be here in the future? Being a widow and living a life where you can see the end at a glance?

"Mother!" Song Zhen's voice sounded, and Su Qiao looked at her: "Why are you awake?"

"After sleeping for a while, I felt a little thirsty. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my mother was not asleep yet." Song Zhen said softly, worried about waking up Chunhua who was sleeping on the ground like Xi'er.

Suqiao held her hand and stuffed her into the quilt: "Go to sleep."

"Mother has something on her mind." Song Zhen's words made Su Qiao smile lightly: "What do I have on my mind? This is how I will live from now on."

It was like this. Song Zhen looked at Su Qiao and said, "My mother doesn't want to live like this."

Su Qiao hates intrigues, hates these red tapes, hates the rules everywhere, and makes people unable to breathe. But Su Qiao didn't say this to anyone, let alone Song Zhen, so Su Qiao nodded Song Zhen's forehead: "Go to sleep, I have something to do tomorrow."

"Yes, my father will be buried tomorrow." Song Zhen said calmly.

After the burial, Su Qiao will remain a widow and spend her long life as a widow.

Suqiao looked at the tent top. The pattern on the tent top was very simple, far less complicated than the bed tents used in the Duke's Mansion. If you don’t become a widow, what can you do? Su Qiao asked herself in her heart. Song Zhen didn't get Su Qiao's answer and leaned on Su Qiao's shoulder: "My mother would be in a daze sometimes. At that time, I wanted to ask my mother if she was thinking about my father, but I didn't dare to ask. Today, after meeting my aunt, I feel more and more confused."

No one has ever asked their mother whether she is willing to be taken over as a dowry maid, so has anyone ever asked her whether she is willing to be hired by Song An? Or, do you want to be married off? She has no control over her life, so what about her own life?

Do you also want others to make the decision about your life? Song Zhen let out a long sigh. Neither of them slept well that night. When the sound of morning classes sounded outside, Su Qiao opened her eyes and saw Xi'er already standing in front of her bed: "Madam, you're awake."

"Everyone is doing morning classes outside." Su Qiao's words made Xi'er nod sharply: "Yes, they are all doing morning classes. Oh, ma'am, the fifth wife would like to do morning classes here too."

"When Mrs. Wu is at home, she also chants sutras in her room." Su Qiao said and stood up. Xi'er helped Su Qiao get dressed: "Moreover, I..."

"Xi'er, you really talk a lot." Chunhua came in with washing water, stepped forward to help Song Zhen get dressed, and said to Xi'er with a smile.

"Sister Chunhua, it's strange that you always talk so little." Xi'er has been coming to the Duke's Mansion for a long time, and she also knows their temperament.

, quarreling with Chunhua there.