New widow

The most important thing about a mansion is weddings and funerals. In other mansions, there are more weddings and funerals than in the British Duke's Palace. It's just that there are weddings and funerals in each room. Wherever it is like the British Duke's Palace, it is always Song An. After getting married, Song An was burying his wife. Today, Song An himself is also dead.

There were only a few widows left in such a large British palace, and Song Zhen, who was still unmarried. Mrs. Song Wu looked at Su Qiao and couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart. She was afraid that in a few days, once the funeral was completed, Su Qiao and Song Zhen would go back to the nunnery with her to keep company.

"Madam, here is the list of guests who came to express condolences." Madam Huang walked in and sent a list to Su Qiao. Su Qiao did not accept the list, but said to Madam Huang: "My servants, are you How was it placed?"

Madam Huang knew the elegance of the string song and said respectfully: "I think Madam hasn't had time to look at the things I just sent. Here is the list of servants. As for how to arrange them, we still follow the old rules. The four outside There is a housekeeper who is responsible for those who come to express condolences. There are important guests, and it is the eldest gentleman who is there to receive them. Outside, there are also [-] people who serve tea and water. The same arrangements are made for the female guests inside. The eldest wife Mrs. Wu will also accompany you."

Song Zhen had already picked up a list of servants and opened it. It was full of names, so Song Zhen nodded to Madam Huang: "I didn't expect that managing a family requires so much effort."

"It's all just Xiao Gui and Cao Sui." Madam Huang said humbly. At this time, a woman came in and said to Su Qiao: "Madam, the Minister of Punishment has come to express his condolences."

Mr. Song should be the one to receive the male guests, so why would this woman go all the way to report to Su Qiao? Suqiao was still confused, so the mother-in-law said: "Master Shangshu said that he is deeply saddened by the death of the Duke of the State, but some things must go through the official first."

When the officer said these words, everyone in the mourning hall was stunned. Song Zhen didn't know what happened, but Mrs. Song Wu asked with a trembling voice: "Could it be that there is something fishy about the death of the third uncle?"

Only Mrs. Song Wu dared to say these words. The mother-in-law naturally did not dare to answer the words, but still said: "The eldest master also ordered the younger one to come and ask the madam out."

I got married yesterday and passed away this morning. It is inevitable that I will feel strange. Su Qiao stood up, and the mother-in-law breathed a sigh of relief, and went out to meet Su Qiao in front.

After Su Qiao walked out, Mrs. Song Wu complained: "What are these things?"

Madam Huang is a servant, so naturally she can't answer the question. Song Zhen is a junior. Besides, she just came to Beijing yesterday and doesn't even recognize a few people in the Duke's Mansion, so naturally she can't answer the question.

There was silence in the mourning hall, and only the paper money in front of the memorial tablet was still making the sound of being peeled off.

The Minister of Punishment has a distinguished status, so he was naturally invited to the study to receive him. This study was originally where Song An lived for many years, and it was very elegantly decorated. Mr. Song personally poured a cup of tea for Shangshu and then said: "Master Zou, we have invited the imperial doctor here. The imperial doctor said that his younger brother died of a stroke, so he organized a funeral. Why now..."

Zou Shangshu took the tea, but did not drink it. He just held the tea bowl and pondered. Seeing this, Mr. Song began to sweat more and more on his forehead.

"You don't have to be so nervous,

Let me tell you the truth. Zou Shangshu put down the tea bowl and said softly: "Actually, the emperor asked about this matter." "