New widow

Just now, everyone was invited to come to the mourning hall for discussion, and naturally all those people were invited out. Now that the coffin has been closed again and the memorial tablet has been placed, it is said that the funeral will continue, so these people should come back.

Madam Huang responded and went outside to get ready. Su Du had already stood up with Zhang Qing and planned to leave. Su Qiao also stood up: "Master Su."

Su Du turned back to look at Su Qiao. It was already getting late and the lights in the mourning hall had not yet been lit. Su Du could only see Su Qiao's eyes shining brightly.

"I also ask Mr. Su to agree to my merciless request!" After Su Qiao finished speaking, he added: "Mr. Su is not very embarrassed about this matter."

As she spoke, Su Qiao said quickly, as if she was worried about Su Du's objections: "Your Excellency, you will only write a document and report it to me, right?"

The written document is reported, but it will not be spread outside. Su Du also knew why Su Qiao said this, so Su Du said solemnly: "Of course it is."

"Thank you, sir." Su Qiao saluted Su Du, who had already led everyone out of the mourning hall. Mr. Song then said to Su Qiao: "Brothers and sisters, why do you let them continue to organize funerals?"

"Otherwise?" Suqiao asked Mr. Song. Mr. Song was stopped by Suqiao's question and couldn't answer anything for a moment. Suqiao seemed to be saying to herself: "If this funeral really cannot be carried out, then the whole of Britain will be embarrassed." Duke's Mansion. When the time comes, uncle, I'm afraid everything you want will be lost."

After losing the title and asylum, from then on, there was no British government in the capital, let alone these tribesmen who depended on the British government. Mr. Song's mouth opened wide, wanting to

I object to Suqiao, but I can't say anything against it.

"Uncle, please go out." Su Qiao's words were already a bit rude. Mr. Song sighed again and had no choice but to leave the mourning hall.

Those who left walked into the mourning hall again. Su Qiao and Song Zhen knelt in front of the memorial tablet. The chants of the monks echoed in their ears. Su Qiao threw a piece of paper money into the brazier and watched the paper money turn into ashes.

"What will happen if there is no longer a British government?" Song Zhen suddenly asked, Su Qiao looked at Song Zhen: "No, it's just that I lost my asylum, maybe I went to a nunnery. As for you, the Song family also I will find a match for you."

"Why would my niece ask such a question?" Mrs. Song Wu, who was kneeling behind them, frowned and her tone was trembling. She didn't know whether it was to comfort her or whether Mrs. Song Wu was worried.

"Just now, I was thinking a lot when I saw my mother talking to them there." Song Zhen couldn't tell Mrs. Song Wu what she was thinking. Mrs. Song Wu smiled and seemed to have understood Song Zhen's worries: "We are responsible for these things. As for you, just stay here in peace and contentment. After a few days, I will discuss marriage with you and keep your filial piety." Just get married."

Like every daughter of a wealthy family in the capital, she is carefree when she is a daughter. When it comes time to decide what kind of family they want to marry into, their family will prepare the people around them and teach them. How do they manage the house and govern the affairs? She got married when the time came, and gradually grew from a delicate daughter to the matron of the family in the backyard.

That's what Song Zhen's mother once told Song Zhen when she was still alive. Thousands of people from high-ranking families

Gold's future. Born in a heap of splendid things, raised in a thicket of wealth. Every time after she finished speaking, her mother would caress Song Zhen's face and say softly, Zhen'er, you should have been as noble as them.

Song Zhen lowered her eyes. Over the past few days, Song Zhen had gradually accepted all this from the initial nervousness and novelty of being served. But the doubts in my heart are getting bigger and bigger. When she asked that question just now, the answer Song Zhen wanted to get was not the answer given by Mrs. Song Wu.

Song Zhen raised her head and looked at the words on the memorial tablet. In fact, from the moment she walked into this house, Song Zhen knew that she was not born and raised here after all, and the only one who could understand herself better was Su Qiao. .

But Song Zhen would not say these words to Mrs. Song Wu, and watched Song Zhen lower her head in silence. Mrs. Song Wu also lowered her eyes. Su Qiao's actions were something Mrs. Song Wu did not expect. Su Qiao, who had always seemed to have no one to rely on, actually made everyone obey her orders without knowing it, and even... Go past Mr. Song and decide something directly.

In this big house, what Mrs. Song Wu learned was that no one should be underestimated.

A scream came from outside. The monks' chanting was interrupted by the scream, and then they continued to chant. Suqiao seemed not to hear it. Mrs. Song Wu frowned slightly and continued to change the paper money.

"Madam, madam, you have to make the decision for me." The person who stumbled into the mourning hall was Aunt Su. Because she was pregnant these days, she had not come to the coffin. At this moment, Aunt Su's face was full of tears. He was so frightened that he couldn't even see the makeup, and even rushed directly to Suqiao: "Madam, Madam, they are all going to hurt me, hurt my stomach."

children inside. The eldest master doesn’t want me to give birth to his child. "

Madam Huang and her men had already walked in. When she saw this, she was about to reach out to pull Aunt Su, but Aunt Su shook Madam Huang away: "Get out of here. It's you, it's all you, and all the bad things were done by you."

"Madam, Aunt Su is acting like this right now. Madam, please allow us to pull her back." Madam Huang said to Su Qiao respectfully. Su Qiao then looked at Madam Huang and said, "Get out."

go out? Madam Huang glanced at Su Qiao doubtfully, but still led the others out.

"Madam, they want to harm me, saying that I poisoned the master to death. Madam, madam, there is no way I would do such a thing." Seeing Madam Huang go out, Aunt Su tightly grabbed Su Qiao's clothes and said There are only a few words that are confusing.

Mrs. Song Wu didn't have much impression on these aunts of Song An. After all, Mrs. Song Wu stayed in the nunnery all year round. Even when she returned to the Song Mansion, she lived in seclusion in her own yard. Even Song An's wife, Mrs. Song Wu, was only returning home. When Fu He left, he went to sit in her room.

The rest of the time, Mrs. Song Wu stayed in her house, occasionally seeing people and being very close relatives. The aunts and maids around Song An came and went, how could Mrs. Song Wu remember so much. At this moment, seeing Aunt Su talking incoherently and only saying a few words, Mrs. Song Wu couldn't help but frown: "Aunt Su, if you want to speak, just say it properly. You are only holding the lady's clothes. What does it look like?"

"Madam, I'm scared." Aunt Su finally let go of her hand holding Su Qiao's clothes and said this with sobs.

"Is the person who serves you bad, or something else?" Su

Qiao only said this lightly.