New widow

Song An's appearance is somewhat similar to Song Zhen's, but now his face is gray and wrinkled. Song Zhen looked at it and then continued to cry loudly. After all, at this time, crying is the only thing that can't go wrong.

Master Song asked the imperial doctor and found out that Song An died of a stroke, so he sighed, said it was a good work, and ordered the imperial doctor to be sent out. Then he walked to Su Qiao and said to Su Qiao: "Brother and sister, since things have become like this, we still need to hurry up and organize the funeral."

Suqiao was waiting for these words. She covered her face with a handkerchief and stood up and said to Mr. Song: "I just came here yesterday and I don't know anything about the house. Why don't I just follow the usual example and let Mrs. Huang We are organizing the funeral, but as for the external matters, please be more careful, uncle."

When Mrs. Song heard that Mrs. Huang was going to organize the funeral, she opened her lips and wanted to say something, but she still didn't say anything. Mr. Song frowned slightly and said, "That's fine."

Now that someone has spoken, the funeral arrangements have started. A few days ago, the white silk was taken off and red silk was hung up. Now the red silk was taken down again and the white silk was hung up again. The red silk in front of the door The couplets were re-labeled in white. The servants were going in and out doing things there.

The news that the British father-in-law had married his wife yesterday and died of a stroke today spread throughout the capital as if it had wings.

In the British palace, the wedding hall has been decorated as a mourning hall. Su Qiao and Song Zhen both put on mourning clothes and knelt in front of the funeral. The first paper had been burned. Su Qiao looked at the paper dancing in the fire. , whispered to Song Zhen: "What do you want to do in the future, girl?"

"This first hurdle has passed. We still have to hold funerals. I want him to come."

There's nothing we can do. Besides, I still have three years of filial piety to keep. "Although Song Zhen is only 14 years old, living in the market, she has seen many women who were bullied by their husbands after losing their husbands, and even remarried the widow after her husband's family took the money.

As for the little girl without a father and mother who is not engaged, she is even more pitiful than a widow. After all, some widows' parents are willing to stand up for them, and who can support such a little girl?

When her mother was seriously ill, although Song Zhen took care of her calmly on the surface, she was very scared in her heart. She was afraid that as soon as her mother died, she would become a duckweed and drift with the waves.

When Nanny Wu appeared in the yard with someone, Song Zhen knew that she had support, but this support only lasted a moment. Now that Song An was dead, she had lost her support again.

When Su Qiao heard Song Zhen say this, a smile appeared on her lips. She didn't know if Su Qiao was smiling for herself or for Song Zhen.

Suddenly a cry of pain came from outside the hall: "Master, Master, why are you gone?"

Then a young woman wearing linen and mourning ran in, knelt in front of the soul and cried loudly, followed by her mother-in-law and maids.

"What is this?" Seeing that Madam Huang did not stop her, Suqiao looked at Madam Huang. Madam Huang looked a little confused and said softly: "Ordinarily, they are coming to pay your respects to Madam today."

In this way, this young woman is Song An's concubine. In addition to his fourth wife, Song An also had countless concubines. As for the maids he doted on, there were even more. After all, Song Zhen's mother She was the maid who had served him.

At this moment, there are three young and beautiful people in the British government.

Concubine, originally they were supposed to wait in their own small courtyard until Song An called, and then come to greet Su Qiao, but now Song An's death has disrupted everything.