The most grief

"Mother, are you all dressed?"

Mrs. Song and her two sister-in-law came together, looked at Song Ci up and down, and said, "The weather is a little colder today than yesterday. When the wind blows, it's like a knife cutting your face. You have to wear thicker clothes and don't freeze it."

"That's right, my wife has a new marten fur with her. Her hat is thick, so why don't you take it and change it?" Jiang Shi also said.

Song Ci said: "I know you are filial, but there is no need. You nanny Gong wants to hold the quilt. This is a carriage. If you go out, you can only walk a few steps, and it is not much colder. Let's go quickly and go early and go back soon."

"yes."

This time, when she went to the Fan family to pay condolences, the female family, Song Ci, took Mrs. Song and Jiang. As for Lu, she was ordered to manage the affairs at home. After all, there was a pregnant concubine on her side. Song Ci didn't want the third wife to get involved, so she kept Lu at home.

Even if you are not pregnant, it is not easy for a person who can make decisions at home.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law each got on the carriage.

As soon as Song Ci sat down, his hand was held in a purple gold pine crane hand stove. The warm warmth was transmitted to his hand through the hand stove, and he sighed with comfort.

Although the car was coming in, the hands were frozen in the winter in the north in just a while, especially the old lady, she couldn't stand it.

"If you look back, you have to ask a few girls to sew a few pairs of leather gloves. If you wear them like this, you won't be afraid of the cold and your hands will be stiff." Song Ci said to Madam Gong.

Madam Gong nodded: "Old slave can see the needle and thread in Qingming. She can do it by measuring the size."

Although there are few opportunities to go out, Song Ci will exercise and walk in her yard on weekdays, so she needs to keep warm.

Song Ci looked out through the small window of the carriage and saw someone burning paper money on the side of the road. He couldn't help but be surprised. Isn't this a taboo?

Madam Gong glanced at it and said, "It must be someone who has received the favor of the wife of the Fan family. When she heard that she had passed away, she took the initiative to set up a road sacrifice."

"It will not be set up at the time of funeral?"

"The funeral will be held at a large scale. Not only do these officials in Beijing who have received favors, but also all walks of life will be held in front of their homes." After all, Mrs. Fan's identity is also considered noble and the mother of the prime minister.

Song Ci said: "It seems that if I die in the future, I will have this honor."

"Madam!" Madam Gong frowned and scolded softly.

Song Ci smiled awkwardly: "Damn chatting, aren't we just chatting?"

"You can talk about anything, but if you are not lucky, it is better not to talk about it. It is too unlucky."

Song Ci said embarrassedly.

Seeing that she should be happy, but her face was disapproving, she couldn't help feeling a headache.

It’s okay if this person doesn’t care about meat and vegetables, but he doesn’t dislike life and death. It’s really hard to take.

As the carriage was sounded, approaching the Fan family's land, he heard the sound of sorrow and joy, and the car slowed down.

Song Ci opened his eyes while he was sleeping and saw again that the whole road was already blocked by carriages and people, and there was a vague shadow of the five cities' military personnel, in which he maintained order and cleared the passages.

"I'm afraid that all the officials in the city have come?" Song Ci sighed. This is too large. Mourning is even more massive than doing weddings.

Madam Gong said, "This is the first day. In the next few days, more people will come from all over the country, and more people will be coming."

Song Ci sighed: "I enjoyed all wealth and honor in my lifetime, and my grief after my death. Mrs. Fan is probably the object of envy of all the old ladies."
Chapter completed!