King Jin had no time to think about anything else, so he ordered You Song: "Go to Xie's house and teahouse to report the news, ask Mrs.
Please go and ask the four bureaus to come and set up the mourning hall."
"yes."
"Also," King Jin looked at Huang Ting, "give You Song the pair of cards, go to Xiaoba's place to open a bank account, and spend two or three thousand taels on Mrs.
Go and ask the chief minister of Daxiangguo Temple to handle the matter of Zhuizhailiqi."
He thought for a while to see if there was anything he had missed, and finally said: "Xie Changshi replaced me at the Daxiangguo Temple. You asked him to give me seven days' leave, saying that I was sick."
You Song responded one by one and went to report the letter first.
When Mrs. Xie and others heard the sudden bad news, they were all shocked, packed up and rushed to the Song family.
Liu Qin thought that Song Huiyue treated her just like any other young lady, but now she lost her mother at a young age. Tears welled up in her eyelashes. She took off her hairpin, washed off her makeup, changed into plain clothes, and rushed with Tie Zhenshan.
go.
Tie Zhenshan hid a knife in her sleeve. When she walked to the Song family, she saw that everything in her eyes was white. The person who came had already changed into muslin.
Liu Qin and Tie Zhenshan also quickly took the linen clothes from the people in the Fourth Bureau and put them on. Then Liu Qin went to find Mrs. Xie, while Tie Zhenshan went to find King Jin's disciples.
King Jin's disciples were hanging prayer flags and talking at the same time: "Eighth Master, it must have been done by the Zhang family. Only the Zhang family's son likes to kill people and set fires. That medicine shop is the scapegoat!"
"Who else could be there besides him? It must be to avenge the prince's imprisonment."
"Why did the prince let him go?"
Tie Zhenshan said coolly from the side: "Your prince has lost his mind."
Xie Zhou was startled when he heard this. He looked up and saw Tie Zhenshan, and immediately said: "My lord, he is better than you even if he has no brains."
Tie Zhenshan snorted coldly, took out a sharp knife and shook it: "I don't understand the twists and turns of you people. I will kill the person named Zhang right away to eliminate harm for the people."
Xie Zhou rolled his eyes: "You'd better get rid of yourself first, you can't even beat that old bastard next to Zhang Xutang."
Tie Zhenshan ignored him and only asked the others: "Are you going?"
Hou Er stood up: "Go."
Su Xiaojun also stood up: "I'll go too, it's too much to bully others."
Xie Zhou scolded: "Your brain is stuck in the sole of your shoe? The Imperial Army is still watching you!"
"Why didn't the Imperial Army arrest the Zhang family for murder and arson?" Tie Zhenshan shouted and mocked Li Changfeng who was passing by the door, "It seems that the Imperial Army only arrests good people!"
Li Changfeng staggered while holding the oil pot. For the first time, he felt that he was so hated by others.
He was off duty today and came out to pump oil, so he passed through Caomen Street out of habit. He didn't expect to see such a big change in the Song family. When he heard Tie Zhenshan's cynicism towards him, he couldn't help but said: "What are you?"
Want to commit a crime? Who has time to stare at you? Stop putting gold on your face."
After that, he walked away in a hurry, not even noticing that the oil was spilled.
Tie Zhenshan turned to look at Xie Zhou, eyebrows raised and eyes raised: "He looks down on me!"
Xie Zhou waved his hand: "Yes, he looks down on you, go and do something big and make him look down on you."
Hou Er said: "He pretended not to see him. Should we leave now or wait until night?"
Tie Zhenshan believed that killing was the same as eating, and she could not wait for a moment. She led the people out of the house with murderous intent, and soon came back dejected. Zhang Xutang went to the palace to accompany the two princes to study. After a while,
Will not leave the palace.
"Shut up!" Tie Zhenshan scolded angrily.
Xie Zhou said loudly: "The turtle-slayer man is here to carry the incense case."
"You are the fucking Turtle Slayer!" Tie Zhenshan angrily went to carry the incense case.
Everyone worked together to organize the funeral. Mrs. Song moved the coffin into the coffin and lit a bowl of light with camellia oil, which could not be extinguished until the burial.
Song Huiyue had changed her filial piety and was supposed to kneel in front of the coffin to burn paper and add lamp oil, but she ignored her and only looked at Mrs. Song in the coffin.
All sounds left her. Her soul was torn apart and could not be gathered together. There was a constant roar in her ears, as if someone was talking continuously in her ears, but she could not distinguish it.
The mother-in-law is gone, she no longer has a mother.
The lights were extinguished one by one in front of her eyes, everything was becoming dim, and the world was so boring that it was impossible to miss it.
Her ears couldn't hear clearly and her eyes began to blur. She couldn't see anyone except Mrs. Song.
A day and a night passed, and she was not touched by any water. Although the mourning hall was filled with ice basins, the lid of the coffin still had to be closed.
The weather is hot, so even if the coffin is parked for seven days, the coffin lid must be nailed early, otherwise Mrs. Song will rot in public.
However, Song Huiyue refused to cover her, and just stared at Mrs. Song without eating or drinking.
Mrs. Xie took the initiative and spared no expense to put ice in the mourning hall. The ice cubes were piled up like snow mountains, which delayed it for another day.
On the third day, the coffin lid had to be sealed.
You Song led the people to seal the coffin, and Song Huiyue sat there without moving. However, when the coffin lid was about to close, she suddenly let out a roar, her throat seemed to be torn, and she rushed forward and hugged the coffin.
Cover, howl loudly.
"Don't... don't... this is my mother-in-law... mother-in-law, please wake up... mother-in-law..."
She cried hoarsely and spoke heartbreakingly. Everyone present shed tears, and even the few guests couldn't help but have red eyes. However, the coffin lid still had to be nailed.
King Jin strode forward, hugged Song Huiyue from behind, took her away from the coffin, dragged her and hugged her, and the two of them left the mourning hall with difficulty.
The coffin lid closed with a "bang", and then there was the dull sound of hammering nails. Song Huiyue struggled with her legs, kept twisting her head back, and cried with tears in her eyes: "No... A Niang! A Niang!"
mother!!"
However, King Jin did not allow her to look back, and carried her into Song Qinghui's house. There was a lot of noise outside, but inside it was extremely quiet. Song Qinghui seemed to be awake, and the eyes under his eyelids moved from time to time, and his fingers moved more frequently.
King Jin put her next to the bed and asked her to look at the fair-skinned Song Qinghui: "Look at Qinghui. Your mother-in-law is gone. If you get mad again, what will Qinghui do?"
Song Qinghui moved his fingers lightly, and his eyes quickly rolled several times under his eyelids. Song Huiyue sat blankly, not crying anymore, and allowed King Jin to wipe her tears and nose with a handkerchief.
King Jin brought hot tea, put it to her mouth, and forced her to drink it. He broke the chestnut cake into small pieces, pinched her mouth open, and poked it into her mouth.
Song Huiyue's chewing behavior seemed very dull, and she stared at Song Qinghui blankly for a long time.
She imagined that grandma would lie alone in a dark coffin and be buried in the cold ground. There would be insects, snakes, rats and ants in the ground, which would eat the coffin, get in and bite grandma, and the tree roots and bamboo roots would pierce her.
The coffin, the rain will fall from the sky, soaking the coffin, and none of the nails will work. In the end, the coffin will fall apart, and the mother-in-law will fall out from inside.
She was so scared, afraid that her grandma would be in pain, afraid that her grandma would be cold, and afraid that her grandma would be lonely. She was also very afraid of the Zhang family, Zhang Xutang, and the strife in the court.
King Jin knelt down on one knee and forced Song Huiyue to eat and drink. His eyes were full of pain, because in his eyes, Song Huiyue, the bright moon, was falling heavily to the ground and was about to disperse.