In the elegant and luxurious courtyard, the eldest son of the Yun family, dressed in white brocade, with a face like a crown jade, and an extraordinary temperament, is reading a book in the pavilion. It is already the coldest month of winter, but this river city is not cold, there is still sunshine.
Brilliant, the courtyard is full of fresh green, a scene in spring.
"Young Master..." The young man in blue shorts ran into the yard and saw the young master reading in the pavilion. He hurriedly stopped and put away his reckless look and walked slowly over.
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Half a year ago, the eldest young master and the young master of the Chen family got into a fight over a singer in Piaoxiang Pavilion. The eldest young master was pushed down the stairs by the young master of the Chen family. He injured his head and fell into a coma for three months before he woke up.
After arriving, this man lost his memory and his personality also changed drastically. The young man who used to be hot-tempered, disliked reading, and was cynical, but only liked to hang out in flower houses, drink and have fun, has become mature and stable.
She also likes to read, is courteous and courteous to others, and doesn't like to have fun.
In the past, everyone said that the eldest young master of their Yun family was all in appearance. Apart from his good-looking face, there was nothing good about him. He had a handsome and gentle face in vain. But now, their young master can be regarded as the same on the outside as he is on the inside.
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Seeing the person coming, Yun Luochuan closed the book.
The young man entered the pavilion and called out again: "Master, Xiao Liu is back."
"Oh~" Yun Luochuan raised his phoenix eyes, "How about it?"
The young man said: "Xiao Liu said that the army has returned to the court, and the people of the Song family have also returned to the imperial city, but..."
"But what?" Yun Luochuan raised his eyebrows.
"However, Mrs. Song and the young master contracted a serious infectious disease on their way back to the imperial city."
Yun Luochuan's eyebrows tightened a little because of the serious disease, and relaxed again after a while. There were two miracle doctors in the imperial city, so even if she contracted a serious disease, there should be no problem.
"Did Xiaoliu tell the people at the Imperial City shops to write to me every month about all the big and small things that happened in the Imperial City?"
The boy nodded and said, "I already told you."
The eldest young master is really strange now. He is far away in Jiangcheng but wants to know what happened in the imperial city.
On December 19th, at the Zhenguo General's Mansion, cries were first heard, and then white lanterns were hung at the gate. Shen Wan, the wife of the Zhenguo General, and Song Zian, the young master, died of serious illnesses.
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As soon as this news came out, the imperial city was in an uproar.
Because the diseases they contracted were contagious, the doctor suggested not to rest for too long and to bury them as soon as possible.
In the morning of that day, a mourning hall was set up in the Zhenguo General's Mansion, and news came out that the funeral would be held tomorrow morning.
That afternoon, there was an endless stream of people who came to express their condolences. In addition to court officials, there were also merchants who had business dealings with Izumo Villa.
Xuanyuan Yu came just at night. Looking at the large and small coffins parked in the mourning hall, he still couldn't believe that Mrs. Song and the young and cute baby were really dead. He climbed up the three pillars
Xiang, said some words of comfort to Song Heng and then returned to the palace.
Early the next morning, before Mrs. Song and Young Master Song started their funeral, the street outside the General's Mansion was already full of people. These people knew that Mrs. Song and Young Master Song were going to be funeral today, so they spontaneously came to see them off.
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When the time came, the funeral procession and coffin were carried out. Song Ziling, wearing linen and mourning, walked at the front holding Shen Wan's coffin. Song Ziyu, like him, wore linen and mourning, and walked behind him. Song Heng wore black clothes
, walking beside the coffin, his face full of sorrow. It was as if his wife and child had really died.
Looking at the large and small coffins, many people had red eyes.
The mournful music began to play, and the people standing on both sides of the street began to cry.
"What a good person this Mrs. Song is! Why did she just go? Wuwu..."
When one person cries, the people around him are infected and start crying too.