In the elegant and luxurious courtyard, the eldest son of the Yun family, dressed in white brocade clothes, with a face like a crown jade and an extraordinary temperament, is reading a book in the pavilion.
It is already the twelfth lunar month of winter, but it is not cold in Jiangcheng. The sun is still bright and the courtyard is full of fresh green, giving it a spring scene.
"Young Master..." The young man in blue shorts ran into the yard, saw the young master reading in the pavilion, hurriedly stopped, put away his rash appearance, and walked slowly over.
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 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 waking up, the man lost his memory and his personality changed drastically.
The young master who used to be hot-tempered, disliked reading, and was cynical, and only liked to hang out in flower houses, drink and have fun. Now he has become mature and stable. He also likes to read, is courteous and courteous to others, and no longer likes to have fun.
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Everyone used to say that the eldest young master of their Yun family was just a man with nothing but a good-looking face. He had a handsome and gentle face in vain.
But now, their young master is the same as what he looks like.
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 boy 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 more due to the serious illness, and relaxed again after a while.
There are two miracle doctors in the imperial city, so even if she contracts a serious disease, there should be no problem.
"Did Xiaoliu tell the people at the Imperial City stores to let them 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 is happening in the imperial city.
On December 19, 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 general Zhenguo, and Song Zian, the young master, died of serious illnesses.
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 put on three sticks of incense, said some words of comfort to Song Heng, and then returned to the palace.
Early the next morning, before Mrs. Song and the young master started the funeral, the street outside the General's Mansion was already full of people.
These people all knew that Mrs. Song and Young Master Song were going to have a funeral today, so they spontaneously came to see them off.
When the time came, the funeral procession and coffin were carried out.
Song Ziling, wearing mourning clothes and mourning, walked at the front holding Shen Wan's coffin.
Song Ziyu, wearing sackcloth and filial piety, walked behind him.
Song Heng, dressed in black, walked beside the coffin with a look of sorrow on his face.
It was as if he had really lost his wife and children.
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 go there? Wuwu..." One person cried, and the people around him were infected and started crying too.