Aunt Kong had already retreated, and Song Qinghuan looked at Old Mrs. Song in horror.
She was adopted by her master. When she was young, her master gave her a decent name, but later on she always thought she was not good at learning, so she kept saying "silly girl, stupid girl" all day long.
So much so that "silly girl" became her name, and even she couldn't remember the real name.
But how did Mrs. Song know this title?
Mrs. Song waved to her, and Song Qinghuan came next to her with a heart in her hand.
"I know you are not my girl." Old Mrs. Song said again in a shocking way.
"But you are better than that girl Qing Huan."
Song Qinghuan stared in disbelief.
Old Mrs. Song stretched out her skinny hand and took Song Qinghuan. A sneer appeared on her lips: "You are a good child. I will bless you when I go. This is the case with the Song family, but I want to ask for help."
It's your business."
Although Song Qinghuan said that he had evolved from a soul and had seen dead people, he was extremely scared when he saw Old Mrs. Song looking like this.
She trembled and said: "Grandma, grandma, if you have any orders, just tell me, I, I will do my best."
Old Mrs. Song sighed softly and said nothing else, "I can't worry about this kid Jing Yu."
Song Qinghuan responded quickly: "Grandma, don't worry, Jing Yu is my biological brother. As long as I live, I will protect him."
Mrs. Song did not doubt Song Qinghuan's words. She patted her hand again and said, "You are a good child."
After saying this, there was nothing else to say to Song Qinghuan.
Old Mrs. Song called Mother Kong in, stretched out her hand and said to her: "I'm tired, I'm going to lie down."
Mother Kong's eyes turned red and she responded, "I'll wait for the girl to rest."
Old Mrs. Song responded: "Arui, you can be considered as serving me for the rest of your life."
Aunt Kong responded: "This slave has been serving girls since she was eight years old. She has been there all her life."
The master and the servant were talking softly, and Song Qinghuan knelt outside the screen in a cold sweat, not hearing a word clearly.
Old Mrs. Song's words "I know you are not my girl, but you are better than that girl Qing Huan" can't help but come to mind.
Mrs. Song's voice inside the screen became smaller and smaller, and finally she raised her voice and said: "Remember, I will never share the same acupuncture point with the old Marquis, and I will never..."
As soon as the sound fell, Grandma Kong's heartbreaking cry came: "Girl, girl..."
Aunt Kong shouted, and Song Wende's crying that had finally stopped started rising again.
Xiao Yun and Song Qingyan also started to cry. The maids and women knelt all over the yard, their cries rising and falling.
But Song Qinghuan couldn't cry a word, her eyes were sore, but she didn't get a single tear.
When Xiao Ci arrived, the cries in the mansion were already rising. The maids and servants took down the red lanterns and red silk and Double Happiness in the mansion, and replaced them with white lanterns and white sails.
He frowned and thought: It's still too late.
But then his steps became bigger and bigger, and he asked the little maid to lead him all the way to Mrs. Song's yard.
Song Qinghuan followed Xiaoyun's family and got up. Mrs. Song went first. There was a funeral to be held in the mansion, but the plague in the capital happened to happen, which made it difficult.
Xiaoyun stood in the corridor and ordered the people in charge to get everything done. Seeing Song Qinghuan's expression was not good, she said, "Are you okay?"
Song Qinghuan shook her head. Her whole body was cold, and she couldn't tell what was wrong.
When he looked up and saw Xiao Ci striding towards him, he couldn't help but shed tears.
Xiao Ci certainly saw Song Qinghuan's pitiful appearance, but Xiao Yun couldn't help it.
He only stepped forward to salute Xiaoyun and said apologetically: "I've met my mother-in-law, I'm late."
Xiaoyun nodded: "I'm determined."
There was a new funeral in the house, and there were many things to be done. The mourning hall was set up, Mrs. Song's body had to be placed in the coffin, and the incense and candle tributes had to be placed one by one. Xiao Yun had no time to say hello.
He asked Song Qinghuan to sit with Xiao Ci first.
Song Qinghuan's tears couldn't stop flowing, and she gave a vague response when she heard the words. As soon as Xiao Yun left, she threw herself into Xiao Ci's arms without any scruples and burst into tears.
Xiao Ci only thought that her mood collapsed because of the death of Mrs. Song. He gently stroked her back and comforted her: "Everyone has this happen to them. I'm sorry."
He rested his chin on the top of her head, feeling her twitching from crying, and felt a lot in his heart.
Song Qinghuan cried out all the fears in her heart and felt much better immediately. Seeing that Texue was still waiting not far away, she felt a little embarrassed again.
Wiping away his tears, he said uncomfortably: "Why did you come here?"
The epidemic situation has been somewhat controlled in the past two days, but neither the Wucheng Office nor the Shuntian Mansion dared to be careless. When Liu Jian went to deliver the message, he was taking over and leading people to patrol the city outside.
It took Liu Jian a while to find it, but he rushed over as soon as he got the letter. He never thought it was too late.
Seeing Song Qinghuan crying like this again, she just thought she was sad that she didn't see her, and blamed herself for not showing up in time, so she felt guilty and said: "It's all my fault. I wasted a while. It won't happen like this again next time."
The two have different thoughts, but they also complement each other.
Song Qinghuan's hands were cold, so he asked Xiao Ci to hold them. Seeing the chaos inside and outside the courtyard, he said again: "Take me to Lanyue Pavilion to sit for a while. I didn't even drink tea all the way."
superior."
After a pause, he then said: "The plague in the city has not yet been brought under control, and I cannot stay for long. I have to go to the Five Cities Station soon."
Song Qinghuan understood him, so she nodded and said, "I know."
Then he told Ta Xue: "Let's see if the kitchen can prepare some simple pasta and bring it over, so that the prince can have some before he goes."
Texue left in response, Song Qinghuan let Xiao Ci pull him, and the two of them walked to Lanyue Pavilion leisurely.
All the maids and ladies in the courtyard were assigned to attend to the funeral of Old Mrs. Song.
Texue went to the kitchen again, but there was no one available for a while, so Song Qinghuan rolled up his sleeves, lit up the small red clay stove, and boiled water to make tea for Xiao Ci.
Xiao Ci was fine sitting alone in the main room, so he followed Song Qinghuan to the side room. He saw that her hands were trembling slightly and she couldn't light the stove for a long time.
Then he took the fire certificate from her hand and said softly: "I'll do it."
Then he said: "You go and sit down for a while, and I will make tea for you myself."
He laughed: "There are not many people in this world who have such a privilege to drink the tea brewed for their husband."
Song Qinghuan's mind was not here. He smiled when he heard this and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
I remembered what the old lady said before she died, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps again. I paused and said, "I, I'm a little scared."
