Song Xuan didn't answer me immediately, but after being silent for a while, he slowly raised his head to look at me, his gaze seemed very slow: "Miss Yan......"

I know that he has a deep relationship with Mrs. Zhang's ancestors, and at this time he must have been immersed in extreme grief with his whole body, and it was difficult to 'withdraw' out easily, so the usual Qiyu Xuanang and Ying's 'Ting' chic disappeared at this time. шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом The update is so fast. I looked at him like this, and my heart was sour, but I could only say, "Please mourn." ”

“……”

He was silent for a few more moments, as if he understood the meaning of these three words.

He nodded lightly and said, "I know, I will." ”

Although he didn't let out a loud cry of grief, but seeing him so wooden and almost ignorant still made me feel a dull pain in my heart, I stepped forward, and wanted to say something to him, at this time Pei Yuanxiu had already walked behind me, his powerful aura almost made me feel his presence immediately, and when I looked back, he looked at me, and then at Song Xuan, who was pale and bloodless.

It was also at this time that Song Xuan seemed to have a little normal thinking, he looked up and saw Pei Yuanxiu, his eyes were slightly red: "Childe ......"

Pei Yuanxiu sighed lightly, and then said: "Song Gongzi, people can't be resurrected after death, don't be too online." ”

Song Xuan glanced at him deeply, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes, but he didn't wait for the tears to fall, he immediately lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Thank you, son." ”

At this time, Song Huaiyi and the others came to invite us, and everyone walked inside.

An inverted 'spring' cold took the lives of many old people, and also took away the vitality of the earth, those 'flower' branches and trunks that had sprouted buds in the Song Mansion were shriveled down at this time, and the white 'color' numbness was wrapped around the red 'color' beams and pillars, and the lanterns under the eaves emitted a cold white 'color' lifeless light, illuminating the entire mourning hall more and more cold.

At this time, I was still somewhat 'excited' by the fox fur that Pei Yuanxiu had given me, and stretched out my hand to tighten it a little.

As soon as we walked in, the mourners in the mourning hall all got up and came to salute, and even the servants and women who were originally doing things also put down their work and knelt down.

As soon as we turned our heads, we saw a petite figure standing outside the crowd, staring at us with red eyes.

To be exact, it was staring at Pei Yuanxiu.

I still recognized it before I recognized it as Song Yiyi, the strange thing is that I just met her, and the light in the mourning hall is not dim, so I shouldn't be unrecognizable. After looking carefully for a while, I found that compared to the delicate and moving young 'girl' who followed Mrs. Song into the palace, Song Yiyi, who was wearing a decrepit linen dress, looked much more mature than before, and also added a little haggard, her face was pale, almost the same as the filial piety clothes she was wearing, and the eyes that looked wet because of crying were even clearer, black and white, although there was still some distance away, I could almost see the outline of Pei Yuan's slim figure from her eyes.

She looked a little focused, not even paying attention to the fact that I had already walked in front of her, until I opened my mouth and called her, "Miss Song." She shuddered, and the figure shook in her eyes and vanished.

She turned to look at me, "Ah, Yan—Miss Yan—"

I looked at her obviously haggard compared to when we met a few days ago, and said softly, "Has Miss Song been keeping watch in the mourning hall for the past few days?" ”

"Yes," she said. 'Milk' 'Milk' hurts me very much, this last journey, I, I have to send her no matter what. ”

"Miss Song is really filial piety."

I glanced back at the incense candles on the table, the neatly placed fruits, everything seemed so orderly - when I thought about coming to Cangzhou, Zhang Lao Taijun was so sick that he was 'confused' once, at that time, Song Huaiyi was eager to take Cangzhou and enter the capital because of her illness, I am afraid that I have already made some preparations, after all, people have reached this age, this day is said to have come, so for them, it can not be regarded as a complete accident.

And Mrs. Zhang herself, I think back to her clear eyes, maybe for some things, this transparent old man is not completely unprepared.

I sighed lightly, and then said, "Miss Song, don't be too sad. It is a rare relief that the old man walked so peacefully. I don't know, does she have any other 'handover' generation? ”

Although I came to see off Mrs. Zhang for the last time, I also had a little secret wish in my heart.

Song Xuan passed the news to me that day, today, will there be any other hints?

It's just that because Pei Yuanxiu was present, and because Song Xuan was too sad, I didn't go to him again, but asking Song Yiyi this question has nothing to do with clichés, I just really want to comfort this 'girl' child.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my words fell, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, and tears almost burst out of her eyes.

I was stunned all of a sudden: "Miss Song? ”

"I, I-"

She looked at me, tears rolled out, and hurriedly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, but the tears still immediately put the original wet handkerchief***, I suddenly didn't know what happened to make her so painful, fortunately, Mrs. Song next to her saw it, and hurriedly came over to comfort her: "Yiyi, don't do this." If you let the old lady see it, do you want her to go without worry? ”

Although having said that, Song Yiyi's tears could not be stopped by closing the 'door', and in the end, Mrs. Song asked the two maids to come over and help their young lady down to rest for a while, calm down and calm down, and then turned her head to me and said, "Miss Yan, don't be surprised, she is too sad to follow." ”

I hurriedly said, "Young lady, don't say that, how can I blame her for this?" ”

Young Lady Song nodded and sighed again.

I asked, "However, did Mrs. Zhang 'hand' over something before leaving?" Otherwise, why is Miss Yiyi so sad when I ask? ”

Mrs. Song hesitated for a moment, then looked at Pei Yuanxiu, who was talking to Song Huaiyi and them on the other side, sighed lightly, led me to the corner, and said softly: "The night before the old lady left, she called us all to talk and laugh with us. Everyone was fine, but as she was talking, she suddenly said something to Yiyi—"

"What?"

She said that Yiyi is the most ignorant of all her grandchildren, and she is the most relieved.

"This, yes."

"Therefore, she wants to let Yiyi guard her for three years."

“……”

When I heard this, I was still a little confused, but when I looked back at the flying white flags on the mourning hall, I immediately understood, and turned my head to look at Mrs. Song with wide eyes: "The old man means-"

Young Lady Song nodded.

I was speechless for a moment.

Zhang Lao Taijun's sentence said that it was in normal times, it was just a joke, or let her granddaughter guard her was also to let her share the family under her knees, and there was no other meaning; But she died of illness not long after she finished speaking, and Song Yiyi wanted to guard her for three years, wouldn't it be - to keep filial piety for three years?

No wonder when I first came in, I saw that she was wearing a filial piety dress that was more solemn than the Qi decay filial piety dress on Song Xuan's body, which meant to keep filial piety for three years.

After three years of filial piety, wouldn't it be the matter of her going to enter the palace-

Thinking of this, I hurriedly turned my head to look at Pei Yuanxiu, at this time Song Huaiyi and his younger brother Song Huai'an both leaned over him and made a big salute, Pei Yuanxiu didn't say anything, just raised his hand to signal that they didn't need to be polite, and seemed to comfort them with two words.

It seems that he also knows about this.

Of course, there are some people in this world who want to cut off their heads and send their 'daughters' into the harem, to fight for the emperor's even eyes, to get a seat of warmth that they don't know when, Song Huai'an and them, of course, also have such thoughts, but they are also very filial people in the end, and they are unwilling to let the last wish of the old man before his death be shattered, so he made this choice painfully.

It's no wonder that Song Yiyi is so sad.

When Pei Yuanxiu set up a banquet that day, I had already seen her thoughts, I thought that something good was coming, but I didn't expect things to suddenly take such a big turn.

A little girl, thinking about 'spring' feelings but encountering an inverted 'spring' cold, how can she not be sad from it?

I said, "Do you want me to comfort her?" ”

Young Lady Song hurriedly said, "Miss Yan doesn't have to work hard, I have already comforted her." Yiyi is young, and there is any willful 'sex', and it will be fine in two days. ”

I don't think it's a question of willfulness.

But I didn't say much, as soon as I finished talking to her here, and the conversation over there, Song Huaiyi invited us to sit in the side hall and drink tea, and I followed Pei Yuanxiu over.

Although it is a funeral, but for such a powerful 'door' as the Song family, the funeral also symbolizes their status and decency, along the way, I saw a lot of luxuriously dressed people, all of whom came to greet Pei Yuan, probably it was rare to see him, some people have been following him, and later Song Huaiyi asked people to stay outside the 'door' of the side hall, so as to isolate the disturbance of these people.

Pei Yuanxiu and I went in and sat down.

The draperies hanging down all around blocked the cold of the night, and the warm tea also gave us a little lively breath, Pei Yuanxiu looked around, and then said to Song Huaiyi: "Everything is ready, right?" ”

Song Huaiyi was silent for a moment, and his face seemed to 'show' a little difficult.

Pei Yuan cultivated: "What? Is there anything else that hasn't been done? ”

"It's not that I didn't do it, but—"

Song Huaiyi hesitated for a moment, walked up to Pei Yuanxiu, and said in a low voice: "There is one thing, I want to ask my son for forgiveness." ”

"Forgiveness?"

Pei Yuanxiu was stunned for a moment.