There are several high mansions in Kyoto, and the Song family is one of them, and the important ministers of the three dynasties are loyal and good from generation to generation. Since Song Qixiang, the children of the Song family have become more and more successful. Song Haiqing served as the secretary of the three-grade criminal department in the court, and Song Boyan was even more young and was personally promoted by His Majesty Xià to the four-grade middle school scholar a few years ago. A glory, envy of how many literati and warriors in the world.

With such a family, the mansion is magnificent, but Jing Ning didn't roll his eyes to look at it, only put his hands in front of him, and walked forward with Song Boyan without being surprised.

When she first saw Old Man Song, her mood was no longer calm after all, and this old man, who had been amazed for half her life and was like a pine, couldn't help but moisten her eyes the moment she stepped into the door.

Even though he was angry with his daughter for eloping with someone regardless of him, even though he complained that Xue Yi had caused him to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, he had never been angry with this only granddaughter.

The huge main hall was full of people, Jing Ning bowed his head and saluted, and said softly: "Jing Ning has seen grandfather, uncle and aunt. ”

Song Qixiang waved at her, "Come closer and I'll take a look." ”

Jing Ning got up and walked forward, Song Qixiang looked at her carefully, and said for a long time, "It's really good, and it's a relief." ”

She said yes.

Song Qixiang paused, and then asked, "Your father's funeral ......?"

Knowing what the old man was asking, she whispered, "The funeral is scheduled for tomorrow." ”

"Tomorrow?" Song Haiqing on the side was surprised, "This ...... Isn't it too rushed? "It's not ready yet......

She shook her head and said, "My father didn't like to be publicized when he was alive, and he only wanted to be buried with his mother when he returned to Beijing, and that was enough." As for the rest, it is still easy to use. ”

"It's fine." Song Qixiang patted the chair handle, "It's time for your father to go into the ground quickly." His voice softened, looking a little tired, "Bo Yan, you lead Jing Ning down to rest first, remember to send people to prepare for tomorrow's affairs." ”

"My grandson understands."

Xue Jingning saluted and retired.

The courtyard where she lived in the Song family was where her mother lived before she got married, and she kept it for more than ten years, knowing that she was going back to Beijing, so she asked someone to repair this good life early, added some things that her little daughter's family liked, made several sets of ready-to-wear, and transferred a few clever maids, thinking that she wanted to stay here for a long time.

It's just that she petitioned in the palace this morning, and even if the prince thinks about it, he will allow her to take office.

In Kyoto, I'm afraid she won't be able to stay for a few days.

It's bound to live up to their kindness.

There was no dream all night, and the clear light of the morning sun cast on the ground, and it was a sunny and cloudless day. The Song family set up various places overnight last night, the mourning hall and the establishment were not messy at all due to the rush of time, and the corridors and the high gate outside the house were also hung with white cloths, and the originally solemn Song Mansion seemed even more heavy and speechless today.

She was still dressed in plain clothes, kneeling beside the coffin in the hall with her head and waist tied up. What was placed in it was Xue Yi's ashes, and as soon as the funeral was over, he and Song Haixin would be buried together, which was all his infatuation for more than ten years.

The clay basin next to his knees was blazing, and one by one the dark paper was thrown into it, causing the fire to be even better. Jing Ning knelt without saying a word, and after the guests who came and went to mourn burned incense and knelt down, they had to stop in front of her and say a word of "festival mourning and change", seeing her hanging her head and sadness, she didn't say more, shook her head and stepped out of the door.

Almost all of the people who came to offer condolences were ministers of the DPRK and China. It's not for Xue Yi, it's more like giving the Song family a face. Everyone walked through the motions and bowed in front of the hall with incense, which can be regarded as a complete ceremony.

I was thinking about whether to find a time to leave, but I heard an internal supervisor at the door quickly enter the house and shouted, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived——! ”

Not only those bureaucratic guests, but also the people of the Song Mansion were also shocked that the funeral of a small prefect actually attracted His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to come in person.

Looking at the court, there can be a few people who can make the prince come forward to mourn, such a glory, this Xue Zhifu can be regarded as a life in vain.

In addition to sighing, everyone in the house did not stop what they were doing, and hurriedly knelt down to call Chitose together. Jing Ning flicked his sleeves, turned the direction directly, and leaned down to salute him.

"Flat." Xiao Yan strode in and personally helped Song Qixiang up, "Your Majesty is not feeling well, but I am grateful for Xue Jungong's hard work and hard work, and I am specially ordered to send Xue Qing on his last journey." ”

Xue Yi was demoted to the prefect of Pingcheng as early as three years ago, and now the prince actually calls him the county prince in front of many courtiers, obviously to restore his title and let him leave a monument in history as the second rank of the county prince.

In the end, Majesty Xià is a person who misses the old, and when Pishan was rescued, he always remembers it in his heart. After the ministers sighed, they couldn't help but be silent, which was unexpected but reasonable.

The guard behind him handed over the incense, Xiao Yan took it, bent down and bowed three times, and then the guard inserted it into the small incense burner.

Walking in front of Jing Ning, her eyes fell on the hem of her plain white clothes, and her voice was lowered, "Miss Xue, people can't be resurrected after death." ”

She finally raised her head, and saw that he had specially changed into a black robe today, standing upright an inch away from her. Lowered his eyebrows and replied, "Thank you, Your Highness." ”

"I've been kneeling for most of the day, I'm afraid my knees shouldn't be able to stand it, you come out for a while, I have something to explain to you."

When he said this in front of everyone, he didn't worry that others would have a lot of conjectures? Jing Ning frowned, not knowing what he was going to say, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he had to answer and follow him out of the house.