Up and down the Song Mansion, plain white, from top to bottom, both men and women, all dressed in mourning clothes with sad faces. The wife of the Song family, Han, married into the Song family in a hurry for ten years, but she was just twenty or six years old, and she left a pair of young girls to die.

At this time, it was also the turmoil in Beijing, the emperor was unwell, and the Great Chitose took advantage of the time when His Royal Highness the Fifth Highness left Beijing to enter the palace and never came out. The Han family has a lot to do with His Royal Highness Five, and it has always been on that side, so this time the Song Han family went, but they didn't see any relatives and friends who had been good friends in the past.

It's true that the tree hasn't fallen yet, and the monkeys are about to disperse. But for the Song family, this matter can't be said to be good or bad? After all, it was the Han Mansion that was closer to the Fifth Highness...... If it was really the eldest prince who came to power, then the Song family would be able to escape this time by killing his wife.

A young boy of four or five years old knelt in front of the mourning hall, crying and rubbing his eyes, and hiccuping.

There were also kneeling on the side, several young women dressed in plain clothes, holding handkerchiefs to hide their faces and weep.

It was getting dark outside, and a man of about thirty walked in, clearly dressed in mourning clothes and sackcloth, wearing on his long body, which seemed to have a unique charm. The five views are handsome, gentle as jade, and even the gestures have three points of free and easy, which makes people look at the heart.

This is Tanhualang back then, and Han's husband who went, Song Yuci.

After entering the mourning hall, he first looked at the coffin with a sad face and sighed, walked to the boy's side and touched his head, and said to the nurse behind him: "Take Brother Zhen down and wash up, and let him rest with some warm soup." ”

The nurse behind him respectfully retreated, and the concubines who were kneeling on the edge of the coffin saw him coming, and one by one they were even more pear blossoms and rain, singing songs, crying gracefully, and calling "sister" in their mouths.

A woman with a goose egg face and red eyes was helped up by the maid, walked to Song Yuci's side, and was blessed: "Xianggong also go down to rest, here we are." If you are tired of your husband, my sister is uneasy at the bottom. ”

Putting incense on the front of the coffin again, Song Yuci nodded, looked at the coffin for a while, and then ordered these concubines who had been kneeling for a day to go down to rest, and Fang withdrew with his hands.

fluttering, a touch of invisible whiteness flew out of the mourning hall, and after a slight hesitation, he followed the man to the place where he went to the study.

After entering, Song Yuci's expression slowed down and he let out a sigh. There was already a person sitting inside at this time, and when he saw him come in, he got up with a smile: "Childe has worked hard today." ”

Song Yuci shook his head slowly, and a faint smile came out of his lips: "It's just a few days of busyness." ”

The man in the room looked thirty or forty years old, and his appearance was a little obscene. Compared with this handsome Song Gongzi, he is a head shorter, with a stiff body, the corners of his mouth are always raised, and he has three points of laughter if he doesn't smile, which is only three points more ugly than not laughing: "In this way, it can be relieved of this incident." ”

Song Yuci didn't seem to care, but sighed in his mouth: "Alas, it's just a pity for Madame." ”

The man smiled slightly: "Those who have achieved great things are not informal, so why should a big husband have no wife?" "Let's say that, look left and right outside the door behind him, and close the door casually, "Lord Huang heard that he was going to ask for a beheading soon, and His Royal Highness took advantage of the Fifth Highness to go out of Beijing, and I don't know how to say it to His Majesty in the palace......"

"Your Majesty's lower body has never been very good......"

The two looked at each other, their expressions dark.

The man said again: "The fourth lady of the Han Mansion and the third miss of the Jingwang Mansion are ......."

Song Yuci smiled indifferently, his confidence floated to himself, and he glanced at the person from the corner of his eye, just this translation was enough to make people lose their minds: "Naturally proper." After that, there was a pause, "The fourth sister stopped me at the mourning hall that day, and she was going to tell her mother that she would marry the deceased sister to take care of Brother Zhen and Sister Rui." ”

The man laughed out loud and shook his head again and again: "I know your methods, even the one who respects the prince's family is also generally devoted to you...... Hey, if you had known that Lu Daojing and the eldest prince could succeed, you wouldn't have to be the daughter of the Han family at the beginning......"

Song Yuci smiled indifferently again: "It's nothing more than pressing the treasure, how much difference can there be between women in the world?" And this matter has to be seen again, if there is a change after the Fifth Highness returns to Beijing......"

"It is naturally good to take the opportunity to marry a sister-in-law to come in, even if it sounds a little easier to say outside, after all, the prince's family is a concubine, and the words of the continuation are a little too conspicuous......"

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside, and both of them stopped, only to hear the report outside: "Aunt Yang sent soup over, can the master use some?" ”

Song Yuci frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Take it first, and talk about it later." ”

"Yes."

The man chuckled, and saw that Song Yuci turned his head, and only said coldly: "Stupid woman......"

The pale white shadow in the air flickered, Song Yuci suddenly felt a chill in the back of his neck, as if he vaguely heard a sigh, and when he pricked up his ears to listen carefully, there seemed to be a whisper in his ears, and it was like - "Song Lang, do you dare to tell me, how did I die?" ”

His heart trembled violently, as if a cold wind was blowing, and he suddenly stood up from his chair. The old man was stunned and wondered, "What's wrong with the son?" But something forgot? ”

Song Yuci smiled stiffly, and when he listened carefully, he didn't hear it again: "It's okay, I just feel it...... It's a little cold. ”

Puzzled looked out the window, and then listened to the voice, the man nodded suspiciously, and didn't ask any more questions.

Two inconspicuous pale whites slipped from the white mist and fell quietly to the ground, like water droplets hitting the ground and disappearing. When I looked at the very shallow pale white that originally floated on it, there was no trace of it.

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His eyelids were heavy, and it took a lot of effort for Han Yu to reluctantly open his eyes. The situation in front of me was in a trance, and I only felt that the red not far above my head was very beautiful, and the light outside the window looked extremely beautiful, and in a trance, it seemed that I had returned to the time when I was not married......

At that time, in her boudoir, my mother liked to make a tent for herself with the light yarn that was as thin as silkworm wings and the color of the palace was rewarded, and the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River was embroidered with ten miles of pink.

"Miss?! Miss is awake! There was a sudden exclamation in his ears, which made Han Xiao feel that he had a headache, and he didn't know which maid was screaming so unruly. frowned again, except for her husband who was still disappointed and resentful, all she could think about was her own pair of children.

Fei Li opened his mouth: "Brother Zhen'er......"

The footsteps beside the bed were hurried, as if someone was going out, and I heard another familiar and slightly old woman ask in surprise in her ear: "The girl wants to see the young master Zheng?" ”

Han Yu was stunned again, and then he saw clearly the person who asked him next to the bed, the woman was in her forties, combing the woman's hair, the clothes on her body were very clean and quiet, only wearing two golden hairpins, and her hair was combed neatly.

Isn't this my own wet nurse, Mother Qian? A few years ago, because she was a little older, she had been taken out of the house by her son to be raised, and she came back to mourn in her mourning hall in the past two days......

Wait, where's the mourning hall?! Where is this?!

There was a sudden suddenness in his heart, and the originally vague scenery in front of him suddenly became clear, and Han Xiao was about to sit up with his arm strained.

The top of the head is the red tent, covered around the stepping bed, and the furnishings and displays in the room are all new and delicate, which place, which one, where is it like something placed on the mourning hall?!

But these are so familiar, just like in the boudoir when I was not married......

Han Xiao was stunned here, Mother Qian and a few maids around her were frightened, the second girl slept for more than two days after falling into the water, and she didn't wake up until this moment, but her eyes were straight, and her appearance was also as if she was frightened, if something really was wrong......

"Sister Xiao'er is awake?!" A woman's voice came from outside, and the beaded curtain was hurriedly lifted from the outside.

Han Xiao was stunned to see her mother, who was ten years younger, walking in anxiously, and she was followed by the maid Xia Cicada who had a miscarriage a few years ago?!

With a sudden tremor in his heart, Han Yu hurriedly turned his head to look to the side, only to see that the maid behind Mother Qian, who also looked anxious, was Xia He, who was still combing the maid's head!

“…… What's going on? It was dark in front of him, and before Han Yu fainted again, he was hugged by his mother into his arms, and he smelled a Buddha fragrance in his nose.

"Xiao'er, Xiao'er? What's wrong? Do you remember your mother?! Seeing his daughter's eyes straight from side to side, Jiang was so frightened that he panicked, and kept running his hand on her back, for fear that something would happen to his daughter.

After listening to his mother's voice and remembering the appearance of his mother crying and fainting in the mourning hall, Han Xiaobei started from his heart, hugged his mother's body with his backhand, and cried unscrupulously.

When the second and third ladies of Han Fu were wandering in the garden, they both fell into the water while playing on the water corridor. The puddle was obviously not deep, but the second miss slept for two days before waking up, and the third miss didn't wake up until the morning of the third day.

For a while, everyone in the Han Mansion kept their voices in a low voice, not daring to make a sound, for fear of annoying the master and being implicated again.

Looking at the face in the bronze mirror in the cardamom years, I couldn't believe it, but I also deeply understood that I had returned to ten years ago.

Han Yu slowly closed her eyes, in her last life, until she died, she didn't know that her husband was a big dealer. I don't know that the love of children is better than him, but it is just a tool.

The love before his death was never broken in the ten years he was married. Even when he gave birth to Sister Rui's son and lingered on the sickbed, he would come to visit him every day. Unexpectedly, it wasn't until after he died, until his ghost was floating in the Song Mansion, that he listened to his words with the staff without any opinion, and was stunned to find that his husband had never treated him sincerely.

He was able to watch the soup that Aunt Yang gave him and the medicine he used coldly, just because the eldest prince was about to occupy the most honorable position in the world, the Han family, not only was he useless, but it was a drag......

Hate, who are you going to hate? Blame? Who is to blame?

If it weren't for the fact that I was bent on marrying him; If it weren't for the fact that he was still the two of them that day, they would have made a private decision for life; If he hadn't listened to his mother's advice that day, he would have been more affectionate if he was a poor scholar......

took a deep breath, if he hadn't come back, in the previous life, when the eldest prince in the palace sat on that big seat, the next sad and desperate person would be the little sister who trusted each other, right?

I opened my eyes again, and looked at the face in the bronze mirror that was still immature and young, but it was beginning to show color, and the eyes that should have been full of vitality and longing for the future seemed deep and dark.

Whether it is Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly or Butterfly's dream Zhuang Zhou, since Cangtian has given her a chance in this life, even if she cuts her hair and does not marry in this life, she will never be the stepping stone of that Sven beast again!