Indeed, there are a lot of people who have come.

These people, dressed in coarse cloth robes, carried their shoulders and hands, silently pushed away the crowd of people admiring the flowers, and walked towards this side.

Because there are many people and they don't observe etiquette very much, they provoke a commotion from the gorgeously dressed flower admirers around.

Su Qiang and Xiaoqing silently retreated to the side of the road and watched the group of people walk over.

If there is a funeral at home, the Guogong Mansion will indeed ask more people to help. But this group of ordinary people is neither a layman who can summon spirits in the temple to preach the scriptures, nor is it a friend or relative who is familiar with each other in the house. Coming here at this time won't be an afterlife.

Su Qiang watched coldly as they approached the Guogong Mansion step by step, and the black-clothed man led by him put the things in his hand next to the stone lion, bowed and said to the concierge who greeted them: "I heard that the Guogong Mansion is mourning the eldest lady today, and we are here to offer condolences." ”

The man in black had obviously made the long journey, sweating from his forehead and a dusty face. Su Qiang didn't remember this person, and obviously the porter didn't remember either.

The porter, who was half-wrapped in coarse linen and white clothes, replied with a shallow salute and asked, "May I ask if you have a famous post?" ”

"We don't have that!" The man in black confessed: "We countrymen don't understand that, and the scholars who help write famous posts in the market cost three cents for a famous post, and we can't afford it." ”

The people under the Guogong Mansion have never been people who praise the high and the low, and nodded when they heard the words, and said: "Since the villagers don't have a name, then they must always report the name of the address to the subordinates." Go to the house and return to the head of the house. ”

"Let's not go in!" The man in black said.

"That's it!" A young man in a short coat and wearing a gray fur hat beside him also helped: "Miss passed away before she left the pavilion, we are all rough men, and it is not in accordance with the rules to go to the mourning hall to offer incense." He put down the condolence salute and left. ”

It turns out that these are carried on the shoulders, are they condolences?

Su Qiang looked at the heavy things they were carrying, and couldn't see what they were.

She remembered that she once accompanied her father to the house of a court official to mourn, and the condolence gifts were usually couplets and various boxes containing snacks and fruits.

But I don't know what these nearly 100 people are carrying.

"Don't panic," the porter said, "If you don't enter the house in condolence, the villain will be blamed by the head of the house." Anyway, go in and have a cup of tea before you go. As he spoke, he leaned sideways and made a gesture of concession.

This group of people was determined not to go in, and they were anxious, so they simply squeezed in front of the porter from behind, and pushed the condolence salute in their hands into the porter's hand.

The porter couldn't do it, so he had to turn around and call the steward to come out. Su Qiang recognized that this was the second steward of the Fuguo Mansion, surnamed Song.

Steward Song listened to the porter's report, but directly took a pen and paper, and said softly: "Since you folks don't go in, then allow the villain to remember the etiquette case, so as to give the head of the family an explanation." ”

The people who came to mourn were obviously relieved, and the current one took a few steps forward, and sent the things placed next to the stone lion to the little servant behind Steward Song and said: "This is our Linxi Village, ten catties of goose eggs, ten catties of duck eggs, and five suckling pigeons." ”

"Excuse me, is this little brother a friend of our family master?" Steward Song asked.

"Don't dare," the man said flatteredly: "A few years ago, during the spring hunting in the capital, a nobleman drove a wolf into the village and killed many livestock. The eldest lady entered the village with one arrow and shot the wolf. We can't forget this, the condolences are meager, please don't dislike it. ”

Someone else carefully presented the objects in his arms, and said in a lamenting voice: "Last year, the villain went to Beijing to file a complaint, and was almost beaten to death by Cao Taisui's son. It was the young lady who knocked the man to the ground with a whip, and personally sent the villain to Jing Zhaoyin's mansion. On that day, the villain said to the young lady that if he could go back alive, he would give the young lady the carved beast. The villain broke his promise, and now he has sent it, and he still wants to give up. ”

Someone stepped forward and put the things down and said, "This is ours, there are no good things in the spring." This is a newly hunted tiger skin, we don't know how to make things, so we sent the whole skin. ”

Tiger skins are a rarity, and if they are hunted and sold, they can feed the whole family for a year. This person didn't seem to care about the value of this tiger skin, and stuffed it into the hand of the little servant and said: "The eldest son of my family followed the young lady to quell the rebellion in the south, and the letter said that he was trapped in the canyon, but fortunately, the young lady trekked overnight to save her life." But I didn't expect the young lady to come back by herself......" As he spoke, he wiped his tears with his sleeve and cried.

This cry infected the people around them, and while they recounted their relationship with Miss Cui's family, they wept that God did not bless people to take Miss's life.

This movement startled some people from the Guogong Mansion to persuade them, and it took a while to stop. Seeing that everyone's condolences had been sent in, the man led by the man suddenly led everyone to take a step back.

Almost at the same time, everyone stopped crying or talking, and took a step back in the man's footsteps.

"Kneel!" The man let out a loud shout and knelt down on the spot.

Huhula, nearly 100 people knelt on the long street, and the people who were surprised to appreciate the plum stopped and looked.

"Send Miss Cui!" They said in unison, their foreheads pressed to the ground, and it took a long time for them to straighten up.

The people of Cui's Mansion had also knelt opposite each other, and they also bowed to thank the visitors.

Su Qiang, who was standing under a plum tree, looked away, her eyes moist.

Maybe the court forgot what the Cui family had done, but fortunately, the people didn't forget. For the sake of such a people, it is all worth it.

"Miss......" Xiao Qing behind her was already in tears, and even the crown princess forgot to call her. I didn't expect Miss Cui to be such a good person, it's a pity. ”

It's a shame.

Su Qiang's eyes were cold.

But there is justice, Cui Wange died, but survived as Su Qiang. As long as she can be free again, she, the daughter of the Cui family, can return to the Cui Mansion again to protect her younger brother and take care of her father.

Shortly after she passed out in severe pain that day, she saw that she was lying on an Arhat bed with a gorgeous cover on top of her head. The girls around saw her wake up, and hurriedly went out to call the master in.

The old man who came in was not the Duke of Fuguo, but Su Yiming, the secretary of the ministry.

Confused, she asked, "Why am I here?" Please send me home. As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yiming ran out again and invited the doctor in.

It took her two days to figure out that the young lady of Su Mansion did not want to marry the prince, so she did not hesitate to hang herself. When she was fighting in the south, she wanted to return to Beijing, but now when she came back, she took someone else's body.

She also didn't want to marry the crown prince. was struggling with how to refuse this marriage, but she didn't expect Su Yiming to have stuffed poison into her hands.

"Don't embarrass your daughter for your father, if you can kill the prince, you can come back to Su Mansion."

She had a lot to do after she was reborn, but she didn't expect that this first thing would be to assassinate the crown prince of the dynasty.

The prince was able to enter the East Palace because of his status as a concubine, and there are more than one or two things that people and gods have done over the years. She agreed without hesitation.

The fragrance of plum blossoms entered her nose, and Su Qiang had already heard the sound of the steward of the East Palace shouting as the carriage and horses were getting closer and closer.

"Let's go home." She took a deep look at the Fuguo Mansion and turned away.