The news of the sudden death of the eldest son of the Mei family at the moment before the marriage spread throughout the capital in less than a moment.

This time, those people who watched the excitement were even more interested, wanting to see how this young daughter of the Sheng family, who was married halfway, ended?

Everyone's thoughts were the same as that maid Xiaoxi, thinking that Sheng Yu would take advantage of the sudden death of Prince Mei, cancel the marriage with the Dingguo Marquis Mansion, and go back.

After all, no one wants to lose her husband just after passing the door, and bear the reputation of a widow in vain, and lose a lifetime of happiness for this......

In the midst of everyone's discussion, the big sedan chair carried by eight people stopped quietly in the middle of the road, the sedan curtain was closed, and the sedan chair continued to move forward, and the sedan chair turned back for a long time.

Just when everyone was surprised, Xiaoxi squeezed through the crowd and took a package and stuffed it into the sedan chair. After a while, the sedan curtain door opened, Shui Qingqing got out of the sedan car, and a white filial piety suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The red gold phoenix crown headdress has been removed, leaving only a knee-long black and translucent green silk, which hangs behind him, lining the thin body more and more slender.

The gold and silver jewelry he wore was also removed, and the red wedding dress was covered with filial piety clothes, and even the red embroidered shoes embroidered on the feet were replaced with shoes covered with blue and gray cloth.

Shui Qingqing, who came down from the wedding sedan chair, was still a festive bride one moment, and the next moment she was already a widow who was widowed and filial piety.

Looking at Shui Qingqing, who was dressed in filial piety and got down from the wedding sedan chair, the onlookers were in an uproar, and everyone had a look of disbelief on their faces.

The first snow of early winter quietly fell.

In the snowflakes flying in the sky, Shui Qingqing ignored the surprise and discussion of the onlookers around her, and walked towards the Hou Mansion without squinting......

Mei Zichu, the eldest son of Mei, died on the day of the wedding, which made the people of the Hou Mansion panic at the same time as they were hurt.

In just a moment, the festive red characters and lantern red silk in Manfu were quickly removed and replaced with shocking white flags and white silk, which was so fast that the guests who came to drink the wedding wine were stunned.

Dingguo Hou Mei Zijin walked out of Tinglan Courtyard in the face of heavy snow, his handsome face was dyed with sadness, listening to the crying in the house, his mood was low to the bottom, and he was extremely sad.

The entourage Sanshi followed him, and said cautiously while holding an umbrella for him: "Lord, please mourn, the humble duty has made the previous arrangement in the mansion be removed, and the mourning hall has also been built, but how to place those guests in the front hall, please show the Hou Ye!" ”

Pressing the grief in his heart, Mei Zijin said in a hoarse voice: "Let the guests go back, and come to the Hou Mansion in three days to condole!" ”

"That'...... The Sheng family has set off on the way to the bride...... What to do? ”

Hearing this, Mei Zijin frowned, and said coldly without thinking about it: "Since the eldest brother has passed away, why do you marry her and enter the door?" Let her go back. As for the gift money, the Hou Mansion will not take it back! ”

After getting Mei Zijin's instructions, Sanshi was about to leave to make arrangements, but at this time, a small servant came in a panic and told Mei Zijin that the bride of the Sheng family had entered the mourning hall!

With a sinking of his eyes, Mei Zijin couldn't care about the snow, and threw off his robe and rushed towards the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall that has just been built, two cold white candles are lit, and the cold wind comes in through the crack in the door, blowing the faint fire of the white candle trembling and beating, adding a bit of desolation to the mourning hall for no reason.

Shui Qingqing knelt alone in front of the spiritual seat, bowed her head and silently added paper money to the brazier.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned her head slowly and bumped into the man's gloomy and cold handsome face.

Mei Zijin, dressed in a dark purple brocade robe, strode into the mourning hall, and her eyes fell on the woman kneeling in front of the hall like a blade. When she saw the filial piety clothes she was wearing, the anger in her eyes was slightly shortened by half a minute, but it added a trace of doubt.

"Who gave you permission to do that?"

Looking at the spirit card on the hall that had not yet dried, Mei Zijin's expression was filled with sadness, and the words he said were even more cold without a trace of temperature, with a biting chill.

"Since the eldest brother has passed away, there is no need for you to marry in and rejoice - you can go!"

Even if the woman in front of him is willing to admit this marriage, he, Mei Zijin, will not agree!