Many ox carts crowded the official road, and when they returned to Beijing, they did not fire a salute, and suddenly firecrackers rang out in unison, and the rain sounded like a whole.

At this time, the soldiers were all in high spirits, majestic and dignified and pressed down the sword, and in the sound of fine music, the two Qincha slowly got off the boat, and the people sent by the Ministry of Rites knelt down and bowed: "Humble welcome to the two Qincha, congratulations on the triumphant return to Beijing!"

Cui Zhaoquan hurriedly stretched out his hand to help: "Don't dare, don't dare!"

Supervisor Zhao was a little cold, and also greeted the people of the Ministry of Rites, because of this trip to the southwest, the two messengers have made great contributions, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites all have smiling faces, and they dare not slack off at all.

Soon, with a wave of Supervisor Zhao's hand, Qian Zhidong and Qin Fengliang, who got down from different boats, also went ashore, both wearing shackles, looking very depressed compared to the people in official uniforms and with an official face.

Probably because they were afraid that the two important criminals would stay outside for too long, something would happen, and the two Qincha did not stay on the shore for long and left quickly.

After them, they docked and disembarked with some officials, who were naturally not qualified to be greeted by the people of the Ministry of Rites, and they were all picked up by their respective families, and they also left one after another.

These high-ranking officials all went down, and it was Su Ziji's turn to dock.

But when he docked, Su Ziji was not on this ship, but had already arrived at the merchant ship where Shao Sisen's coffin was parked.

The wild Dao people went down to meet the people of the Shao family first, led them to the merchant ship, and rushed over again, and whispered to Su Ziji: "These are Shao Sisen's parents and brothers. ”

"Shao's father, Shao Ying, is now Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, from the fourth grade, the eldest son Shao Maode, it is said that the imperial examination is not very good, and he barely won a show, and his father became a petty official of the ninth grade. ”

"My younger brother Shao Liu is okay, but his reading is not as good as Shao Sisen's. ”

After a short while, he actually touched the bottom of the Shao family, and it seemed that Shao Sisen was actually the heir of the Shao family's hopes, and he didn't want to die like this.

Su Ziji sighed with emotion and ordered to push up the coffin.

At this time, a couple who looked ten years older than their actual age, surrounded by everyone, walked to the front of the merchant ship, looking at it with their eyes, but when Su Ziji and the caravan crew pushed the coffin out, it was just a delusional expectation, and they were suddenly completely crushed by reality.

A miserable cry followed.

"My son—"

"Madame!"

"Mother!"

Seeing Shao's mother crying and screaming, she directly leaned back and closed her eyes, and Shao's father beside her, together with her eldest son, who was an adult, and the twelve or thirteen-year-old child hurriedly surrounded her.

The servant woman and maid were even more anxious, pinching and calling again, and the woman woke up in a moment, and the first thing she did when she woke up was to struggle to get up, and threw herself into the Nanmu coffin, which had been pushed down from the boat by a dozen people, and cried bitterly.

"Sen'er, why are you ...... How can you be so ruthless and leave me and your father behind!"

"You cruel child, cruel child! How do you let me live, how do you live! Aren't you going to hurt me to death?"

Slapping the coffin at once, the woman cried out heartbreakingly, and it was really sad for those who heard it and wept when she saw it.

And Shao's father, who was also unstable and needed to be supported by his eldest son to stand, had red eyes and tears flowing silently, and he was almost speechless in grief, just pressing his hand on the coffin, his body trembling.

Su Ziji stood aside, and because of this, he subconsciously found the snow falling on the coffin.

Although after pushing it down, there were servants of the Shao family who immediately raised an umbrella to cover the coffin, but when it was pushed down, there was still rain and snow falling on it.

Some did not melt, with water stains spread on it, making him look uncomfortable.

Su Ziji wanted to wipe it, touched his sleeve, and a handkerchief fell down like this.

The wild man caught it and handed it back.

"Do I have a handkerchief?" Because of this sad emotion, Su Ziji's heart was also heavy, and when he took it, he felt that this handkerchief was both strange and a little familiar, and he opened it to take a look, because it was only for a moment, and he only had time to see that it was a poem about love.

"Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the cultivation of the road and half of the king. ”

When did I have this handkerchief, turned it over, and saw the mandala flower again, and immediately remembered that this was the handkerchief of the mulberry girl.

"Hey, why is it in my arms again?" he thought as his hand wiped the snow off the coffin with the handkerchief.

"You are Su Xian's nephew, right?" At this time, Shao's father, who barely maintained his demeanor, stopped Su Ziji.

Su Ziji pinched a handkerchief in his hand, which was a little unseemly, so he put it on the coffin first, and made a junior salute to Shao's father: "Uncle Shao, please mourn, take care of your health." ”

"Hey!" Father Shao closed his eyes and sighed in pain, and when he opened them again, he had suppressed his sadness.

"I've heard about you helping my son. Nephew Su Xian, my Shao family will not forget your great kindness, and in the future, whatever my Shao family can help, even if you mention it, I will never say anything!"

As he spoke, he said to the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy: "Liu'er, kneel down, for me, for our Shao family, thank Su Xian's nephew!"

"I can't help it!" Seeing that the kid really knelt down with a pop, Su Ziji hurriedly avoided the excuse.

"This is actually my fourth son, Sen'er is my third son, the second child died and left us, and now the third child is the same. ”

"If it weren't for your help, the third child was afraid that when he never returned home, his mother would be able to die of pain. ”

"This is the grace of life, he is the youngest son, he should thank you, you don't shirk. ”

How could Su Ziji accept it?

Just as he was about to excuse himself, he suddenly saw the crowd not far away hurriedly disperse left and right, and a galloping ox cart stopped in front of the Shao family's team.

Before she could stop steadily, a girl dressed in plain clothes stumbled and jumped from the ox cart and staggered to the front.

"Mori Lang!"

Seeing that the coffin was not far away, Shao's mother cried like rotten peaches, why don't you understand, the coffin in front of her is Shao Sisen?

She just looked at it and pounced, but as soon as she touched the coffin, before she could cry, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

There was silence for a moment.

Su Ziji was also shocked.

"Could this be Brother Shao's fiancée?" he thought to himself.

The crowd was full, even those who watched the excitement from afar, and no one could have imagined that a young girl would suddenly appear, pounce in front of the coffin, and vomit blood like this.

The blood fell to the ground, and the thin snow that had not melted was dazzling.

This sluggishness was only for a moment, and the maid who came down a few steps from the ox cart staggered a little slower to catch up, shouting, "Miss!"

This sound woke everyone up.

Some people in the crowd speculated about the identity of the girl, and the Shao family, whether it was the old lady, the two sons, or the servants below, all knew who the girl was.

Fang Cai cried so much that she could barely control Shao's mother, who was being supported at the moment, looking at the same grieving girl, she couldn't help but whimper, and the sadness and regret in her voice made people feel sad.

"Hey, idiot, idiot!" she sighed, "why are you so far?"

The girl listened but did not hear, as if only the person in the coffin in front of her was left in the world at this moment, and even the maid who shook her gently was abandoned outside her own world.

The blood stains on the corners of her mouth were wiped away by her indiscriminately, and the beads of tears broke down, and she knelt down two steps, leaned lightly on the coffin, and cried silently.