After the incense was finished, Song Ling walked to the side, and the surrounding clan relatives gave up their positions one after another, flattering each other, I don't know if it was because of Song Ling, the princess of the night, or because of Song Ling's confrontation a few days ago, which made them feel that they couldn't be offended.

All in all, Song Ling is already a figure that cannot be provoked in the eyes of everyone.

"Mother!" Song Huai shouted, and the originally bustling clansmen instantly quieted down, and they all looked at Song Huai with solemn faces.

"The child is not filial, he fails to serve his knees, and he does his duty, it is the son's fault, and in the next life, the son will definitely serve his mother well. ”

Song Huai's voice was thick, and he still couldn't hide the sadness in his tone, standing there, a soldier's own majesty was unreservedly revealed.

The young young masters and young ladies around them didn't dare to speak one by one, they were so shocked that even Shen Ningshuang stopped sobbing and didn't dare to squeak when she noticed Song Huai's momentum.

Song Ling still stood there without changing his face and heartbeat, after all, he used to have the momentum on Song Huai's body.

As a battle-hardened general, it was a matter of putting his head on the waistband of his trousers, and naturally the momentum on his body was different.

Song Huai next listed some of the old lady's achievements and fame, in fact, it was just a little color, but it also made Song Huai read a whole stick of incense.

Finally, in his final speech, Song Huai choked up and said the last sentence, and the ceremony ended.

Soon, the maids took out all the papier-mâché on the side, and a raging fire burned in the huge brazier, and a series of things such as the ladder were swallowed up by the raging fire, and soon turned into ashes.

The clan relatives looked at the smoke billowing out of the room, and one by one they showed fear on their faces, and they all said goodbye and left, but Song Huai didn't stop him, after all, in the first seven days of today, these people have to leave early and late.

If you stay here, there is nothing else to do, and if it is a little later, you will have to leave the mourning hall.

After a while, there were only a few dozen people left in the bustling crowd in the lobby, except for Shen Ningshuang and the others, there were some maids and minions.

The firelight shone on everyone's face, Song Huai looked sad, Song Ling looked solemn, Shen Ningshuang and the others had gloomy faces, each with a ghost.

Soon, most of the paper bundles were burned to ashes, and when the hour was approaching, Song Huai saw that the time was almost up, and then turned his head to look at everyone:

"Ningshuang, you take Xiaobao and Zhirou Zhiqing back to the room, don't come out until dawn. ”

"Yes, sir. Shen Ningshuang didn't want to stay longer at the moment, and what should be taboo still had to be taboo.

After speaking, Shen Ningshuang took Song Zhirou and the others to turn around and leave, walking in a hurry and disappearing around the corner.

"Yueru, you take Junzhu and the others back too, I'm waiting, I'll go to your room later. Song Huai turned to look at Liu Yueru, with tenderness in his eyes.

When Liu Yueru heard this, she hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "Then sir, come back early, after all, today is the old lady's first seven, so don't disturb her." ”

"Mother, let's go. Song Ling and Song Jing supported Liu Yueru left and right, turned to leave, and sighed softly behind them.

After Song Ling sent Liu Yueru back to the courtyard, he returned to the room and fell asleep directly, after all, the next day was the day to be buried, so naturally he had to get up early and couldn't delay, now he can sleep more, of course Song Ling will not let it go.

There was no dream all night, the entire general's mansion was quiet, and Song Ling slept soundly this night.

Early the next morning, Song Ling was woken up by the sound of banging gongs and drumming suona, and after a while, a maid hurriedly ran over and knocked on Song Ling's door:

"It's time for the eldest lady to get up, sir, they've been waiting for you for a long time, and they're about to get out of the coffin. ”

When Song Ling heard the maid's words, he immediately looked impatient: "Okay, okay, I already know, you go down first, I'll come over immediately." ”

After all, the maid at the door was an expert in observing words and feelings, and as soon as she heard Song Ling's words, she naturally heard the displeasure in Song Ling's tone, and retreated without hesitation.

If you don't retreat, will it be difficult to find a scolding here? After all, everyone knows what the consequences will be if they offend Song Ling.

After the maid's footsteps gradually drifted away, Song Ling impatiently lifted the quilt, got up with a sleepy face, and looked at himself in the bronze glasses, Song Ling was even more disgusted.

Because today is the day of the funeral, Song Ling still dressed up a little, at least to make himself look more energetic, in order to prevent himself from crying, Song Ling deliberately smeared some irritating drugs on the handkerchief.

If someone accidentally laughs at the funeral, how bad would it be?

You can mess with them inside the General's Mansion, but once you get outside, the face of the General's Mansion still has to be taken into account.

After everything was sorted out, Song Ling walked out with a yawn, and just opened the door, the smell of fireworks and candles came to his face, which instantly choked Song Ling's fierce cough.

At this moment, Song Ling found that the entire General's Mansion was shrouded in a faint mist, and the smell of choking candles could be heard everywhere.

It seems that during this time, the air in the General's Mansion will be like this, so let's go to the Peace Hall to hide.

As for Liu Yueru's words, Song Huai loves Liu Yueru so much, and the old lady has already left, so naturally she doesn't have to worry about it.

"Junzhu, why are you so slow, didn't you say yesterday that you should get up early today? ”

Song Huai looked at Song Ling, who was slowly swallowing up, and his face was a little ugly, but thinking about the old lady's burial today, Song Huai didn't say anything.

When Song Ling heard this, he looked at Song Huai's eyes red, needless to say, he knew that Song Huai was sad today.

As for Liu Yueru, she had already covered herself with a veil, standing beside Song Huai, the two of them snuggled up to each other, but it seemed that Shen Ningshuang was very redundant.

Song Ling walked behind Song Jing, quickly found his position, and stood over with a blank expression.

For a famous family like the General's Mansion, all standing postures are regulated, and the order of respect and humility is extremely strict.

Of course, Song Ling and Song Jing, as descendants, naturally stood at the forefront, and as for Shen Ningshuang and the others, they could only stand behind Song Ling.

And the other clansmen of the Song family are arranged in order according to their seniority, and as far as the eye can see, it is also very huge.

All the mourning clothes stood there, and even the maids and minions stood on both sides, and the coffin in the middle was carried by four strong minions.

The ceremonial officer saw that the hour had come, and immediately shouted in a sharp voice: "The hour has come, the living people avoid it, and the coffin is raised!"