fake prince

Chapter 309

Many bullock carts crowded the official roads, and the salute was not fired when they returned to Beijing. Suddenly, the firecrackers blared, and there was a sound like rain.

At this time, all the armored soldiers were in high spirits, majestic and dignified as they pressed their sabers down. Amidst the sound of soft music, the two imperial envoys slowly disembarked, and the people sent by the Ministry of Rites knelt down and kowtowed: "I respectfully welcome the two imperial envoys, and congratulate you on your triumphant return to Beijing!"

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

Superintendent Zhao was a little indifferent, and also exchanged greetings with the Ministry of Rites. Because of this trip to the southwest, the two imperial envoys had made great contributions, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites all had smiling faces and did not dare to neglect at all.

Soon, with Supervisor Zhao waving his hand, Qian Zhidong and Qin Fengliang, who got off from different boats, also went ashore, both wearing shackles.

Probably because they were afraid that the two important criminals would stay outside for too long and something would happen, the two imperial envoys didn't stay on the shore for long and left soon.

After they landed and disembarked, some officials accompanied them. Naturally, they were not qualified to be greeted by people from the Ministry of Rites.

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

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

Ye Taoist first went down to meet the Shao family, led them to the merchant ship, and rushed over again, whispering to Su Ziji, "This is Shao Sisen's parents and brothers."

"Shao's father, Shaoying, is now the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple. From the fourth rank, the eldest son Shao Maode, it is said that he was not good at the imperial examination, so he barely won a scholar. Mengfu Yin became a junior official of the ninth rank."

"Brother Shao Liu is okay, but his studies are not as good as Shao Sisen's."

After a short while, he found out the bottom of the Shao family. It seemed that Shao Sisen was actually the heir the Shao family hoped for, 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 merchant ship, looking forward to it, but when Su Ziji and the merchant crew came out with the coffin, they were just The delusional expectations were suddenly completely crushed by reality.

A miserable cry followed.

"My son—"

"lady!"

"mother!"

Seeing Shao's mother crying, she leaned back and closed her eyes, Shao's father beside her, together with the grown-up eldest son behind her, and the twelve or thirteen-year-old children hurriedly gathered around.

The servants and maids were even more anxious, pinching people and calling again. After a while, the woman woke up. The first thing she did after waking up was to struggle and throw herself at the nanmu coffin that had been pushed down from the boat by more than a dozen people, crying bitterly. up.

"Sen'er, why...how could you be so cruel 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?"

The coffin was slapped up and down, and the woman cried out heartbreakingly. Those who heard it were sad and those who saw it wept.

Father Shao, who was also unstable and had to be supported by his eldest son to stand still, had red eye circles and tears streaming down his face. He was so sad that he could hardly speak, but his hands rested on the coffin, his body trembling.

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

Although immediately after the coffin was pushed down, a servant of the Shao family raised an umbrella to cover the coffin, but when it was pushed down, rain and snow still fell on it.

Some didn't melt, and the water stains spread on them, making him uncomfortable to watch.

Su Ziji wanted to wipe it off, so he touched his sleeve, and a handkerchief just fell off.

Ye Taoist caught it and handed it back.

"Do I have a handkerchief?" Affected by this sadness, Su Ziji's heart was also heavy. When he took it, he felt that the handkerchief was strange and familiar. Poems about love.

"Take Hua Cong to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be king."

When I had this handkerchief, I turned it over and saw the mandala flower again, and immediately remembered that it was Sangnu's handkerchief.

"Hey, why is it in my arms again?" While thinking this way, he wiped off the snow on the coffin with the handkerchief.

"Are you Nephew Su Xian?" At this moment, Shao's father, who was barely maintaining his demeanor, called to Su Ziji to stop.

Su Ziji was holding a handkerchief in his hand, a bit out of shape, so he put it on the coffin first, and gave a junior salute to Shao's father: "Uncle Shao, please take care of yourself, it's important to take care of yourself."

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

"I've heard about you helping my son. Nephew Su Xian, my Shao family will never forget your great kindness. In the future, you can mention anything my Shao family can help, and I will say nothing!"

Then, he said to the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy: "Liu'er, kneel down, and thank Nephew Su for me and our Shao family!"

"Impossible!" Seeing that the child actually knelt down with a thud, Su Ziji hurriedly avoided refusal.

"This is actually my fourth son. Sen'er is my third son. Back then, the second child died and left us. The same is true for the third child now."

"It's not your help. The third child is afraid that when he never returns home, his mother will directly hurt him to death."

"This is the grace of life. As the youngest son, he should thank you. Don't refuse."

How could Su Ziji accept it?

When he was about to refuse again, he suddenly saw the crowd not far away hastily dispersed left and right, and an ox cart was coming quickly and stopped in front of Shao's team.

Before it came to a complete stop, a girl in plain clothes stumbled and jumped off the bullock cart, and staggered to the front.

"Moriro!"

Seeing that the coffin was not far away, Shao's mother cried until her eyes were like rotten peaches. How could she not understand that the coffin in front of her was Shao Sisen?

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

There was a moment of silence all around.

Su Ziji was also shocked.

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

All the people in the venue, even the spectators who hadn't left in the distance, were stunned. No one could have imagined that a girl would suddenly appear, throw herself in front of the coffin, and vomit blood like this.

The blood fell on the ground, together with the unmelted thin snow, it was really dazzling.

The sluggishness was only for a moment, and the servant girl who stepped down from the bullock cart staggered a little slower and caught up, shouting: "Miss!"

That sound woke everyone up.

Some people in the crowd guessed the girl's identity. The Shao family, no matter the master and wife, the two sons, or the servants below, all recognized who the girl was.

Just now she was crying so much that she could hardly hold Mother Shao, but now she was supported by someone, and seeing the same girl in grief, she couldn't help sobbing, the sadness and regret in her voice made people feel sad.

"Hey, idiot, idiot!" she sighed, "why did you come here?"

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 lightly was abandoned outside her own world.

She wiped away the blood at the corner of her mouth indiscriminately, and the beads of broken tears fell down. She took two steps on her knees, leaned lightly on the coffin, and wept bitterly.

(End of this chapter)