win the hairpin

Chapter 297 Sad
King Jin didn't have time to think about other things, so he ordered You Song: "Go to Xie's house and the tea house to report the news, ask Mrs. Xie to be in charge, ask Liu Qin to help the guests, then go to Du Lan, ask him to buy a good coffin, and call Someone go invite the Fourth Division Bureau to set up the mourning hall."

"Yes."

"Also," King Jin looked at Huang Ting, "give the right cards to You Song, go to Xiao Ba's place to open the bank, and withdraw two or three thousand taels for Mrs. Xie's spending, don't need to save, then take my name card, Go and invite the head of the Daxiangguo Temple to do the matter of chasing Zhai Liqi."

He thought about whether he had missed anything, and finally said: "Xie Changshi is taking my place at the Daxiangguo Temple. You ask him to sue me for seven days' leave, and just say that I am sick."

You Song responded one by one, and went to report the letter first.

Mrs. Xie and the others were all stunned when they heard the sudden bad news, packed up and rushed to Song's house.

Liu Qin thought that Song Huiyue treated her like ordinary little ladies, but now that she lost her mother at a young age, her eyelashes filled with tears, she took off her hairpin, washed her makeup, changed into plain clothes, and went out with Tie Zhenshan. go.

Tie Zhenshan hid a knife in her sleeve, and when she went to Song's house, her eyes were all white, and the people who came had already changed into hemp.

Liu Qin and Tie Zhenshan also quickly took the sackcloth from the fourth bureau and put it on, then Liu Qin went to find Mrs. Xie, and Tie Zhenshan went to find the disciples of King Jin.

King Jin's disciples hung up prayer flags and said, "Baye, it was the Zhang family who did it. Only the kid from the Zhang family likes to kill people and set fires, and the medicine shop is for the dead ghosts!"

"Who else but him, it must be to avenge the prince's prison."

"Why did the prince let him go?"

Tie Zhenshan said coldly at the side: "Your prince's brain is broken."

Xie Zhou was startled when he heard this, looked up to see Tie Zhenshan, and immediately said: "My lord is better than you even if he doesn't have a brain."

Tie Zhenshan snorted coldly, took out the sharp knife and shook it: "I don't understand the twists and turns of you people, so I'm going to kill the surname Zhang and eliminate harm for the people."

Xie Zhou rolled his eyes: "You should get rid of yourself first, you can't even beat that old bastard next to Zhang Xutang."

Tie Zhenshan ignored him and only asked the others: "Are you going?"

Hou Er stood up: "Go."

Su Xiaojun also stood up: "I'll go too, it's too deceiving."

Xie Zhou scolded: "Is your brain stuffed into the sole of your shoe? The imperial guards are still staring at you!"

"Why didn't the imperial army catch Zhang's family, murder and set fire to it?" Tie Zhenshan taunted Li Changfeng who passed by the door, "It seems that the imperial army only bans good people!"

Li Changfeng staggered while holding the oil pot, it was the first time that he felt so hated.

He was on duty today and came out to get oil. He passed Caomen Street out of habit. He didn't expect to see such a big change in the Song family. The most important criminal? Who has time to stare at you, don't put gold on your face."

After all, he hurried away, not even noticing that the oil was spilled.

Tie Zhenshan turned her head to look at Xie Zhou, with frowning eyes: "He looks down on my old lady!"

Xie Zhou waved his hand: "Yes, he looks down on you, so go and do something big to make him look down on you."

Hou Erdao: "He pretends he didn't see it. Let's go now, or wait until night?"

Tie Zhenshan thinks that killing is the same as eating, and she can't wait for a moment, so she went out with a murderous look, and soon came back in despair——Zhang Xutang went to the palace to accompany the two county kings to study, and it took a while Will not leave the palace.

"A coward!" Tie Zhenshan scolded angrily.

Xie Zhou said loudly: "Slaying Turtle, come to carry the incense case."

"You're the fucking turtle-slaying man!" Tie Zhenshan angrily rushed to carry the incense case.

Everyone worked together to carry out the funeral. Mrs. Song moved into the coffin and lit a bowl of street lamps with tea oil, which could not be turned off until the burial.

Song Huiyue changed her filial piety, and she should have knelt in front of the coffin to burn paper and add lamp oil, but she ignored it, and only looked at Mrs. Song in the coffin in front of the coffin.

All the voices were far away from her, her soul was torn apart and could not be gathered together, and there were constant roars in her ears, as if someone was talking in her ears, but she couldn't tell the difference.

Mother is gone, she has no mother anymore.

The lights went out one by one in front of her eyes, everything was becoming bleak, the world was so boring, it was hard to miss it.

Her ears couldn't hear clearly, her eyes began to blur, and she couldn't see anyone except Mrs. Song.

A day and a night passed, and she didn't touch a drop of water. Although the mourning hall was filled with ice basins, the coffin lid was still about to be closed.

The weather is hot, even if the coffin is parked for seven days, the coffin lid must be nailed on early, otherwise Mrs. Song will rot in public.

However, Song Huiyue refused to cover it, and just stared at Mrs. Song without eating or drinking.

Mrs. Xie made the decision and spared no expense to add ice to the mourning hall. The ice cubes piled up like a snow mountain, and it was delayed for another day.

On the third day, the coffin lid had to be sealed.

You Song led the people to seal the coffin, Song Huiyue sat on the spot without moving, but when the coffin lid was about to close, she suddenly let out a roar, her throat seemed to be torn apart, she rushed up and hugged the coffin Guy, let out a loud wail.

"Don't...don't...this is my mother...Auntie, wake up...Auntie..."

She cried at the top of her lungs, and said heart-rendingly, all the people present were in tears, and even the few guests couldn't help but have red eyes, but the coffin lid still had to be nailed.

King Jin strode forward, hugged Song Huiyue from behind, and carried her away from the coffin, dragging and hugging her, and the two left the mourning hall with difficulty.

The coffin lid closed with a bang, and then there was a dull sound of nails being hammered. Song Huiyue struggled with both legs, twisted her head back and forth, and cried with tears: "No... Mommy! Ah! mother!!"

However, King Jin did not allow her to look back, and carried her all the way to Song Qinghui's room. There was a lot of noise outside, but the inside was extremely quiet. Song Qinghui seemed half awake, his eyeballs under his eyelids rolled from time to time, and his fingers moved more frequently.

King Jin put her next to the bed and asked her to see the white and clean Song Qinghui: "Look at Qinghui, your mother is gone, and you are in a daze again, what should Qinghui do?"

Song Qinghui's fingers moved lightly, and his eyeballs quickly turned a few times under his eyelids. Song Huiyue sat blankly, without crying, and let King Jin wipe her tears and nose with a handkerchief.

King Jin brought hot tea, fed it to her mouth, forced her to drink, broke the chestnut cake into small pieces, squeezed her mouth open, and stabbed it in her mouth.

Song Huiyue's behavior of chewing seemed very dull, and she stared blankly at Song Qinghui for a long time.

She thought that A Niang would lie alone in a dark coffin, and then be buried in the cold ground. There would be insects, snakes, rats and ants in the ground that would eat the coffin, go in and bite A Niang, and the roots of the trees would pierce through. For the coffin, the rain will fall from the sky, soaking the coffin, none of the nails will work, and in the end the coffin will still fall apart, and A Niang will fall out of it.

She was so afraid, afraid of her mother's pain, afraid of her mother's cold, afraid of her being alone, she also hated, hated the Zhang family, hated Zhang Xutang, hated the court's domination.

King Jin knelt down on one knee and forced Song Huiyue to eat and drink. His eyes were full of pain, because in his eyes, Song Huiyue, a bright moon, was falling heavily to the ground and was about to disperse her. All the glory, quietly fell into hell.

(End of this chapter)