Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

Song Xuan didn't answer me immediately, but after another silence, he slowly raised his head to look at me, his eyes seemed slow: "Miss Yan ..."

I know that his relationship with Grandpa Zhang and his grandchildren is deep. At this time, he must be immersed in extreme grief, and it is difficult to pull out easily, so Qi Yuxuan Ang and Ying Ting are usually chic at this time. Disappeared. When I looked at him like this, I felt sore in my heart, but I could only say, "Please be sad."

"..."

He remained silent for a while, as if he understood the meaning of the three words.

He nodded gently, "I know, I will."

Although he didn't let out any sorrow, but seeing his almost ignorant look still made me feel a dull pain. I took a step forward and wanted to say something to him. By this time, Pei Yuanxiu had come behind me His strong breath made me feel his presence almost immediately. Looking back, he looked at me and looked at Song Xuan who was pale and bloodless.

It was also at this time, Song Xuan seemed to have a little normal thinking. He looked up and saw Pei Yuanxiu, his eyes were slightly red: "boy ..."

Pei Yuanxiu sighed and said, "Song son Song, you can't be resurrected if you die, don't be too sad."

Song Xuan gave him a deep look, as if there were tears in his eyes, but he did not wait for the tears to fall, then immediately bowed his head and whispered: "Thank you son."

At this time, Song Huaiyi came over to ask us, and everyone went inside.

A cold spring has claimed the lives of many old people and the vitality of the earth. The flower buds and tree trunks in Songfu have dried up at this time and lifeless, white numbness twined with red beams, The lanterns under the eaves exuded a cold, white, lifeless light, which made the whole hall even colder.

At this time, I was grateful that Pei Yuanxiu added this fox fur coat to me and stretched my hands a bit.

As soon as we walked in, those who were condolent in the hall of worship rose up to salute, and even the servant women who had been doing things put down their work plans and kneeled. They spoke a few words of comfort to Song Huaiyi.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw a petite figure standing outside the crowd, staring at us with red eyes.

To be precise, he was staring at Pei Yuanxiu.

I still recognized it before it was Song Yiyi. The strange thing was that I had just seen her. The light in the hall was not dim and should not be recognized. After a close look, I found that Song Yiyi, dressed in a sackcloth linen, looked much more mature than the pretty girl when she entered the palace with Mrs. Song, and added a little bit more. His face was pale and almost the same color as the filial piety he was wearing. The eyes that were soggy because of crying were even clearer, black and white, although there was still a distance, but I could almost see Pei from her eyes Yuan has a slim silhouette.

She looked a little attentive, and didn't even notice that I had walked in front of her, until I said to her: "Miss Song." She trembled suddenly, and the figure shook in her eyes and disappeared.

She turned to look at me: "Ah, Yan--Ms. Yan--"

I watched her look more obvious than when she met a few days ago, and said softly, "Did Miss Song keep guard at the hall these days?"

She said, "Yes. My grandma hurts me. On this last trip, I, I will send her anyway."

"Ms. Song is really filial."

I glanced back at the incense candle on the desk case, the neatly arranged fruits, everything seemed so organized-when I wanted to come to Cangzhou, Zhang Taitaijun got sick once. At that time, Song Huaiyi was because of her. I was eager to win Cangzhou and enter the capital. I am afraid that I have already made some preparations. After all, people have reached this age. This day is coming, so for them, it cannot be considered a complete accident.

And Zhang Taijun herself-I think of her clear eyes, maybe for some things, this transparent old man is not completely unprepared.

I sighed and said, "Don't be too sad, Miss Song. The old man walked so peacefully, it is a rare relief. I don't know, what else can she explain?"

Although I was here to give Zhang the old lady the last journey, I still had a little secret wish in my heart.

Song Xuan passed that message to me that day. Are there any other hints today?

However, because Pei Yuanxiu was present and Song Xuan was too sad, I did not go to him again, but asking Song Yiyi had nothing to do with the rhetoric, but I really wanted to comfort the girl.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my words fell, her eyes suddenly turned red, and tears almost burst out of her eyes.

Suddenly, I stopped, "Miss Song?"

"me--"

She looked at me and burst into tears, and hurriedly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, but the tears immediately immediately turned the moist handkerchief ***, I didn't know what happened to make her so painful fortunately, fortunately Seeing Mrs. Song, she hurried over to appease her: "Yiyi, don't do that. If the old lady sees you, do you want to let her go and feel uneasy?"

Although that is the case, Song Yiyi's tears could not be stopped by closing the gate. In the end, Mrs. Song asked the two girls to come and help their young ladies to rest, calm their emotions, and then turned around and said to me: "Miss Yan, don't be surprised, Yiyi is so sad."

I was busy saying, "Mrs. Young, don't say that, how can I blame her for this?"

Mrs. Song nodded and sighed again.

I asked, "But did Mrs. Zhang explain something before leaving? Otherwise, why was Miss Yiyi so sad when I asked?"

Mrs. Song hesitated, then looked at Pei Yuanxiu who was talking to Song Huaiyi on the other side, sighed slightly, led me to the corner, and said gently, "The night before the old lady left, Called us all to talk to us. Everyone was fine, but when she was talking, she suddenly said something to Yiyi-- "

"What is it?"

"She said that Yiyi was the least sensible of all grandchildren, and she was most at ease."

"This, too."

"So she wants Yiyi to guard her for three years."

"..."

When I heard this sentence, it was still a little confused, but when I turned back to look at the flying white magpies on the Lingtang, I suddenly understood it and turned back to look at Mrs. Song with wide eyes: "The elderly means--"

Mrs. Song nodded.

I was speechless for a while.

Zhang Taitaijun said that it is usually a joke, or that letting her granddaughter guard herself is also letting Cheng Chenghuan share the celestial hunger, but there is no other meaning; but she died soon after she finished speaking, and Does Song Yiyi want to keep her for three years?

No wonder when I first came in, I saw that she was wearing a filial obedience that was more solemn than Qi Xuan's filial piety in Song Xuan, which meant to keep filial piety for three years.

For three years of filial piety, what if she wants to enter the palace?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly turned back to look at Pei Yuanxiu. At this time, Song Huaiyi and his brother Song Huai'an both leaned down and gave a big gift to him. Just two of them.

It seems that he knew it.

Of course, there are some people in this world who want to sharpen their heads and send their daughters to the harem, to win the eyes of the emperor, to get a gentle place that I do n’t know when they may get, Song Huaian, of course, they also have this idea In the end, they are also very filial people. They are unwilling to let the last wish of the elderly people die before they die, so they made this choice painfully.

No wonder Song Yiyi would be so sad.

When Pei Yuan was hosting the banquet that day, I had already seen her thoughts. I had thought that the good things were near, but I did not expect that things would suddenly turn so big.

A little girl, Sichun feelings encountered a cold spring, how can she come from it without grief?

I said, "Would you like me to comfort her?"

Mrs. Song hurriedly said, "Ms. Yan doesn't have to worry about it. I have comforted her. Yiyi is young and willful, and just two days will be fine."

I think this is not a willful problem.

However, I didn't say much. As soon as I finished talking with her here, I also finished talking there. Song Huaiyi invited us to sit in the side hall to have tea, and I passed with Pei Yuanxiu.

Although it is a funeral, for a powerful family like the Song family, the funeral also symbolizes their status and dignity. On the way, I have seen many people in luxurious clothes come to pray to Pei Yuan. Hey, maybe it's rare to see him. Some people have been behind him. Later, Song Huaiyi kept people outside the door of the side hall, only to interrupt these people.

Pei Yuanxiu and I sat in.

The drapery hanging around blocked the coldness of the night, and the warm tea also gave us a little lively atmosphere. Pei Yuanxiu looked around and said to Song Huaiyi, "Is everything ready?"

Song Huaiyi was silent for a moment, his face seemed a little embarrassed.

Pei Yuan Xiu said: "What? Is there anything else you haven't done?"

"Not that it wasn't done, but--"

Song Huaiyi hesitated, went to Pei Yuanxiu, and said in a low voice, "One thing is to ask the son to forgive me."

"Sorry?"

Pei Yuan repaired it.