The autumn wind is blew, blowing the leaves that just fell on the ground last night, bringing up choking dust that is coming to your face.
The sky was dark and dark clouds were covered with dark clouds. The silent clouds were reluctant to fall to rain to make the sky clear and bright.
A group of people wearing white clothes slowly walked slowly on the streets of the capital in the early morning with the sorrow and joy, reflecting the sadness of the weather.
At the front was a carriage dyed in white, shaking and shaking on the street, and behind it was a team of people wearing white coats, holding suona in their hands and whispering. This was the funeral team.
In the middle is a heavy coffin made of good huanghuali wood, which is tightly tied by a rope.
Four young and strong men were scattered in its four corners, lifting it up, and walking towards the Duke of Qin's Mansion in silence and seriousness.
On weekday mornings, it should be noisy here, with food delivery and things coming and going, which is very lively.
The servants who were close to each other were also very skilled, and they were irrelevant to gossip. The parents and the others exchanged information that their masters allowed them to say. These servants who served the nobles and the long-mouthed women in the city were no different.
Jinguan Street was silent today, and no family made a carefree movement to find the unhappy Duke of Qin’s Mansion.
Qin Song, the second son of Qin, was only twenty-four years old. When he was the governor of Yunzhou, he died of serious illness and died at a young age, leaving him to his mother who was still alive. The old lady of Qin, the eyes of the old lady, was shed, and the white-haired man gave the black-haired man.
His widow, the second lady of the Shangshu Mansion, Qiao Ruan helped him to send his coffin back to the Duke of Qin's mansion, so that his body would be buried in the soil and buried in the grave, and finally returned to his hometown and ancestral place for burial after a hundred years of his elder brother.
This time, in response to the request of the old wife of Qin, she was reluctant to let her beloved son go back to her hometown in Qingzhou alone for burial. At the same time, she also wanted to establish a good relationship with the old Shangshu Qiao's family and not let his beloved daughter run too long distances.
The deceased has passed away, and she still needs to consider more and make less enemies for her eldest son, Duke Qin, who supported her in the court alone.
The old lady in white plain clothes led her eldest son, daughter-in-law and a group of maids and servants early in the morning, waiting for the return of the coffin of the Duke of Qin's mansion in grief.
The Duke of Qin’s Mansion.
The carriage driving in the front slowly stopped, and a little maid who was clean but without makeup jumped down quickly, carefully stretched out her hand to hold the thin woman who was stepping on the driver's back and seemed to be blown away by the wind.
This woman was combed in the woman's bun, and there was a white flower flying in the wind and blurred between her hair. It can be seen that she was the vain of Qin Song, the second son of Qin Song, who had passed away.
She was also wearing a clean white dress that was spotless like everyone else, but this white dress fell on her body. Judging from the waist that could be easily grasped by a thin hand, she had lost a lot of weight during this period. The plain dress that was originally tailored to the body looked much wider, making her look even more petite.
Her eyes were slightly swollen, and it could be seen that it was a sequelae after crying for a long time. Her eyes were full of grief and despair, but they were still beautiful and stunning. It was a beautiful pearl that shone brightly in this dark atmosphere.
She was only nineteen years old and her husband passed away. She kept her a pretty and graceful woman like a flower, and was alone in the future.
Seeing Qiao Ruan's excessive sadness and thin appearance, the pain of losing her son and feeling distressed for the little girl she had grown up, she directly hugged the girl who was as miserable as her and cried out loudly.
Screaming loudly: The miserable girl!
Although she lived a pampered life and had never worried about money, she, like this miserable daughter-in-law, is a young widow, and still has to die in her old age.
She has been given filial piety and support by her sons over the years, and she has lost a lot of sorrow. She does not need to force herself to be tough and support her door when she was young. Her black hair was so carefully raised that she turned gray in just one night after hearing the bad news of her youngest son's death.
He was discouraged and couldn't lift anything he did. He hid his wrinkles and climbed up his face without mercy. He didn't have the energy and anger he had when he was with his old sisters on weekdays.
With the help of her husband Qin Lie, Qiao Yu stood next to each other. She was weak and dared not be careless at all, after all, she had lost four children during the ten years of getting married.
She is already twenty-eight years old and no longer a young girl who can pinch out the water. Moreover, because of her miscarriages over the years, her physical losses are severe, and her mood is depressed, she looks a few years older than her good-maintenance peers.
Not to mention her cousin who is almost ten years younger than her, even having a baby earlier, and her daughter is no longer two years older than her.
In fact, she was also a little sad at this time. Her husband's brother's relative died. She still remembers her brother-in-law who was like the sun. Her mother-in-law and her step-sister who had been spoiled by her parents since childhood, were simple and worry-free, and had a smooth life. She cried without regard for her decentness. She carefully supported her husband, although her face was calm, there was no big ups and downs.
She knew that his husband was also very sad. His eyes were always with his painful mother and sister-in-law. His hands were strengthening their strength without realizing it, pinching her a little painful.
Qin Lie, whose face was the same as usual, stood straight and his spine was straight, as if nothing could defeat him.After all, Qin Song is his younger brother, and he is not as calm as he shows outside.
Otherwise, he would not have taken his mother with him. The family would wait outside early in the morning for his second brother's coffin to return.
Qin Lie waited until the two crying women were slightly relieved and could hear what others were persuading.
Waving his hand to signal the housekeeper standing aside, the awkward funeral procession was finally welcomed into the front hall of the Duke of Qin who was arranged into a mourning hall.
The servants quickly arranged everything under the arrangement of the butler.
Qiao Ruan stood in front of the coffin in a daze, with tears flowing on her face. She looked clear and her lonely and weak body seemed to be shaking.
She stood here alone, inevitably attracting everyone's gaze to look at her, feeling the sadness and despair around her that seemed to turn into substance, which made people's hearts feel disturbed.
Qin Lie also looked at her. The fat baby girl with a round face three years ago had grown into a pretty pretty beauty today. Although tears were still falling down on the floor, she could see more clearly the clear meaning of her eyes, which made people's heartstrings.
A piece of jade-colored chin, which is very delicate, overlaps with Qin Lie's impression of her mother. Next is her slender neck, with skin as pearls and jade, extremely white, and she is worried that it will break with a slight grab.
Then, despite his generous clothes, he could still see his towering breasts. He maliciously guessed that his younger brother Qin Song had played with him a lot over the years.
Qin Lie suddenly froze when he thought of this. What was he doing?
The second brother had just passed away, and he unconsciously admired his brother and sister's figure and also looked at their bed affairs.
He secretly regretted and embarrassed in his heart. Qiao Ruan was also the little girl he watched as he grew up. He also married her sister. She was not only her brother and sister-in-law, but also her sister-in-law!
How could he have such a beastly idea? Xiao Yu is even by his side, and she is still pregnant with her child who is less than twenty days old in her belly!
Qiao Ruan was deliberately standing in the middle at this time. She quietly used some tricks to tempt the attention of this man who was wholeheartedly devoted even if his wife did not give birth to a son or a half daughter, so that his eyes would be placed on him and unconsciously attracted to her, so that she could seduce him in the future.
I'm still here without pigs.
I'll change my name when I have it.
The sky was dark and dark clouds were covered with dark clouds. The silent clouds were reluctant to fall to rain to make the sky clear and bright.
A group of people wearing white clothes slowly walked slowly on the streets of the capital in the early morning with the sorrow and joy, reflecting the sadness of the weather.
At the front was a carriage dyed in white, shaking and shaking on the street, and behind it was a team of people wearing white coats, holding suona in their hands and whispering. This was the funeral team.
In the middle is a heavy coffin made of good huanghuali wood, which is tightly tied by a rope.
Four young and strong men were scattered in its four corners, lifting it up, and walking towards the Duke of Qin's Mansion in silence and seriousness.
On weekday mornings, it should be noisy here, with food delivery and things coming and going, which is very lively.
The servants who were close to each other were also very skilled, and they were irrelevant to gossip. The parents and the others exchanged information that their masters allowed them to say. These servants who served the nobles and the long-mouthed women in the city were no different.
Jinguan Street was silent today, and no family made a carefree movement to find the unhappy Duke of Qin’s Mansion.
Qin Song, the second son of Qin, was only twenty-four years old. When he was the governor of Yunzhou, he died of serious illness and died at a young age, leaving him to his mother who was still alive. The old lady of Qin, the eyes of the old lady, was shed, and the white-haired man gave the black-haired man.
His widow, the second lady of the Shangshu Mansion, Qiao Ruan helped him to send his coffin back to the Duke of Qin's mansion, so that his body would be buried in the soil and buried in the grave, and finally returned to his hometown and ancestral place for burial after a hundred years of his elder brother.
This time, in response to the request of the old wife of Qin, she was reluctant to let her beloved son go back to her hometown in Qingzhou alone for burial. At the same time, she also wanted to establish a good relationship with the old Shangshu Qiao's family and not let his beloved daughter run too long distances.
The deceased has passed away, and she still needs to consider more and make less enemies for her eldest son, Duke Qin, who supported her in the court alone.
The old lady in white plain clothes led her eldest son, daughter-in-law and a group of maids and servants early in the morning, waiting for the return of the coffin of the Duke of Qin's mansion in grief.
The Duke of Qin’s Mansion.
The carriage driving in the front slowly stopped, and a little maid who was clean but without makeup jumped down quickly, carefully stretched out her hand to hold the thin woman who was stepping on the driver's back and seemed to be blown away by the wind.
This woman was combed in the woman's bun, and there was a white flower flying in the wind and blurred between her hair. It can be seen that she was the vain of Qin Song, the second son of Qin Song, who had passed away.
She was also wearing a clean white dress that was spotless like everyone else, but this white dress fell on her body. Judging from the waist that could be easily grasped by a thin hand, she had lost a lot of weight during this period. The plain dress that was originally tailored to the body looked much wider, making her look even more petite.
Her eyes were slightly swollen, and it could be seen that it was a sequelae after crying for a long time. Her eyes were full of grief and despair, but they were still beautiful and stunning. It was a beautiful pearl that shone brightly in this dark atmosphere.
She was only nineteen years old and her husband passed away. She kept her a pretty and graceful woman like a flower, and was alone in the future.
Seeing Qiao Ruan's excessive sadness and thin appearance, the pain of losing her son and feeling distressed for the little girl she had grown up, she directly hugged the girl who was as miserable as her and cried out loudly.
Screaming loudly: The miserable girl!
Although she lived a pampered life and had never worried about money, she, like this miserable daughter-in-law, is a young widow, and still has to die in her old age.
She has been given filial piety and support by her sons over the years, and she has lost a lot of sorrow. She does not need to force herself to be tough and support her door when she was young. Her black hair was so carefully raised that she turned gray in just one night after hearing the bad news of her youngest son's death.
He was discouraged and couldn't lift anything he did. He hid his wrinkles and climbed up his face without mercy. He didn't have the energy and anger he had when he was with his old sisters on weekdays.
With the help of her husband Qin Lie, Qiao Yu stood next to each other. She was weak and dared not be careless at all, after all, she had lost four children during the ten years of getting married.
She is already twenty-eight years old and no longer a young girl who can pinch out the water. Moreover, because of her miscarriages over the years, her physical losses are severe, and her mood is depressed, she looks a few years older than her good-maintenance peers.
Not to mention her cousin who is almost ten years younger than her, even having a baby earlier, and her daughter is no longer two years older than her.
In fact, she was also a little sad at this time. Her husband's brother's relative died. She still remembers her brother-in-law who was like the sun. Her mother-in-law and her step-sister who had been spoiled by her parents since childhood, were simple and worry-free, and had a smooth life. She cried without regard for her decentness. She carefully supported her husband, although her face was calm, there was no big ups and downs.
She knew that his husband was also very sad. His eyes were always with his painful mother and sister-in-law. His hands were strengthening their strength without realizing it, pinching her a little painful.
Qin Lie, whose face was the same as usual, stood straight and his spine was straight, as if nothing could defeat him.After all, Qin Song is his younger brother, and he is not as calm as he shows outside.
Otherwise, he would not have taken his mother with him. The family would wait outside early in the morning for his second brother's coffin to return.
Qin Lie waited until the two crying women were slightly relieved and could hear what others were persuading.
Waving his hand to signal the housekeeper standing aside, the awkward funeral procession was finally welcomed into the front hall of the Duke of Qin who was arranged into a mourning hall.
The servants quickly arranged everything under the arrangement of the butler.
Qiao Ruan stood in front of the coffin in a daze, with tears flowing on her face. She looked clear and her lonely and weak body seemed to be shaking.
She stood here alone, inevitably attracting everyone's gaze to look at her, feeling the sadness and despair around her that seemed to turn into substance, which made people's hearts feel disturbed.
Qin Lie also looked at her. The fat baby girl with a round face three years ago had grown into a pretty pretty beauty today. Although tears were still falling down on the floor, she could see more clearly the clear meaning of her eyes, which made people's heartstrings.
A piece of jade-colored chin, which is very delicate, overlaps with Qin Lie's impression of her mother. Next is her slender neck, with skin as pearls and jade, extremely white, and she is worried that it will break with a slight grab.
Then, despite his generous clothes, he could still see his towering breasts. He maliciously guessed that his younger brother Qin Song had played with him a lot over the years.
Qin Lie suddenly froze when he thought of this. What was he doing?
The second brother had just passed away, and he unconsciously admired his brother and sister's figure and also looked at their bed affairs.
He secretly regretted and embarrassed in his heart. Qiao Ruan was also the little girl he watched as he grew up. He also married her sister. She was not only her brother and sister-in-law, but also her sister-in-law!
How could he have such a beastly idea? Xiao Yu is even by his side, and she is still pregnant with her child who is less than twenty days old in her belly!
Qiao Ruan was deliberately standing in the middle at this time. She quietly used some tricks to tempt the attention of this man who was wholeheartedly devoted even if his wife did not give birth to a son or a half daughter, so that his eyes would be placed on him and unconsciously attracted to her, so that she could seduce him in the future.
I'm still here without pigs.
I'll change my name when I have it.
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