New widow

Therefore, at night before the funeral, the servants were still there in shifts. As for Su Qiao and Song Zhen, they rested in the room next to the mourning hall. A high bed and soft pillows had been prepared there. Although there was no face wash, there was a bottle of water. Good hot hand towels so they can wipe their faces and hands to relieve their fatigue.

Su Qiao and Song Zhen were sleeping on the bed, and the maids made a bunk on the floor to keep them company. Su Qiao turned over and saw Song Zhen's eyes wide open. Su Qiao couldn't help but reached out and patted her: "Go to sleep, we still have to endure it." It’s been a long time.”

Song Zhen leaned into Suqiao's arms with attachment and said softly: "Actually, I wasn't afraid when I came to the capital. Even when I heard that something happened to my father, I didn't seem to be afraid."

When did she start to be afraid? It was probably when Chunhua took Song Zhen on the wrong path, walked out of the second door, and saw the foreign man she shouldn't have seen. In this huge house, with so many maids and servants, who knows what they are thinking and who they are using it for?

Su Qiao gently patted Song Zhen's hair: "Go to sleep, it's okay, I'm here and I will protect you." Su Qiao couldn't help but laugh to herself after saying this, she was in this house How could he protect Song Zhen before he could gain a firm foothold? But looking at the vulnerability on Song Zhen's face, Su Qiao couldn't help but think of the years when her father left her in her hometown and how miserable a child without parental protection must have lived.

Obviously, the uncle's family relies on the money sent back by his father and his father's influence in his hometown. But when the door is closed, my cousins ​​will laugh at me, saying that I am a child whose mother does not love my father. Sometimes the uncle heard it and was willing to say a few words, but the aunt heard it but didn't listen.

Seeing the same, sometimes I have to add a few more words.

My maternal grandfather's house is further away, and I have only met my uncle once. It seems that my uncle is not in the mood to say a few words for me, let alone take me back to my maternal grandfather's house to stay for a few days.

At that time, if someone could say a few words to me, wouldn't I feel that my life would be so miserable? It's obviously my own home, but I feel like I'm living under someone else's roof. After arriving in the capital and entering the Kuang family, Su Qiao also knew what her stepmother had said, but she was under the control of someone else.

My body is like duckweed, no, from now on, I have to find a stable place for myself, where I will no longer wander. Status, this two word that sounds very light and airy, is your first step.

Suqiao curled her lips and smiled. When she came in today, she knew that someone in the British government would definitely question her identity, and Mrs. Li would definitely come forward to rectify her identity.

Suqiao exhaled a long breath, closed her eyes, and slept well. Only when she had a good rest could she face these chaotic things. On the second day, more people came to express condolences, but the most important thing was that the emperor's sacrifices were never sent. As a British prince, the emperor should give sacrifices to express his condolences.

This made Mr. Song very anxious. Yesterday, people from the Ministry of Punishments came to investigate the cause of death. At this moment today, the emperor has not given any sacrifices. In the eyes of everyone, this means that the emperor is annoyed with the British government. Maybe even Cheng Jue Not allowed.

Mr. Song was anxious and anxious, but he did not dare to show any anxious look on his face. He still had that sad look on his face. When someone asked whether the Song family had selected a suitable person to inherit the title. Master Song returns

He always smiled and said: "Don't rush this matter, we have to wait until the funeral is completed."

"After the funeral is over, it will be too late. After all, someone needs to hold a baton and hold a banner at the funeral." This is what a filial son should do. Mr. Song sighed: "This matter is of great importance, and I alone can't decide it."

While everyone was still chatting, they saw Su Du and Zhang Qing walking in. Mr. Song put a smile on his face: "Has Mr. Su found anything?"

"Master Song, you are here because of something happening at home, so you should not call me that." Su Du said lightly. Master Song raised his eyebrows slightly and bowed his hands to Su Du: "Yes, yes I was negligent, Mr. Su, please come this way."

Normally, Su Du, a sixth-rank official, would not be able to take the chief seat among this group of people, but now that Su Du was here under orders, everyone was naturally very respectful to Su Du.

Zhang Qing heard that Su Du was socializing with everyone there, so he quietly walked out of the house. According to the two people's agreement, Su Du was there to socialize with everyone, and Zhang Qing himself went to see if there was anyone in the British government palace. What a nuisance.

Zhang Qing was used to it. Not long after he walked out of the house, he put on the clothes of a housekeeper and put a mustache on his lips. He really looked like a housekeeper who came to the Song family with his master to express his condolences.

Zhang Qing swaggered into the courtyard used by the British government to entertain the butlers. Before he entered the courtyard, he heard the sound of drinking and fist-fighting coming from inside.

Although they came to express their condolences with their masters, the masters naturally had to show their sadness, and some of them would not even put food on their lips. But these housekeepers will not grieve with their master.

Since their son had left, the Song Mansion specially prepared good wine and food for them, so they naturally started eating and drinking.

"It's a pity that I didn't see Brother Wang today. Otherwise, I would have pushed a few Pai Gow!" Zhang Qing just walked into the yard and heard someone say this.

It seems that these housekeepers and others are really familiar with each other. Zhang Qing was happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He stepped forward and said to everyone: "But there is still wine, I am very thirsty."

When everyone saw Zhang Qing's face, they looked at Zhang Qing: "Who are you here with?"

"From Nanyang Marquis Mansion." Zhang Qing said, sat down, took the wine bottle, and poured the wine into his mouth without moving the glass.

"Don't you know the people from Nanyang Houfu?" someone said thoughtfully. Zhang Qing naturally knew that Nanyang Houfu had stopped communicating with the British government in recent years, so he used the name of Nanyang Houfu.

"Didn't you say that the head of the Criminal Department sent yesterday is the third master of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion?" As soon as he said this, everyone's look at Zhang Qing suddenly changed. Zhang Qing just laughed: "Look at what I do. What? I came with the Marquis." Zhang Qing frowned: "The Third Master hasn't been back for a long time, why are you here in the British Duke's Mansion?"

"Who doesn't know that your third master is..." This man's mouth was covered before he finished speaking. Zhang Qing pretended not to see it and still smiled and said: "The third master has always been capable. I have known it for a long time. It's just that How does this matter have anything to do with our third master?"

"The third master is here to investigate the cause of the death of the Duke of Guo." Someone said something dull, and Zhang Qing said, "So, the death of the Duke of Guo is true?"

"Since you came here to drink to quench your thirst, drink

After finishing the wine, hurry up and leave. Our brothers want to touch a few later. "