Chapter 1691 Death Not Unjustly

The Song family floated up white banners and hung white lanterns. This suddenly made the nobles who went to Beijing shocked. The first thing they thought was whether the old lady of the Song family was gone?

But once I found out, it was not the old lady, but the young Song Zhiqing, the unlucky guy who was aborted and forced to resign from his post. Now he is even more unlucky and has lost his life.

Why didn't it?

It is not a secret. It is this man who went to Changqing Temple to practice Taoism and lived in his own village. Zhuangzi was forced to break into by a mob and injured his life.

Hearing that, Song Xiang was furious and asked the local troops to suppress the bandits. The resisters would kill them and the Qingming Festival would be restored.

The emperor agreed.

When I learned that the Song family was holding a funeral for Song Zhiqing, I naturally felt relieved when I had a good relationship with the Song family. It would be better if it wasn't Song Ci, cough, Amitabha.

The Song family's mortal enemy was full of regret. Why was it not that old lady? If that one disappeared, Song Xiang would have to be filial to Ding You.

However, no matter how regretful it is, when someone comes to the Song family to report the death, they naturally have to go to pay their respects, especially those who were in the same dynasty as Song Zhiqing in the past, and they need to come and send him off for a ride.

In the Song family, there are endless people coming to pay their respects.

Although Song Ci is not Song Zhiqing's biological mother, she is also a legitimate mother. Her son died in front of him, and she was considered a white-haired man who sent a black-haired man. This is a great sorrow, so as parents, she and Old Master Song were not in the mourning hall.

Song Ci didn't even go to see Song Zhiqing for the last time. First, she was in poor health and had a serious illness and had poor energy. When she saw this scene again, she was afraid that she would not be able to stand the blow, so she did not let her go.

Song Ci had no feelings for Song Zhiqing, and the blow was not worthy of it, but no one allowed her to go, so she would not go.

"How is the Lu family now?"

Madam Gong was wearing a sloppy dress, with her hair tied with a silver hairpin, and slowly slapped the wind with a folding fan, and sighed: "I cried until I didn't cry. I fainted a few times, and I didn't eat or drink. I knelt and leaned against the maids to support me."

Song Ci sighed after hearing this and said, "How can the pain of losing his husband be so easy to calm down? Let's take care of him carefully, don't eat it, and at least fill some porridge and water. Don't let the funeral be done, and this person has collapsed."

"I've ordered it."

"How are you planning to get this spiritual coffin?"

Madam Gong said again: "I am still suffering from disasters now. There are refugees everywhere. I am afraid that the rebellion will occur on the road will disturb the dead. The prime minister means to stop the spirit in Xingshan Temple first, and wait for the disaster to stabilize before helping the spirit back to the hometown and bury it in the ancestral tomb in my hometown."

Song Ci nodded. This was a compromise, especially Song Zhiqing died in vain and stopped the spirits in the temple and asked the monk to recite the sutra of rebirth, which was also considered a way to save him.

If Song Zhiqing's soul was here, he would probably yell. He would not have died in vain, but his unjust death was the boss who killed him.

At that time, Song Zhiyuan, who was covered in plain white, stood in the mourning hall for a long time before slowly leaving and went back to the study. Song Zhicheng followed without saying a word.

After entering the study room, Song Zhicheng closed the door, his voice was as low as a mosquito: "Brother, is there any inside story about the third brother's death?"

It was so strange that the mob came to rob him, so why did he kill people? He even set fire to the fire. There were not many people in the village, namely the third brother and Li Sheng, and a few men died.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at him, took out a box from the cabinet behind him and opened it to him and handed it to him: "It's all karma, he died without any wickedness."

Song Zhicheng took it in confusion, looked down and his pupils tightened. When he saw the time and eight characters at the bottom of the box, he understood everything.
Chapter completed!