Chapter 247 Keep everything simple
Yongchang Hou Mansion is filled with white sails.
Not as lively as the death of the old Marquis, the funeral at the Yongchang Marquis Mansion was extremely streamlined.
Above the mourning hall, the old woman cried hoarsely and was in pain.
The three aunts were wearing linen and mourning, and looked panic-stricken.
As the eldest son of the Hou family, Su Xuanming took on the responsibility of leading the mourners and went to various houses to report the funeral.
Due to the indiscriminate killing by the men in black in the Hou Mansion, there were casualties in every house. For a time, there were a lot of funerals in Kyoto.
Everything needed for a funeral is in short supply.
The old lady of the Hou Mansion turned gray overnight. Just hearing about her son's death made her heartbroken.
The old lady of the Hou Mansion held the wrist of the eldest daughter-in-law of the Su family tightly, and her voice trembled: "My son had a hard life. He fought all his life and never enjoyed the wealth of the Hou Mansion. He was cruel and left me early. Go, let my white-haired man send the black-haired man away, but I can’t do that. How can I bear to let him go down there and have to suffer for a long time?”
The eldest daughter-in-law of the Su family wanted to take her hand away, but Mrs. Hou held her tightly.
Mrs. Hou's eyes were red and she stared into the eyes of the daughter-in-law of the eldest daughter-in-law of the Su family: "What artifact did she bury with my son?!"
The two of them knew very well. The she here refers to Gu Nanxi, the Marquis of Yongchang’s wife!
The eldest daughter-in-law of the Su family cursed secretly. She never saw her mother-in-law thinking about the eldest family on weekdays. But when she offended someone, she would think of them!
“Mrs. Hou said that the Hou Mansion was deeply favored by the emperor and responded to the call to implement a sparse burial.”
Mrs. Hou's heart ached, and she knew that Gu Nanxi, a vicious woman, would not handle her son's funeral properly!
Mrs. Hou was unwilling to give in: "Even if it is a small burial, we must ask the funeral director of Xiangguo Temple to determine the cemetery and burial time."
"It is cremation."
The words of the daughter-in-law of the eldest daughter-in-law of the Su family interrupted all Mrs. Hou's next words.
Mrs. Hou closed her eyes tightly, her lips were pale, and her whole body was trembling slightly, like an old man who had lost his only child, which was unbearable.
She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Who did you invite to write my son's epitaph?"
The eldest daughter-in-law of the Su family turned her head and whispered: "It is a wordless monument. . ”
Mrs. Hou couldn’t stand the stimulation at all, she burst into tears and choked with sobs.
The eldest daughter-in-law of the Su family sighed in her heart. She did not say Gu Nanxi's original words, for fear that the old lady would follow the Marquis after hearing it.
Gu Nanxi said that when the Marquis of Yongchang was in the country, his superiors could not be loyal to the king, his subordinates could not ask for orders for the people of Ming Dynasty, his writings could not formulate policies for national security, and his military force could not defend his territory and expand his territory.
At home, there is no filial piety towards parents and no kindness in raising children. Throughout his life, he was nothing but a selfish, short-sighted, cold-blooded person.
For the sake of the children, Gu Nanxi erected a wordless monument to prevent him from being infamy for thousands of years.
The eldest daughter-in-law of the Su family lowered her eyes. She and her husband had already discussed that the title of the Marquis Mansion was protected by Gu Nanxi, so there was no way it would fall to the eldest son.
Although I don’t know what happened, seeing Gu Nanxi’s attitude, she hated Marquis Yongchang deeply.
So in the future, their big house should be far away from the Marquis' Mansion, so as not to take advantage of it, they might even put their whole family on it!
A pile of firewood, a big fire, and a pile of minced meat turned into a handful of ashes.
After receiving the news, Su Yunting traveled day and night. He first took a boat to the north, then worked hard, and finally arrived in time. And his dusty appearance also fell into the eyes of the people of Kyoto.
The atmosphere in Fuquan Teahouse was a bit dull.
“Well, when the old Marquis passed away, the colorful shed was set up for three miles. The funeral crowd could be seen as far as the eye could see. How lively and luxurious it was! When it was the turn of Yongchang Marquis, he was as simple as ordinary people. General.”
There was an old man with gray hair who was very sad.
Everyone cares about what happens after death, and wealthy people want to continue their luxury in another world.
Poor people hope to change their fate and join a good family in the next life.
"I went to see Marquis Yongchang off. The second man of the Su family was shaking his legs from running, and the eldest son of the Su family also lost a lot of weight, and he looked haggard to the naked eye. Lady Su stayed with Mrs. Hou, never leaving. "
The sentimental tea guest took out his handkerchief and wiped his tears: "The love is deep and lifeless. How can we shed tears when we are in the most tragic place? The three brothers and sisters of the Su family are all filial children."
In the lobby of Fuquan Tea House, tea patrons cursed the Tatars in the north for being too bullying, while expressing their long-standing admiration for Gu Nanxi like a torrential river.
In the past ten years, both sides have been fighting on a small scale and have never seen large-scale troop movements.
I thought this was a tacit understanding between the two parties and would continue like this, but I didn’t expect that the northern Tatars were the beasts lurking in the dark. They would pounce on them and bite them when they saw the opportunity!
Mrs. Yongchang Hou is right, she has long anticipated the wolfish ambitions of the northern Tatars!
"Why are you all so sad? The sky is falling, and there are tall people holding it up. Even if you are so depressed that you can't eat, what's the use? You might as well earn more change, in case of war, it will be better. It’s so good to have the capital.”
This is true.
If the Marquis of Yongchang died, wouldn’t there be other generals who were in charge of the country? With so many military attaches, even if they queue up, it's not their turn to worry about this!
"Come on, come on! The storyteller will talk about something else. I don't want to listen to "The Legend of the Gone City" today, nor do I want to listen to the second part. Let's change it to something festive."
The one who gave the money It's the uncle. Naturally, the storyteller will not disobey the God of Wealth and tell the gossip about the back yard instead of talking about the past in the boudoir.
The atmosphere in the lobby was quickly aroused, and the gloom just now seemed to be swept away.
In the private room on the second floor, the three ladies, who had rarely gotten together for a while, were each slumped on the armchairs, completely imageless.
Mrs. Prince Ji Guo gently twisted a piece of Danai cake, and the sweet taste filled her mouth, dispelling the bitterness on the tip of her tongue.
"My heir apparent was completely frightened. As soon as he returned to his house, he asked for a portrait of Gu Nanxi. He didn't even go to his concubine's room unless there was a ghost coming to claim his life at night. Move directly to the Daxiangguo Temple!”
Mrs. Cheng Guogong seemed to be empty-handed. If she wanted to drink tea, she would ask Mrs. Niu to feed her: “As long as you live, I will do it these days. Attending a funeral is like attending a funeral. There is one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and another in the evening."
Mrs. Chen Guogong curled her lips disdainfully: "Everyone looks good, but they are always messy! Although she is empty, she still wants to save face and hold up the scene. Mrs. Yongchang Hou is still open-minded and goes her own way and is not afraid of what others say. "
Mrs. Niu picked up the tea cup and fed Young Madam Cheng Guogong some water, but her mind wandered to nowhere. The tea flowed onto Young Madam Cheng Guogong's clothes, and she didn't even notice.
"Our friendship is not even worth a cup of tea? If you don't feed me, I won't feed you. Why ruin my newly made clothes?" Mrs. Cheng Guogong joked helplessly.
It was only then that Mrs. Niu came to her senses and hurriedly took out her handkerchief to wipe the tea stains: "It's my fault. I will give you a new satin when I get back."
"Satin Forget it, can I really argue with you? But what are you thinking about, so obsessed?"
(End of this chapter)