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    After leaving the palace gate, the bereaved family sent two people to pick it up early.  Get on the sedan chair and walk north along the way, Cheng'en Gong Mansion is in Houhai South along the Yinding Bridge Hutong.  Because people had just left, there was no time for the funeral, and when we arrived at the alley, we could only see people, carriages and horses passing by, the filial piety banners were not erected, and the waiters outside the door were still in normal attire, not even changing their filial piety clothes.

    As for this Cheng Engong, his name is also famous.  Kunhetai, a scholar of the Hongwen Academy, was the right-hand man of the old emperor when he was in power.  He is very straightforward, decent and clean.  Not to mention anything else, judging from the fact that he is a high-ranking and powerful man who married only one wife, he has always been considered a good man.

    For a wife in the first room, of course there are advantages and disadvantages.  This emperor's grandma has limited ability to deal with people and things, unlike other family's edicts who are all-round and exquisite.  She is not, she is from an old-fashioned poetry and ceremony family, and the typical door does not leave the door.  With little contact with the outside world, it's hard to move around when it comes to the festival.

    Grandpa Kun is not happy to take care of children, and has only a pair of children in his life.  The older one entered the palace and became the empress.  The younger one hired a minister of Sanzhi to work as a guard.  To say that this son-in-law is really "loose" enough, he just relied on the empress and ancestral shade to become a second rank.  Hu's father raised a dog, but he didn't learn his father's full of knowledge, but learned all the nonsensical things outside.  Simmering ginseng, boiling eagles, visiting the Eight Great Alleys, ticketing opera, giving birth to a son, all of these will be done.  If you really want him to take care of something, you can't even find him.  Grandpa Kun let go and left, and Grandma cried until her eyes turned black.  At this time, I had no idea at all, and asked where the little father-in-law had gone, but no one knew.  Until the dead body was put on the bed, the little grandpa did not come back.

    Thanks a lot to the grandma, fortunately the palace sent someone to take care of it, otherwise such a big stall would not be able to handle it.  Su Yi returned the gift with Chang Manshou, and listened to Chang Manshou's official words, "This is what the slaves should do. The slaves follow the order of the emperor and the queen master.  good fortune."

    Mrs. Kun trembled, "I can trust those who come from Da Nei. They are not like relatives in the clan, but they have selfish intentions." Looking at Su Yi again, "There are too many trivial things, and the girl is too tired."

    Su Yi squatted a blessing, "I will do my best, please rest assured, old lady."

    Madam Kun nodded, her face was full of haggardness.  There was a burst of crying in the mourning hall, she blinked her eyes twice, and she was a little confused.  Su Yi hurriedly recruited a little girl to help him, and comforted him, "The old lady is sorry anyway, but her body is important. Leave the outside affairs to the slaves, and if the slaves can't be the masters, come and ask the old lady to show me."

    Mrs. Kun's eyes were also dull, and she replied politely, and then staggered into the house.

    Chang Manshou looked around, "Getting filial piety is the first important thing, I leave it to you. I will arrange a hanging guard for the vigil first, and you will arrange food and tea later."

    I have never done a funeral before, but I still know what is customary.  In a hurry, I started to rush to make filial piety clothes.

    Officials and eunuchs have strict rules for mourning, and there must be a basis for wearing linen and filial piety.  The female relatives wear Yuanqing or blue gowns, and those who come to mourn must wear raw and cooked linen and white cloth of different thicknesses according to the month.  Grandpa Kun is a scholar, and he likes to follow the ancient etiquette in everything.  Before leaving, I ordered it, and I will do it according to the customs of my hometown in the south.  The custom in the south is well known, unlike in the north where you just twist a white cloth and put it on your head.  The southerners are more refined, and the filial piety hat is folded in half with a long strip of white cloth, and the thread is sewn on one side to make it into a hood.  The linen skirt on the lower body also had to be tied with a belt, so he ordered some servants to come and carve out a place under the filial piety shed.  Those who cut cloth and those who do needlework perform their duties.  The mourning clothes don't need to be elaborate, and they don't need to be bordered. They are put together three times and two times, and it doesn't take long for everyone in the house to put them on.

    Until now, it seems that there is a funeral. Tuoqin Tianjian has chosen a day for the coffin, and the monks invited by the housekeeper to the temple have also set up an altar.  For a while, the drum music, the shengxiao, and the Sanskrit sound of Chaodu began to beat, and the family members in the mansion began to cry.

    Because the other end was too busy to stop, he arranged for someone to check the candlelight and clean the courtyard.  She is a sensible person, and no one will complain about those cups, saucers and tea utensils.  All the things that can be used to save oil and water, such as lamp oil, candles, and paper bundles, are all reserved for longevity cooking.  It's not that the elderly woman in charge of the mansion is not good at arranging things, but the palace sent someone here, so it's a bit of a stand-by.  Speaking of which, the aunt in the palace is well-informed and well-informed, so she must do what she wants.  In fact, he was dissatisfied with the loss of money, and deliberately watched with cold eyes.  Fortunately, I have been known to do these piecemeal tasks without leakage, so that others can't catch the mistakes.

    Lala's miscellaneous work has been settled. Since she is a female intellectual, she has to do the distribution of filial piety herself to show the heavenly family's honor to Lord Kun.  It was just now, and all the former colleagues in the court came to express their condolences. They used to present the prepared rulers one by one, and squatted in half a day to pay their respects hundreds of times. It was really better than practicing the rules in the palace.  tired.

    This head is right??The emperor said, Mr. Kun has devoted his life to the country, and there will be mourning after death. He bestowed the Dharani Sutra and was asked to take it with him.  Then ask your wife if the family is in a difficult situation, and if you have any difficulties, just speak up.  There is also the little prince, don't worry about the matter of being a lord, the emperor will definitely have a gracious decree when he turns back.  "

    Mrs. Kun took her son and knelt down, murmuring to thank the old master for his kindness.  Li Yugui rushed to help, and asked the eunuchs below to bring up the scripture quilt. Mrs. Kun held it in her hands with tears in her eyes, and went to the edge of the bed to cover Lord Kun's body.

    After all the etiquettes were completed, Li Yugui and Chang Manshou withdrew together.  I was halfway through the first sentence, thinking about it and continued, "It's not for the old master, could it be for the new master? I know that Shangli in the House of Internal Affairs is your brother who changed his post.  Rongshou shallow."

    Chang Manshou smiled, "Look at what you said, how could I have the guts to plot against the current Lord Long Live? If it is found out, it is a capital offense. How many heads and lives have I had?"

    "It's good that you know, this master is no better than others, even the Supreme Emperor said he is deep." Li Yugui crossed his arms and said, "When the imperial concubine Huixian passed away, he was only thirteen or fourteen years old. The first thing he did was not to cry, but to discuss  To make a posthumous title, and try my best to get the imperial concubine to be buried. How many princes can achieve this kind of bearing? If you want to learn from Cui, don't make a mistake."

    Chang Manshou had a resentful face, and was about to refute, when he saw a man coming in from the door, wearing a red velvet top hat with the word "Wan Shou", and a blue Zhang velvet tufted eight-treasure jacket.  He didn't bring anyone with him, just two big men and one attendant.  Leaving aside other people, he recognizes the knife-sharp face at the head of the battle the most, no doubt Chief Rong.

    "My lord is here." He hastily chattered at Li Yugui, "I'll talk about it later, let's meet him quickly" (remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com
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