Song Mo didn't know how he came back.

When he was back to Xinglong, he received news of his mother's death.

Six days and five nights, he traveled day and night, and rushed back quickly.

The guards beside him were all left far behind, and only Yu Jian followed.

The moment he jumped off the horse, his legs became weak. If the manager on duty at Yu Jian’s door hadn’t helped him, he might have knelt on the ground.

"Criminal, Prince!" He was filled with choking voices, with joy and relief to see him come back.

Song Mo's eyes were filled with tears and he ran towards the mourning hall along the sacrificial sermons that were floating all the way.

"Brother!" Song Han, who was thanking the spirit, threw himself into Song Mo's arms in a slutty dress, "Why did you come back?" His voice was filled with fear and complaints.

"It's brother not good!" Song Mo hugged his younger brother, tears overflowing from his blood-stained eyes, "It's all my older brother not good... I'm late to come back..."

Song Handa cried: "Brother, brother!"

Song Mo led his younger brother and knelt in front of the spirit.

"Mom, I'm back!" He kowtowed three times to his mother with tears on his face.

Someone came over next to him: "God gives me, put on my filial piety clothes."

It was the voice of cousin Song Qin.

Song Yichun took good care of everyone at home. He worked as an assistant secretary for his cousin Song Maochun in Shanglinyuan Linyuan. After a few years, he tried to squeeze out the official position of Linheng Office and let Song Maochun be the official position. His cousin Song Fengchun served as deputy envoy in the Chongwenmen Taxation Department, and his other cousin Song Tongchun served as deputy envoy in the Neiku B character library. Linheng Office was still an eighth rank, and the deputy envoy in the Chongwenmen Taxation Department and the deputy envoy in the Neiku B character library were not let go.

The oil and water are rich - Lin Heng's office holds tribute fruits every year. The Chongwenmen Taxation Department is in charge of the tax on wine in Beijing. The B-shaped warehouse belongs to the Ministry of War, and the fat jackets, war shoes, and fur hats of the soldiers in each garrison are under its jurisdiction. Although the officials are small and low, they are all from the Song clan. Even the ministers and the Shaoqings have to give them some slim face when they meet. The benefits of the ups and ups will not be less, and they have the land left by their ancestors. I don't know how comfortable life is.

Therefore, Song Yichun's prestige in the Song family is very beautiful, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is just a word.

Song Qin is seven years older than Song Mo and became a relative last spring.

Before getting married, Song Maochun brought his son to see Song Yichun, hoping that Song Yichun could do a good job for his son, but was scolded by Song Yichun: "The short-sighted! Jingzhi has passed the mansion examination and can be qualified to be a student. He should focus on his psychology on studying! If he can get a scholar exam, I can speak even in front of the emperor. If he doesn't plan a normal seventh-grade repair office, he has to find a master of eighth-grade Weishou! Before that

Cheng Ke is much better than you! You can't be a clerk who is not as good as you, just like you! If Jingzhi doesn't have the luck. He hasn't passed the scholar before he was thirty, it's not too late to do an errand for him at that time." He also said, "Our family is poor, so you have to be a group. Even if Song Mo has three heads and six arms, and there is no blood to help him, it's in vain. Don't be at a loss when you can make your children take a step, so you have to try your best to let them take a step!"

Song Maochun was so grateful that he thanked him again and again.

Even Song Qin was very grateful. He felt that the second uncle treated him very sincerely.

He treated Song Mo and Song Han like his own brothers and became closer to Song Mo and Song Han.

The death of Jiang's family was a major event for the Song family. For example, half of the building collapsed, everyone from the Song family came to help, and Song Qin was even more unsuccessful. He almost didn't close his eyes during the first seven days. He only slept well in the past two days.

Song Mo's expression was dull and allowed Song Qin to wear a mourning clothes.

Seeing that Song Mo was so thin and looked tired, Song Qin couldn't help but take him: "You go and wash your face first! The second uncle has been in the inner room in the room, so you have to go and have a look."

Song Qin's younger brother Song Duo happened to walk in from outside.

He is four years older than Song Mo. Like all his second sons, he has a more lively personality.

Seeing Song Mo, he shouted "Tianci" and said, "Go and take a break! The deceased is gone, you have to take good care of yourself. There are still many things waiting for you later."

Song Mo didn't expect that he would say "The Dead is gone". If it weren't for the pain in his heart, he wouldn't have smiled.

Seeing the appearance of the two cousins, they all looked tired. Knowing that they had helped a lot these days, he grabbed Song Duo's shoulder and looked at Song Qin and said "Thank you".

"Brother, why do you say this?" Song Qin said humbly.

Song Mo nodded.

Song Han pulled his brother's sleeve: "Brother, I want to go with you."

My mother's death must have made this younger brother, who is eight years old, still sleeping with her mother, very scared!

A trace of regret flashed in his eyes. Thinking that if his father was in his mother's room, if his younger brother left, there would be no one to thank him. He had to be cruel and whisper to Song Han: "Mom can't cut off people here, I'll come soon!"

Song Hanlin nodded with tears in his head and repeatedly reminded his brother: "You must come quickly! You must come quickly!"

"Sure!" Song Mo touched Song Chaohan's head and was about to return to Yizhitang when he met his father's close follower Lu Zheng.

"Criminal Master," he wiped his eyes when he saw Song Mo, "You are back! The Duke of the State has not eaten or drunk these days, and we are all anxious. I heard that you are back and I will take you to the room!"

When Song Mo thought of Song Qin's words, he did not hesitate and immediately followed Lu Zheng to the room.

Song Yichun sat cross-legged on the big kang next to the upper room. The furnishings in the room were like Jiang's lifetime, and even the rouge and water on the mirror table were as they were in the habit of Jiang's habit. A comb with ivory inlaid with wisps of flowers that Jiang used to be casually facing the table.

Song Mo's eyes turned red, his eyes blurred, but his father's dry voice was remembered in his ears: "You are back! How is the matter going? Your mother was thinking about this before she died!"

"I'm seeing the King of Liao." Song Mo respectfully saluted his father, and sat opposite his father at his father's instructions. "The King of Liao had known about the Jiang family for a long time. After his third uncle's injury worsened, it was the doctor that the King of Liao helped him to hire - but we judged the gentleman with the heart of a villain."

Song Yichun nodded slightly, sighed, and said, "How great would it be if your mother heard this news before she died!" He also said, "You can report it to her in front of your mother's spirit."

Song Mo Ying promised.

Song Yichun looked at his son who was exhausted and said, "Have you eaten yet, right? I'll ask the kitchen to get you some food. You can also wash it. Your mother loves beauty the most. If she looks at you like this, I don't know how sad she is."

Song Mo couldn't help but shed tears. He lowered his head and replied, "Yes".

Lu Zheng came to serve him to take a bath, and then a maid came to report that the meal had been placed in the inner room of the upper room as the British grandfather ordered.

"The Duke of the Kingdom must be trying to talk to you!" Lu Zheng said sadly, "The Duke of the Kingdom has been having trouble these days!"

Song Mo was even more sad when he heard this.

There were a few vegetarian dishes on the kang table next to the window in the inner room, a large plate of steamed buns, and a bowl of vegetarian noodles.

"Eat quickly!" Song Yichun sat next to his son, looking at his son's quickness, but his movements were still eating the meal with a bit of elegance and calmness.

"In a blink of an eye, you have grown up." He sighed, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes, "I am old too!"

Song Mo did not make any noise.

He is not a person who is good at comforting people. He couldn't help but think: It would be great if Tianen was here. Tianen is the most amusing. From childhood to adulthood, as long as Tianen is there, it will not be a mess.

He was quietly using the meal.

Song Yichun sat quietly at that time watching his son have a meal.

The house was quiet and only the sound of porcelain hitting was heard, making the house even quieter.

After Song Mo finished eating, the maids fed water to clean his hands, served his usual tea, and quietly retreated.

Song Yichun looked at Song Mo with a complicated expression and still didn't speak.

Song Mo waited patiently, quietly and calmly.

A strange color flashed in Song Yichun's eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "Do you still remember Mei Rui, the eldest maid next to her?"

"Remember." Song Mo didn't understand why his father suddenly mentioned the maid next to his mother, but he still answered his father calmly. "She is the most capable maid next to his mother."

"After your mother passed away, I was ready to leave all the people who served your mother," Song Yichun said, picking up the teacup, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her eyes fell on the green tea leaves floating in the tea. "But on the night of Erqi, Meirui suddenly committed suicide by hitting the pillar in front of your mother's spirit."

Song Mo's face changed slightly.

"Fortunately it was in the evening, and there were not many people, and Lu Zheng also handled it properly, so this matter was not spread. "Song Yichun said, "I have detained all the people serving in your mother's house," he said, and suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at Song Mo's eyes as sharp as a sword. "Guess, what did Lu Zheng find?" Before Song Mo answered, Song Yichun, whose face had turned pale, said, "The maid is actually four months pregnant and is already pregnant!"

"How is this possible?" Song Mo said in a lost voice, with an unconcealed shock in his expression.

The child is obviously not the father's. Otherwise, with the mother's nature, there will definitely be some arrangements before death, and the father doesn't have to explain to him, let alone such anger.

Although her mother was very strict in power, or was influenced by the Jiang family, she was not a stern person. If Meirui had a crush on someone, she could tell her mother directly that she would not have to do such an unfair thing.

Whose child belongs to?

If this matter spreads, my mother's reputation will definitely be criticized.

His eyes flashed, and a cold light shot out, but his father's voice came from his ears: "Lu Zheng went to search her house and found several newly tribute rulers in Jiangnan this year, as well as several exquisitely crafted jewelry. One of the jade pendants was carefully carved from the best Hetian jade, with cloud patterns on all sides, and in the middle was a big roc with only spreading wings..."

Song Mo was stunned.

When he was born, his grandfather gave him a jade pendant like this!

It is said that it was passed down by the ancestors of the Song family.

Song Yichun was already furious: "My evil! You did a good deed!" He slapped Song Mo with a slap!

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