Chapter 1088: funeral

Peking King.
Song House.
From the gate of Songcheng Road, Mo Yue spent two quarters of an hour, and the carriage went to the front of Songfu Gate. Before the car stopped, he heard a sharp cry outside, auspicious. When you are too busy, you open the curtains and look out. Just look at the two women in their fifties who are dressed up in front of Songfu. Crying and running towards Song Tong: "Master! Master! Why did you come here? Madam she has been waiting for you!"
The auspicious heart screamed a "clap", then watched Song Tong jump off the horse, stumbled and ran towards it.
Song Fu also heard the movement. Busy got up and asked Auspicious: "Girl, what's wrong? How can I hear someone crying outside? What's wrong?"
"Dad, I'm not sure." Jixiang's heart went on and on. She had already vaguely guessed something, but she wasn't sure, and she couldn't believe it. She was stunned. Still hearing Song Fu's voice, this slowed down. Busy with Song Fu at the moment, "Daddy. Song is here, let me go down."
"Well! Help me down," Song Fu said quickly. The fingers were trembling, apparently in my heart.
Auspicious was so busy helping Song Fu come down, the two people got out of the car. Standing in front of the door of Songfu, both of them suddenly held their arms. I saw the middle-aged man who was crying and crying, and a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper. He was holding a stack of white cloth with red eyes, and distributed it to the hands of the people , Auspicious rubbed his eyes, and then it became clear that it was actually a filial piety.
Jixiang just felt that his mind was blank for a while, and then he listened to the "mumbling" behind her, and she was so busy that she fell to her knees, crying and shaking Song Fu's shoulders: "Daddy! Wake up! Wake up! Come Man! "
The housekeeper heard the movement outside the door and was too busy to bring a few young sisters. He looked at him and guessed Song Fu's identity. Now he was so busy that several young sisters carried Song Fu who passed out. A remote courtyard in the front yard, Auspicious followed his tears as he followed.
It is said that Song Funai is Song Tong's father. His status is the most noble. Naturally, he should not live in this remote and small courtyard, but he is anxious and has no time to ask the housekeeper. He is too busy to return Song Fu with his shoes and socks and let him Lying on the cymbals, the housekeeper had already invited Lang Zhonglai to give Song Fu a pulse.
"Sir, how is my father?" Jixiang couldn't help but ask Nalang, "just passed out just now."
"The master is overly sad. He blocked his heart for a while and passed out. He didn't worry about it. He can wake up after a good night's sleep. I will make a recipe for him and he will be recuperated for a few days." Jixiang said, but with a tired face and heavy weight, he paused, and said, "It's just a new loss in your house. The master must be sad. I also ask the lady to comfort the master, so you can't hurt yourself."
Auspiciously busy: "Yes, thank you for your mention."
Na Langzhong didn't speak any more, nodded, got up and went out, but the housekeeper was too busy to send him out, auspiciously noticed that there was still blood on the corner of Na Lang's clothes, and he suddenly hesitated.
"Mrs. accidentally fell and woke up last night. Then it became popular. The housekeeper immediately asked Mr. Deng to come over. Mr. Deng stared in the backyard for a full day ," a middle-aged servant looked at. With an auspicious look, he explained that he couldn't help sighing when he said, "Madam's life is weak, but I still can't look at the last side of the adult."