After leaving the palace gate, the fence family sent two people to pick them up early. They got into the sedan chair and walked smoothly north. Chengen Duke's Mansion was along Yindingqiao Hutong in Houhainan. Because the man had just left, the mourning ceremony had not had time to do it. When they arrived at the entrance of the alley, they only saw people and carriages and horses coming and going. The filial flags were not up. The people who served outside the door were still dressed in normal clothes and didn't even change their filial clothes.

If this Chenggong is famous, he is also famous. Kun Hetai, the Grand Secretary of Hongwen Academy, was the right-hand man of the old emperor when he was in power. He was very upright, upright and clean. No other reason, from the fact that he was a high-ranking and powerful wife, he always thought he was a good man of the best.

A wife in a house has advantages and disadvantages. This emperor's grandma has limited ability to deal with people, unlike other families who are versatile. She is not, she is from an old-fashioned poet and ritual family, and she is a typical person who does not go out of the door. She has little contact with the outside world, so she can't make a living at the festival.

Mr. Kun was not willing to accept it, and he would be a couple of children in his life. The eldest went to the palace and became the queen. He was a minister of sanitary rank and worked in the guard office. He was really "scattered" enough to ask this master. He relied on the queen and Zu Yin to get into the second rank. The tiger father raised a dog son, but did not learn his father's knowledge. He learned everything that was untouchable outside. Steamed ginseng, boiled eagles, visited the eight major hutongs, billboards, and gave birth to a son. He really wanted to take care of his affairs, and even the figure could not find him. Mr. Kun left, and the emperor's eyes were so dark that he cried. At this time, he had no idea where he had gone. No one knew. Until the body was placed on the bed, he did not see the prince back.

The emperor thanked him very much, but fortunately, someone was sent to the palace to take charge, otherwise such a big stall would not be able to handle it. Su Yi followed Changmanshou to return the gift, and listened to Changmanshou's official words, "This is what the servants should do. The servants obeyed the orders of the emperor and the empress's master, and it was the fate of the servants to be able to serve the prince's house."

Mrs. Kun was trembling, "I can trust the ones who came out of the big house, but they are not like relatives in the clan, but have selfish intentions." Looking at Su Yi again, "If there are so many trivial matters, I will be more tired of the girl."

Su Yi had a blessing, "I did my best to do my best, please rest assured by the old lady."

Mrs. Kun's head was full of haggard face. A burst of crying sounds rose from the mourning hall. She blinked her eyes twice, and was a little confused. She hurriedly asked the girl to help others and comforted her, "At least, the old lady is mourning, her body is important. Leave the things outside to the slaves. If the slaves can't make a decision, come and ask the old lady to show her."

Mrs. Kun's eyes were also dumbfounded, and she staggered into the house after a few more polite words.

Changmanshou looked around and said, "The first thing to do is to wear filial piety clothes. I will leave it to you. I will arrange a curtain to guard the spirit first, and then you will arrange for food and tea when I turn back."

I have never handled a funeral, but I still know what is conventional. I am busy and started to make mourning clothes.

Officials have heavy mourning rules, and mourning must be based on wearing lump and mourning. Women wear Yuanqing or blue gowns, and those who come to mourn must wear different raw and mature linen cloth, thick and thin white cloth per month. Mr. Kun is a scholar and likes to follow the ancient rituals. Before leaving, he ordered and followed the customs of his hometown in the south. Southern customs are always known, unlike those in the north who use white cloth to twist a knot and wear a head. Southerners are more delicate. The mourning hats must be folded in half with a long white cloth, sewed threads on one side, and made into a hood style. The skirts on the lower body must also be tied, so they ordered people to find a few servants to draw a piece of place under the filial shed. Those who cut cloth and needlework perform their duties. Mourning clothes do not need to be too careful, nor do they need to be tied to the edges. They are connected in three or two, and the people in the mansion wear them.

It was only now that we could have funerals. The Imperial Heavenly Superintendent had chosen a day to stop the spirits. The monks invited by the housekeeper to the temple also set up an altar. For a moment, drums, music, sheng and flute were beaten with the sound of salvation, and the families in the mansion began to cry out loudly.

Su Yi was too busy to stop, so she arranged for people to check the candles and clean the courtyard. She was a wise man, and the cups, saucers and tea utensils were taken care of without complaining. Those who could be cooked for oil, such as lamp oil, candles, and paper were left for Changman Shou. The elderly mother in the mansion was not that she could not do anything, but when the palace sent people, she wanted to stand on the shore. When she got up, the aunt in the palace was very knowledgeable and did it according to her intentions. In fact, she was dissatisfied with the financial situation and watched with a heart. Fortunately, Su Yi did all these bits and pieces, and it was also impossible to catch the wrong things.

All the work has been settled. Since she is a female guest, she has to do the distribution of mourning clothes by herself to show the Tian family's favor to Mr. Kun. It was almost the right time, and the former colleagues in the court came to pay their respects, always offering the prepared rulers one by one, and squatting for blessings and paying hundreds of greetings in half a day. It is really more tiring than practicing rules in the palace.

This was working, and a person rushed in from the gate, with a pale face and dazed expression. His eyes were staring straight into the direction of the mourning hall, and he was half open to cry. Su Yi asked the girl below, "Is this your master?"

The girl looked at her and looked contemptuously at the corner of her mouth and replied, "That's right! The wife sent someone to search for her for three hours and didn't find her. She was only back now."

It is indeed better to have such a son than to have roots. He always said nothing, and married a filial piety dress and sent it over, saying, "Mr. Master, mourn, take off his hat and change his clothes!"

Enyoumu turned his face to look at her, and suddenly howled "My dear Ahma", which scared her to death. It was too late to cry now. He stood there and wiped his tears, but did not wear a robe. He had no choice but to ask the girl to serve him. He picked up the seven tasks of flowers and green willows on his body, put on white cloth and wrapped his shoes, and stumbled into the mourning hall.

Seeing that he was not good, the person next to him shook his head and sighed. Su Yi turned around to clear the remaining linen, and estimated that it would be not enough to add it. He looked up and saw Changman Shou coming out and found a cool place under the shed to sit down.

"Is Andali finished his work?" She asked the manager to enter the booklet and said, "I'll ask someone to pour tea, Andali will take a break."

Changmanshou waved his hand, "Don't be busy, I got it from drinking water. It's so messy! Everyone has set up a bed, and the food is not ready at this time. The teeth are closed and then pried open, and the dead will suffer!"

Fried Han is a custom passed down from ancient times, which is to stuff things into people's mouths. The emperor uses beads and the princes and jade to rob their tongues of rebirth. Generally, after bathing, they will not move their bodies after changing to the funeral clothes. As a result, the family of Kun Gong's family forgot such an important thing, which is really unspeakable.

"My husband has been sick for a while, why didn't he prepare in advance?" Su Yi settled the tea that the people under him wanted, and issued a sign to ask him to go to Curry to collect it.

Changmanshou turned down his horse's hooves and fanned the wind, and saw that there was no one around, and said with a snorkeling, "There is no decent person in charge of the affairs of the family, and those servants are not concerned about it. Everyone seems to be watching the show, but the loss is still the queen's family. When the population is large, the family will suffer. When there is a problem, there are many people who work with it, not like now."

"Will the queen go out to the palace to pay tribute?" Su Yi asked, "This is the funeral of his own father, and 90% of them are going to come in person."

"I am the husband's family after leaving my mother's family, not to mention that I am the only honor now. I have become a monarch and minister with my mother's family. I don't care about breaking bones and connecting tendons like ordinary people. How high is the position of the Empress in the palace? The mother of the world cannot show her face, and she must not send a proud person in front of her to kowtow on incense, so she can hold up the courtesy." Changman Shou smiled, "The Queen cannot leave the Palace, Long Live will come to mourn. After all, he is a son-in-law, and even Lord Kun is a loyal minister, the son-in-law must also comfort the mother-in-law's heart!"

Just as the old emperor who was singing a ceremony at the door sent someone to add oil and incense to his in-laws. Changmanshou stood up with a loud voice, walked forward and hit Qian'er, "Mr. Li, thank you for your hard work!"

The person who came was Li Yugui, the general manager next to the Supreme Emperor, with his long eyebrows and face. He came in with one step and three steps. He saw Changmanshou looking up and down, "What? I asked you to serve the funeral?"

The person who was full of longevity bowed and gestured to Su Yi, "The Ministry of Internal Affairs sent someone to come, and I can't do any of them alone."

Li Yugui looked over in a blink of an eye and slapped, "What are you thinking about?"

Changmanshou pretended to be stupid, "What does the boss mean?"

Li Yugui smiled suddenly and said as he walked, "You are not Cui, nor are you as lucky as Cui. I advise you to calm down and get a pheasant. If you have three peacocks inserted into the tip of your tail, you will not become a peacock. The Empress Dowager is raising her in Changchun Garden. If you have a substitute here, I want to ask you, what do you mean?"

Changmanshou was stunned, "You are misunderstanding! Why do you call a substitute? I did nothing!"

"You forgot your previous treasure to agree? If you hadn't had that relationship with Lord Lao Fu, you wouldn't even have any scum left." Li Yugui nodded to the other end, "I know what you are thinking now. Are you happy like picking up a dog's head and gold? It's all this trick once or twice. The Supreme Emperor cannot tolerate others in his eyes, so you will lose your heart!"

Now Changmanshou is really convinced. Li Yugui is holding it in Changchunyuan, and he is so stupid. He lowered his hands and laughed, "You are a smart person, and I'm not stupid either. If you hand someone to the master, isn't that a slap in the mouth? Don't guess, that's really nothing."

Li Yugui was not good at entering the mourning hall, so he held three incense sticks beside him, and then he bowed respectfully and then inserted them into the incense burner. The bereaved family replied to the gift, and he went up to beat Qian'er to the wife and the man, and expressed the old emperor's oral order in a tactful manner. "The Supreme Emperor knew that Lord Kun had cried and was afraid that he would be hurt, so he asked the servants to come to comfort the family. The Supreme Emperor, Lord Kun had to do his best to do the country for his life, and after his death, he also gave the Dhara Sutra and was asked to take him with him. He asked his wife if the family was difficult. If there was any difficulty, just speak. There was also the Duke, don't worry about Chengjue, and the Emperor would definitely give a kind decree."

Mrs. Kun knelt down with her son and murmured to thank the old master for his grace. Li Yugui hurriedly helped her and asked the eunuchs below to present the sutra. Mrs. Kun held it in her hand with tears in her hands and personally went to the edge of the bed to cover her body with Mrs. Kun.

The etiquette was all right, and Li Yuguifang and Changmanshou retreated together. The first words were halfway through, and he thought about it and continued again, "Is it not for the old master to prepare, is it for the new master? I know that the Interior Ministry Shangli is your brother who changed the Geng Tie. If you want to promote someone, your Taoist practice is not as shallow as Rongshou."

Changmanshou smiled, "Look at you, how can I have the courage to plot against the current emperor? It was found that it was a death sentence. How many heads did I give birth to? "

"It's good that you know. This master is no better than others. Even the Supreme Emperor." Li Yugui said with his arms in his arms, "He was only thirteen or fourteen years old when the imperial concubine Huixian died. The first thing he did was not cry. He knew that he would discuss the posthumous title and strive to get the imperial concubine to be buried. How many princes can do this kind of demeanor? If you want to learn from Cui, don't make the wrong plan."

Changmanshou's face was disappointed and was about to refute, but when he saw someone coming in from the door, he wore a red velvet hat with a blue velvet ball and a big-collared jacket with a blue velvet ball. He didn't have anyone around him, but only two big men were easy-going and a close servant. He didn't know the knife-wielding face that was the leader, and he undoubtedly recognized the General Rongda.
Chapter completed!