The red silk from the General's Mansion of Zhenguo was hung for only one day and replaced with white cloth.

The old lady of the General's Mansion died, and many people in Kyoto said that the joy of the country did not work.

Mr. Yin and Yang forgot the day, and Liu's spirit stopped in the mansion for seven days.

During this period, all the civil and military ministers came to pay their respects.

After seven days of stopping, Song Heng stayed for seven days and seven nights. Song Ziling stayed with him for four days and four nights, and was chased away by Song Heng many times.

Seeing that his husband and son were so vigilant, Mu Na felt so distressed, but she couldn't persuade them, so she could only prepare some midnight snacks for her every night.

Seven days later, Liu's funeral was held. Under the leadership of Butler Yun, the funeral procession was very grand.

Seeing that the people in the funeral team were talking about it, Song Heng committed too many murders and could not even escape the bad luck. It would be better to go to the temple to donate some incense and oil to pray to the gods and Buddhas to resolve this bad luck.

Mu Na was wearing a mourning clothes and followed Song Heng and Song Ziling, wiping her tears while walking.

She had never felt the bad side of Liu, and could understand that Liu was afraid that she would not want her to come in, so she still had a lot of feelings for her. Now that she is gone, she is also very sad.

"The woman who was mourning behind General Song is the new wife of the general's mansion!"

When Mu Na raised her ears with great concern when she heard someone talking about her.

"It should be, it's pretty strong."

"But his appearance and temperament are far worse than Mrs. Song before."

In the past, Mrs. Song couldn't say it was beautiful, but she had a good temperament. Just standing there quietly could make people unable to help but turn their eyes to her.

There is still a calm force on my body, no matter what I face, no matter what I am, I am calm and confident.

It makes people feel that nothing can hinder her or beat her.

"That's natural. Mrs. Song was so powerful in the past. There were not many women in this world who could compare with her."

Hearing these comments, Mu Na frowned. They said that their appearance was not as good as Mrs. Song before, but they didn't know that Mrs. Song's body was hers before.

She also wanted to go back to her body, but she couldn't.

She also knew that she could not compare to that "Shen Wan". She was just an ordinary woman from the countryside. She knew nothing about poetry and could do any business. But as long as she could take good care of her husband and children, she didn't need to be so powerful or capable.

The funeral procession arrived at the cemetery, and Liu's tomb was next to the empty tombs of Shen Wan and Song Zi'an.

After Liu was buried, Song Heng fell down.

The emperor gave him a month's sick leave and asked him to rest at home.

When Song Ziling wrote to Jiangzhou, he wrote about Liu's death. After Shen Wan received the letter, she thought Song Heng must be very sad, but with his real wife accompanying him, he should be able to come out soon.

In November, the imperial city had already been covered with snow, but Jiangzhou was still sunny. Seeing this bright sunshine every day, Shen Wan felt that she was coming to Jiangzhou as the right place.

Something happened in Jiangzhou in November, that is, the villagers of Jingou Village were very brave and actually started digging tunnels from the village, trying to dig into the mountains of gold to steal gold.

As soon as I dug it to the vicinity of Jinshan, I was discovered by the people guarding the mountain.

All over Jingou Village, men, women, young and old, participated in digging tunnels. Although they failed to steal gold, their goals and influence were very bad.

Xuanyuan Liuyun first blocked the people in the village and gave the emperor a memorial, waiting for the emperor to try it out to see how to deal with the people in Jingou Village.
Chapter completed!