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Zhao Jin pressed her forehead against the coffin, closed her eyes and said nothing, and tears fell one after another.

Many people present were moved by her, looking at her with pity and a hint of admiration.

How could such an infatuated woman have such a mean reputation?

They say seeing is believing, but everyone has seen Mrs. Pingyanghou for more than ten years, but no one understands her.

Pei Chengzhi gritted his teeth tightly, with a bit of guilt in his eyes. He paused for a long time and persuaded in a low voice: "Mom... my son has misunderstood his mother. Please take care of yourself. My father certainly doesn't want you to be so sad."

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Zhao Jin rested his forehead against the side of the coffin, closed his eyes and remained motionless, with only tears still streaming down his face.

It wasn't until the ministers and wives on the side all tried to comfort her with unbearable words that she slowly stood up straight, and the maid beside her hurriedly supported her with winks.

When she raised her head, everyone saw that the blood stains on her forehead were more obvious.

Recalling what she had said several times before that she wanted to go with the Marquis, it was obvious to everyone, and they couldn't help but think more about it.

Zhao Jin's tears fell and she couldn't stop them. The lady next to her felt soft-hearted and quickly persuaded her a few words and wiped her tears.

Zhao Jin remained motionless, his eyes showing despair.

——Made had known that she would knock on the coffin from a different angle. My head hurts so much!!

Seeing the look of despair in her eyes not diminishing but increasing, the lady was startled and even spoke softer, for fear of irritating her.

Although this person has a bad reputation and a not-so-good person, he is the one whose husband has died. This kind of deep affection is really rare.

That's all... I'm sorry, I won't gossip about her anymore.

Zhao Jin calmed down for a while before slowly getting used to the stinging pain on her forehead. She nodded lightly to the madam and then turned her attention to Pei Chengzhi, who looked guilty.

"Mother..." Seeing that Zhao Jin finally paid attention to him, Pei Chengzhi hurriedly called her, but when he saw the disappointment in her eyes, he paused immediately.

"You are the eldest son that your father has high hopes for, and your mother has always been proud of you, but today you..." Zhao Jin closed his eyes, "I am really disappointed."

"Mother! My son's pain is no less than yours, but -"

"The most important thing for a filial son is to respect his relatives." Zhao Jin interrupted him quietly, with disappointment in his eyes, "You contradicted me. As a mother, I can forgive you, but your father's body is still cold... On the day of the funeral, you might as well do nothing.

, but we shouldn’t make him look so bad and make his posthumous affairs so troublesome..." At this point, her tone seemed to be choked, and the onlookers couldn't help but sympathize with her.

Already without a husband, the eldest son was so unsatisfied that he brought a woman to the mourning hall and even said that he would not marry anyone except her in this life...

As Zhao Jin said, before his father's body is even cold, his son brings a woman to his door to kowtow or force him into marriage. This is not what he should do.

In the past, I thought this rare and talented Pingyang Hou Shizi was a good person, but I didn't expect that the real person would become a blockbuster without showing his face.

Zhao Jin closed her eyes, suppressed her emotions, and was silent for a moment. There were still tears in her eyes when she opened them. She bowed to everyone and calmed down her voice: "Since the news of the death of Lord Marquis came, Chengzhi has been doing something wrong."

, He has always respected his father, but I think he couldn't accept it, so he thought of it and made everyone laugh."

"The pain of losing a father is very unbearable. Today is really because of the great affection of the prince." The lady who just wiped her tears patted her hand, with pity in her eyes, and was the first to respond to her words.

Everyone also agreed and changed the topic.

Looking at his mother who was obviously in unbearable grief but still spoke for him, Pei Chengzhi clenched his fists, his face turned red, and his lowered eyes were full of guilt and shame.

Bai Yaoqing's eyes flashed as she stood next to him. She felt a little embarrassed standing there. She didn't know that she was just here to kowtow, so why was it causing such a fuss...

She bit her lip, feeling a little aggrieved. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Pei Chengzhi was also full of shame. She couldn't help but blame Zhao Jin. As a mother, why did she want her son to be so embarrassed? Even if he was wrong, he should say it in private. What's more,

Don't say that Brother Chengzhi is right.

She stepped forward to hold Pei Chengzhi's hand and comforted him in a low voice, earning a grateful look from the latter.

And this scene becomes even more meaningful in the eyes of caring people.

The folk customs in the Daqi Dynasty were not very open, and this unmarried man and woman did not avoid suspicion, but they exceeded the rules. After all, they were just ordinary women, with a lack of shame and a lack of rules.

Looking at the cryptic looks in everyone's eyes, Zhao Jin mentally praised her acting skills. Not only did she stop the male and female protagonists from deciding their names, but it also cleared up the reputation of the original protagonist.

Perfect.

She said sorry to everyone, and then let Xichun help her down to change the dressing - because she had been holding the coffin for a long time, the injury on her head was more serious, and a lot of blood had penetrated.

It's enough for a small vendor to suffer a little. If he is seeing off Pingyang Marquis with a blood-stained forehead, then he is using too much force. It is better to change the dressing first, but not to ruin his appearance.

In the side room, Xichun carefully changed her dressing. Zhao Jin frowned and endured the pain, and his thoughts drifted far away.

She had just read this novel before she came here. However, she was unable to accept such a illogical novel and decisively gave up on it. Wouldn't it be nice for her to work overtime during this time?

Who knew it was so small, but it ended up being worn here?

You know it's hard to buy money...

If you can endure the discomfort and read the novel and know the plot well, you will at least have a few golden fingers.

Now I can only rely on myself.

Anyway, she is not the original owner, and she will never let Xiao Baihua come in to harm others, like barbecued pork for her son...it's better to go along with it.

I can't afford such a big boy.

Zhao Jin sighed. Fortunately, she had accepted the memory of the original owner, so she could finally have less twists and turns.

After changing the medicine, she put away her thoughts and slowly got up and went out.

The play isn't over yet.

The moment she opened the door, the expression on her face quickly changed to one of sadness, despair and despair.

"Madam..." Xichun stepped forward to help her with distress.

Zhao Jin patted her hand, and the two returned to the mourning hall.

Pei Chengzhi was still standing far away, looking ashamed when he saw her, as if he wanted to step forward but didn't dare.

Zhao Jin's eyes only glanced at him, and then fell on Bai Yaoqing beside him. This little white flower was shameless enough to hang on.

But it doesn't matter. After just now, Pei Chengzhi's reputation is no longer very good. Filial piety is the most important thing nowadays. Whether justified or not, just now he contradicted his mother in public and took the girl to the funeral hall to force her to marry him on the day of his father's funeral.

The spittle would drown him in a few days.

I saw no one around these two people.

Smart people stay far away for fear of getting into trouble.

Zhao Jin lowered his eyes and listened to the consolation from the ladies around him with a look of sadness, earning a large wave of sympathy votes.

Soon it was time for the funeral.

The full name of Marquis Pingyang is Pei Xiling, and his name is resounding throughout the Qi Dynasty. He is a well-known victorious general. He was ambushed by the enemy on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang and died half a month ago. When the news came back to the capital, both the government and the public were shocked. Today's Emperor Jianwen is even more shocked.

He couldn't catch his breath and passed out.

It was also because of Pingyang Hou's great reputation that all the officials came to mourn him today.

As the eldest son, Pei Chengzhi knelt down and paid homage. He held the earthen basin with burning paper money in his hand and burst into tears. He smashed the earthen basin with trembling hands and tears streaked on his face. Only at this moment did he reveal some true sorrow for his father's death.

Then the thick golden nanmu coffin was slowly lifted by the thirty-two servants who had been waiting for it and walked out of the mansion.

Zhao Jin's eyes turned red again, and she walked to Pei Chengzhi silently, walking in front with him.

The second, third, and eldest young masters of Pingyang Hou Mansion, who had been missing all this time, followed behind them along with their clan members, and then came many relatives and friends who came to express their condolences.

Zhao Jin originally thought it was just an ordinary funeral ceremony, but she did not expect that the influence of Marquis Pingyang exceeded her expectations.

The people along the street were crying bitterly. They all held the coffin to send each other off. Paper money was flying all over the sky. They could not stop crying and crying in their ears, showing their sorrow.

Marquis Pingyang fought for the country and the people. If he saw this scene, he would not be disloyal to him.

This is a well-deserved hero.
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