Chapter 1866 Extra Lin Qing

As a veteran of the three dynasties and an ancestor of the Song family, Song Zhiyuan was also given the honor of the Taimiao after his death. Therefore, the funeral was held extremely grandly, and people came to pay tribute to mourning for a constant stream. The spirits were stopped for six days, and the number of people who came to pay tribute to the mourning was increased unabated.

In fact, this is still acceptable. Wen Yuangong passed away at the age of 88 immortals. There are so many students in this life, and it is not an exaggeration to have all the students all over the world. If everyone really wants to come to pay their respects, I am afraid that if I stop working for a month, I will not be missing.

But Duke Wen Yuan had already given instructions before his death. After his death, the funeral was not too luxurious, and he was not allowed to stay for too long, so as not to mobilize the labor service and hurt people and the spirits.

Therefore, after the first seventh period, there will be a spiritual funeral, and there will be no need to come here in vain.

On the sixth day, a low-key and simple carriage was parked in front of the Song Grand Master's Mansion. Someone got off the car first, two strong servants, and then helped one out of the inside.

This is an old woman with silver hair, with gentle eyes and kind eyes, and a plain dress. She only used two sandalwood hairpins to block the silver hairpin.

She looked up at the plaque of the Taishi Mansion and sighed softly, with nostalgia in her eyes, and a little lost.

When the guest is coming, if he is not an important person, the master will not welcome him, even if he comes to welcome him, he will not exchange greetings in the interim. He will only kneel down and sing to thank him.

The servant who was receiving the doorman was stunned when he saw the old woman, then thought of something and immediately ran in and reported.

It was Mrs. Miaoren who came to pay her condolences.

Mrs. Miaoren, whose surname is Lin and his name is Qing, never married. She devoted her whole life to practicing medicine and saving people. She has excellent medical skills. Even at the age of 60, she still works as a military doctor in the military camp, or participates in saving people when there is a war, or teaches some young women the basic skills of bandaging and first aid on weekdays.

The emergency medical team she formed can quickly carry the injured soldiers back during wars and rescue them as much as possible, greatly reducing the mortality rate of soldiers' deaths.

Lin Qing, who was from forty to over sixty years old, from northwest to northeast, has been traveling through several military camps for decades, leaving behind a medical team in each of them, stolen several lives from the hands of the god of death.

In addition, when she is idle, she will also preside over the free medical consultations among the people to save lives and heal the wounded.

In the eyes of many military generals and even ordinary soldiers, Lin Qing is like a Bodhisattva who saves suffering. She practices medicine as a woman to save people and makes many contributions to Daqing, which makes people extremely admire and respect.

It is precisely because of this that at 66 o'clock, she finally returned to Shangjing because she was old and unable to do anything. She was specially awarded the title of Lady Miaoren by Emperor Zhaokang, and was rewarded with tens of taels of gold and hundreds of hectares of fertile land.

Lin Qing, who was named Mrs. Miaoren, spent all the money on Song Ciyi School and opened a medical discipline. While serving as a teacher, she also hired several doctors, or famous doctors who came to teach orphans with talent for medical education to practice medicine and educate people.

In addition to saving lives and healing the wounded, Mrs. Miaoren felt that the prescriptions were scattered and numerous during her decades of medical practice, so she gained a lot of classics. Based on the medical examples she had seen in her life as a doctor, and combined her own practical experience, she compiled a set of medical books, which was "Lin Qing Miscellaneous Diseases", which surprised many doctors, saying that she truly achieved the medical spirit of doctors' wonderful hands, benevolence and selfless dedication.

Therefore, Mrs. Miaoren has a great reputation and is well-known and respected.

"Madam, be careful at your feet." The strong servant mixed Lin Qing and whispered to remind him.

Lin Qing entered the mansion and handed over her name. Many people who came to pay their respects nodded slightly to her.

Like Song Lingyu, the miracle doctor, Mrs. Miaoren is also a guest of honor for many female relatives in the capital. She was also the female doctor who was favored by the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager now. After all, some women are sick, and women have more communication barriers than men.

Lin Qing looked at the white banners floating in the house and the white lanterns hanging on the roof, and sighed. Soon, when she saw a familiar middle-aged man, she smiled slightly.

Song Lingyu came to Lin Qing in three steps, took over the work of the servant, and personally supported her: "Uncle Master, you are here too."

"Your father is here, and I should come and see him off for the last journey." Lin Qing patted his hands and said, "You are mourning and following the changes."

"Um."

Lin Qing was slow and asked, "How peaceful did your father go?"

Song Lingyu immediately said, "Don't worry, he smiled when he left, and I was in front of him. He had no regrets and was extremely peaceful."

"That's good. Now the Song family is full of branches and leaves, and the whole family is rich. He really has no regrets. It's a joyful and joyful year by year. Don't be too sad."

Song Lingyu nodded.

The two walked and talked, and only arrived at the mourning hall a quarter of an hour later. As the eldest son and great-grandfather, Song Lingsu led his men to stand at the door of the mourning hall and thanked Lin Qing.

Lin Qing served Song Ci when she was young and lived in the Song family for ten years. To the Song family, she was like another elder, and was respected.

The old man who served his grandmother back then, Madam Gong had already left, and so were the rest. Lin Qing was still alive, but she was also an old man who was in a hurry. She lived one day, so she also made the Song family respect and care.

After all, the elders are confused and confused.

"During the funeral, there is no need to perform these false tributes. I will go see the old tutor and give it a scent." Lin Qing waved his hand.

It was said that it was a look, but in fact it had already been buried, but I took a look at the coffin and put it on the incense.

Song Lingsu led her into the mourning hall, took the incense and lit it and handed it to her.

Lin Qing did not help her servant, and she whispered three times while twisting the incense, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then walked around the golden nanmu coffin three times and said goodbye in a low voice. After these circles, her eyes were filled with tears.

Song Lingyu stepped forward and helped her and said, "Don't be too sad, pay attention to your health."

"Yeah." Lin Qing said: "I won't go to the flower hall to sit. Please accompany me to Chunhui Hall for a walk."

Song Lingyu responded and walked towards Chunhui Hall with her.

Chunhui Hall welcomes an old man again.

Lin Qing looked at the still lush flowers and plants, and the more ancient tables and chairs, and sighed softly: "It's really a waste of time, and things have changed. Your grandmother, your palace madam, your father, the empress dowager, and many others have all left, and I can't stay for long."

Song Lingyu choked up and said, "Don't say these disgusting words, eat well and drink well, and enjoy your old age."

"I'm old too." Lin Qing smiled at him and said, "If I leave, you will treat me like Madam Gong, bury me near her, and be closer to your grandmother."

Song Lingyu was stunned for a moment: "I thought you would want to be closer to the old monk."

Lin Qing shook his head: "He was a great monk. After he passed away, he would only convert to the Buddha and live in the temple forever. I will not disturb him anymore, so he will not be able to recite scriptures every day."

Song Lingyu laughed.

"So it's better to stay with your nanny. If you have the fate, you might be able to meet again in the next life." Lin Qing looked at the courtyard, looked at the fallen leaves floating on the roof of the tiles, and said, "I don't know if your nanny has met your grandmother."

Song Lingyu was silent, yes, I don’t know if he had met him.

"You don't have to be here with me. I'll sit here for a while and go and do your business." Lin Qing said with a smile.

Song Lingyu nodded, summoned the servants and gave her some refreshments. Seeing her sitting under the walls of the corridor, her lips moving slightly, I don’t know if she was talking to herself or someone to remember the past.

This thin figure is quite lonely.

Song Lingyu lowered his eyes and returned to the mourning hall with a dull feeling.

He is not God, and he cannot keep the people he wants to keep.

Song Lingyu did not expect that just half a year later, he sent the old man away. After Lin Qing was buried, he sat by the grave for a long time.

The elders have all left, and I don’t know if they can reunite in another world. If they can, they will remember the past and whether they can meet them again when they leave themselves in the future.

"Look, I'm so lonely that I feel sorry for my grandmother." Song Ci glared at him: "Why should I let me see these?"

Jingyi: "I asked you to leave, you insist on waiting. Wait a little longer. Okay, take your eldest son away, and you said you want to wait Lin Qing. I think you want to take your baby grandson away in advance."

Song Ci: "!"

Is this silly Taoist priest venting his dissatisfaction?

Otherwise, why did he say such a long sentence when he was bald?

Also, what she took away? She is not black and white impermanence.

Not to mention, if she took her away, why would the souls of the two not be by your side?

so……

"I don't accept it!" Song Ci glared: "You said I took it away, but you summoned the souls of the two of you for me."

While protesting, she poked Jingyi's chest: "It's not that you can't do it enough, you're wronged me."

Jingyi grabbed her finger: "Talk and don't touch her hands."

What if I move, but Taoist priest's chest muscles seem to be very good.

Jingyi had a headache. Why did he follow this guy and mess around? Did he owe her what he owed?

"Song Zhiyuan was a veteran of the three dynasties. He worked hard for the country and the people. After his death, he would have his own glory and good places to go. Lin Qing was also the one who saved lives and was rewarded with great merit. If you really came to you, they would have to wait for their reincarnation in the next life, and they might not be able to go to a good place." Jingyi explained: "So don't think about saying anything to them for a long time."

"Aren't I joking with you? You take it seriously." Song Ci looked at him carefully and asked, "Then I am so old, where will I vote?"

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Song Ci raised his finger and said, "Don't you say that, I'll poke you."

Jing Yi immediately said, "When he was born, there would be a small red mole on his palm."

Song Ci almost rolled his eyes. If this happens, many people will probably have it, it is not mysterious at all.

Jing Yisheng was afraid that she would continue to do it, so he pinched her fingers and said with a heavy expression: "It's time to leave. If you don't leave, you really can't go back. If you leave your soul for too long, it will be damaged."

Song Ci opened her mouth, forgot.

She floated to Song Lingyu and touched his head: "Don't be sad, we'll see you later."

Song Lingyu was already half drunk, and there seemed to be someone waving in front of him. He couldn't help but murmur: "Grandma."
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