New widow

"You are still young, there are always some..." Su Qiao was halfway through her words to comfort Song Zhen when Madam Huang walked in: "Madam, people from the clan are here."

"Come when you're here." Suqiao said lightly. Madam Huang hesitated for a moment before saying, "They also brought Master Shiyi's son and said they would bring you an heir."

Suqiao's smile remained unchanged. Madam Huang wanted to say something, but felt that she couldn't. So Suqiao nodded: "I really can't wait."

Can't wait for what? Madam Huang wanted to ask Suqiao, but felt that Suqiao might not tell her. At this time, the crying had come from far away, and then Uncle Song and the others came in surrounded by a child wearing sackcloth and mourning.

When the child saw the spiritual throne, he knelt down and said, "Father, the unfilial son is here."

Su Qiao raised her head and looked at Uncle Song Wu, who had a proud look in his eyes. Suqiao's expression did not change, and she looked at Mr. Song again. Mr. Song's face looked a little disappointed at the moment. As for Mr. Eleven, it could be said that he was extremely proud.

"Congratulations, my third nephew has a son today, and your family can be passed on to the family." Seeing that Su Qiao had not spoken for a long time, Song Wushu said with a smile.

"The clothes are wrong." Su Qiao looked at Madam Huang: "Bring someone to bring you some mourning clothes. These clothes of mourning are not what he should wear." This was what Madam Huang was waiting for, and she stepped forward to catch the child. He picked up his shoulders and lifted him up from the spiritual throne: "Please come down with me and change clothes."

"Kuang!" Uncle Song shouted and walked up to Suqiao: "What are you doing? Don't you want to recognize the heir of the clan?"

"I have never established an heir, or I have chosen one from the nearest branch.

, either you have to choose from among the virtuous, or there is someone you like. "Su Qiao still said the same thing, and Uncle Song Wu was so angry that his beard was shaking: "The nomination by the clan members is naturally from the nearest branch, and you cannot tolerate any objections. "

"Ordinarily, I should accept the one recommended by the clan members." Suqiao was still so calm, but Master Shiyi thought of something and took a step back. As expected, he heard Suqiao say calmly: "But this child, his father, If you kill the Duke of the country, you will naturally not be able to stand."

This sentence was like a stone thrown into the water. Everyone felt like they were splashed all over by the water, and they didn't know what to say for a moment. Song Zhen looked at Su Qiao almost in horror, not believing that Su Qiao would say this.

"A slander!" Mr. Eleven squeezed out these words from between his teeth. Su Qiao was already looking at him: "Whether it is a slander or not, Uncle Eleven knows better than me."

"A woman like you should be kicked out." Uncle Song almost poked Su Qiao's eyes with his fingers. Su Qiao still looked at Uncle Song: "It's not me who should be kicked out."

"Evidence!" Mr. Song was calmer and already said loudly. Suqiao looked at Mr. Song: "The evidence was presented to you in the Yamen that day."

"Those are just a few account books, so there is no evidence." After Mr. Song said this, he felt something was wrong and saw Su Qiao looking at him with a mocking smile on her lips. Mr. Song couldn't help but take a step back: "Those accounting gentlemen?"

Master Shiyi's hands have been clenched into fists. All the accounting gentlemen have is current accounts. Even if others can see the clues to these current accounts, they can't tell the difference.

Just to see how much money you have swallowed.

So Master Eleven let out a long sigh, which really made everyone look at him, and then Master Eleven said sadly: "I know that Third Sister-in-law is very dissatisfied with me because of money matters, but I never expected that Third Sister-in-law He would put such a big crime of murdering the third brother on me. As for those accounting gentlemen..."

"Master Eleven, now it's time to ask you to go to the Criminal Department." Su Du's voice suddenly sounded, and Master Eleven pretended to be surprised: "Master Su, I think it's the third sister-in-law..."

"I'm ordered to investigate the case, so naturally I don't dare to slack off." Zhang Qing had already interrupted Master Eleven, but Master Eleven was still struggling: "I know that you two must be very diligent, but I have been outside for so many years, and you can't I’ve heard some rumors.”

"Why, right now, you keep saying that we are engaging in malpractice for personal gain in handling the case?" Zhang Qing stared at Mr. Eleven and said this.

Master Eleven still looked humble: "I don't dare. I just feel that an innocent person has been wronged like this. For the sake of my family, I naturally have to make a distinction."

Uncle Song Wu also nodded when Mr. Eleven said this: "This is reasonable. Your Criminal Department does not handle cases in such a haphazard way. You also have to..."

Before Uncle Song Wu finished his words, he saw Zhang Qing take out a document: "This is the document approved by Lord Shangshu personally. Master Eleven, please!"

At this point, Master Eleven knew that he had to go there anyway, so Master Eleven said to Master Song: "Brother, please go and tell your sister-in-law that these days,

Your brother and sister must be anxious, please help me to accompany you and give me some advice. "

"It's natural. Alas, why did things get to this point? Could it be that, could it be that..." Mr. Song was talking to himself, not knowing what to believe.

Master Eleven then straightened his clothes and followed Su Du and the others out. Uncle Song Wu was already furious: "Ms. Kuang, I want to open an ancestral hall and put you out."

"Whatever." Su Qiao still wasn't worried at all. This sentence almost made Uncle Song pout: "You, you, you misbehaving woman, you turned our Song family into a joke, you, you, you... …”

Before Uncle Song Wu finished speaking, he saw Madam Huang leading the child in. The child had already changed out of his mourning clothes and only wore a piece of white cloth in his hair as a token of mourning. This is the lowest level of filial piety. Uncle Song's hands trembled: "You, you are so vicious."

"This is the filial piety he should wear." Suqiao was still so calm. Mr. Song had already said to Suqiao: "Third brother and sister, you and I are all members of the same family. Aren't you afraid of doing this?"

"What am I afraid of?" Su Qiao felt that what Mr. Song said was really ridiculous. There was nothing to be afraid of. She was a childless widow who was helpless in the eyes of everyone. It was precisely because of being helpless that sometimes she could Do whatever you want.

"You're not afraid, you're not afraid," Mr. Song racked his brains to ask what Su Qiao was afraid of, but he was frustrated to find that Su Qiao was indeed not afraid of anything.

"I know what you are thinking. The funeral will be held in two days. Again, I want a three-month-old child." After Su Qiao said this, she said to the child

Zi whispered: "Go home and find your mother."

If a person is not afraid of anything, then what else can he control? Nothing can control it.