New widow

This is a rule, but how can there be such a rule in this world? The person who gave birth to and raised him cannot be called mother by himself. People he has never met before are his aunt and uncle, and even his maternal grandparents will be ranked behind these people.

When Suqiao looked up at Mrs. Zhang, she had already discovered that Mrs. Zhang and Song Zhen had similar looks, and the way Mrs. Zhang looked at Song Zhen was different from others. Not curiosity, not scrutiny, but love.

It is the kindness that grandparents look to their grandchildren, and there is also some regret. So Suqiao didn't say anything, she just watched Mrs. Zhang pouring a cup of tea for Song Zhen with her trembling hands, and looked at Sister-in-law Wang's smooth game full of loopholes.

At this time, Suqiao could only hold Song Zhen's hand and pat her back gently. Song Zhen choked up and said, "How can there be such rules in this world?"

Suqiao also wanted to ask this question, how could there be such a rule in this world that prevented relatives from becoming relatives and allowed strangers to become relatives. Regardless of whether they resented each other, whether they had any hatred?

"You don't like these rules." Su Qiao's voice was calm. Song Zhen nodded: "I don't like it. I miss my mother."

In such a peaceful life, when she heard something lively on the street, she would rush out to watch, and then my mother would slap herself in the face and stuff her with a handful of melon seeds. Climbing on the wall and listening to the neighbor's sister talking about her worries, such days disappeared after entering the Duke's Mansion.

Suqiao wanted to say that she didn't like it either. When would she get rid of such rules? After all, it is more difficult to leave the Duke's Mansion.

"I'm scared too

, becoming less like myself. "Song Zhen raised her head and said seriously to Su Qiao, couples in the market will be noisy, the husband will steal money and gamble, and the wife will pick up a broom and beat the man who can't make money. It's a lively family. And here. In the house, after you get married, you have to take your husband's joys and sorrows as your joys and sorrows. There is no shortage of money, but it is very boring.

Suqiao patted her hand: "I don't know how to persuade you."

"But I know that you won't scold me when you hear these words from me." Song Zhen said and smiled sheepishly. Su Qiao would not scold Song Zhen, scold her for not knowing how to enjoy, scold her for not understanding, in such a life , how many people want it but can’t get it. Su Qiao will not do any of these.

To get glory and wealth, you always have to pay something else. Su Qiao looked at Song Zhen's face, then what did she pay for? It's because of her reputation that she doesn't care about it. Su Qiao knows a hundred ways to get people to obey her, but Su Qiao is not willing at all. This Duke's Mansion was magnificent, and countless people used it to shelter them, but it was the place Su Qiao wanted to escape from.

How can we escape from the Duke's Mansion in a way that is acceptable to others?

Su Qiao looked at Song Zhen and said softly: "If I leave, will you come with me?"

Song Zhen's eyes widened, and then Song Zhen asked doubtfully: "Leave?"

"Yes, leave, leave here, I don't like here, I don't like the glory and wealth, and I don't like these rules." Su Qiao's tone was very light, and Song Zhen smiled: "What a coincidence, I don't like it either."

The housekeepers in the house felt sad about the life in the city, but this life was what Song Zhen and Suqiao yearned for. Neither of them could get their father.

The favored official daughter, the other is the concubine of the Duke's palace who lives with her biological mother.

Those glory, wealth and honor are like illusions to them. Since they are illusions, why do they have to fight so hard?

"I want a small yard, and a woman who works as a roughneck. Plant a loquat tree in the yard. When the loquats are ripe, I will pick them and eat them." Su Qiao said with yearning.

"In winter, I would light a fire in the house and bake food inside while watching the snow fall. I really like to eat the oranges baked at that time." Song Zhen couldn't help but smile and said, on days like that, It's the day. Instead of having servants following you every day to see if your words are in line with the rules.

"Strange, how can someone like glory and wealth so much?" Suqiao asked Song Zhen, and Song Zhen frowned: "Maybe because, maybe because..."

Song Zhen didn't say why. Maybe it was because she had never had it, so she longed for it, to make slaves and maids, wear gold and silver. There are people chasing after you when you come in and out, but this kind of day is boring.

"We have to think of a way." Su Qiao's eyes flashed brightly. She had to think of a way to leave safely without angering her father. Although her father no longer regarded her as his daughter, this matter still mattered. Don't make him angry. If you make him angry, you won't be able to escape.

Father can use various reasons to lock himself up, and the Song family is the same. They will also lock up Song Zhen instead of allowing Song Zhen to be outside.

Suqiao thought of the greed in Mr. Song's words when he mentioned Mr. Eleven's daughter who was outside. Suqiao couldn't help but sigh. Mr. Song thought

It is false to want that child to return to the Song family, but it is true to want to engulf Master Shiyi's property. That property was enough to make Mr. Song tempted, and it was also a way out for Mr. Eleven.

"I want to go to jail." Su Qiao's words made Song Zhen look up at her, wondering why Su Qiao suddenly said she wanted to go to jail?

"I want to visit your Aunt Eleven." With these words, Song Zhen became even more confused as to why she wanted to visit Mrs. Eleven.

"Perhaps, this is an opportunity for us to leave the Duke's Mansion." Su Qiao is accustomed to act first and speak later. Naturally, she will not tell Song Zhen everything. After all, Song Zhen is still young, only a 15-year-old girl. .

Song Zhen nodded in understanding. Suqiao looked at Song Zhen and couldn't help but hold her gently in her arms. Being able to have a mother-daughter bond with Song Zhen was the best thing about marrying into the Song family.

A child's laughter came from outside the door, and then Aunt Su walked in with the child in her arms. Ever since Aunt Zhou went to the nunnery, Aunt Su's life was much better than before. Now she was smiling all over her face: "Brother Cai smiled just now. , I just thought that I would like to show it to you, Madam."

Suqiao didn't have any dislike for this child, but she didn't like him much either. After all, the Song family sent this child in for the sake of the title, and Suqiao chose this child to compete with the Song family.

Seeing Aunt Su smiling, Su Qiao reached out to take the child and said to Aunt Su, "You raised the child well."

"Madam, what are you talking about? This child belongs to you, madam. As for me, I just saw how busy you are during this period, so I thought of sharing my worries." Aunt Su's mouth was really clever. Song Zhen already frowned: "Why is this child,

Obviously not..."