New widow

"Everything belongs to outsiders and you still have [-]%. Think about it yourself." After saying this, Su Qiao stood up and said, "I'll come back later to ask for a letter."

"Third brother and sister!" Mr. Song stood up hurriedly to pull Su Qiao's sleeves, and then he put his hand down: "This is indeed a good idea, but, it's just..."

"You almost dared to kill someone, why are you so coquettish now?" Su Qiao looked at Mr. Song and said this. Mr. Song couldn't help but sigh: "Third brother and sister, don't say this nonsense. "

After saying that, Mr. Song thought for a moment: "That's all, I'll just follow your idea, it's just that child."

This child is the son of Master Eleven. Master Eleven planned for him and wanted him to become the son of a British prince.

Su Qiao sighed softly: "It's better to send this child away far away, to a family that doesn't know his life experience, to find a pair of parents who are good to him."

Let him get rid of these past and live a good life. Mr. Song frowned: "Just in case..."

Su Qiao knew that Mr. Song had murderous intentions. Su Qiao couldn't help but look at Mr. Song and said with ridicule: "I didn't expect that uncle's decisive killing would be used at this time."

Mr. Song's expression suddenly changed, and then Mr. Song said: "This is also my nephew. I'm just talking, just talking."

Suqiao raised her eyebrows slightly, but she did not try to reveal Mr. Song's true thoughts. Anyway, there was always a way to arrange for the child and let him live a good life. We also want him to never think about those things about the Song family.

Now that Mr. Song has made up his mind, a message will soon arrive

, and asked Suqiao to visit Mrs. Eleven in prison.

The cell where Mrs. Eleven lived was better than others. It was fully equipped with bedding and mattresses. There was also a table in the cell with an oil lamp and tea and snacks.

If it weren't for passing through the dim corridor and hearing the cries of injustice coming from the cells on both sides, it would seem that Mrs. Eleven's life was pretty good.

The yamen officer unlocked the cell door and said respectfully to Su Qiao: "Madam, it's right here. If you have any orders, just call us."

Mrs. Eleven was leaning against the wall, seemingly thinking about something. When she heard the door being opened, Mrs. Eleven looked up and said, "It's you."

Suqiao walked into the cell. Madam Huang had already laid out the contents of the food box. Mrs. Eleven looked at the sumptuous dishes and said to Suqiao: "No way, you are here to give me decapitation meals, right?" ?”

"Your husband did not admit that he committed the crime." Suqiao said lightly. Mrs. Eleven smiled, with pride in her smile: "Yes, my husband has always been very resourceful."

"It's just that he put all the fault on you." Suqiao picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass of wine, pushed it towards Mrs. Eleven, and said calmly. Mrs. Eleven's expression suddenly changed: "Don't try to sow discord between us husband and wife."

"Uncle Eleven raised a baby outside. I think you also know about it." Suqiao's statement was so calm that Mrs. Eleven felt that she had heard wrong. Then Mrs. Eleven jumped up from the bed and came to Suqiao. In front of me: "Say it again."

"Uncle Eleven raised a baby outside." Suqiao repeated, and Mrs. Eleven snapped.

He slapped his hand on the table: "Impossible. Our daughter has already been engaged. My brother is there with my daughter to raise a baby. Why don't I know."

"That concubine is already pregnant, eight months old. I heard that it will be a son." Huang Niangzi, who had been silent until now, also spoke. Mrs. Eleven's expression became ugly and she said to Huang Niangzi: "You are talking nonsense."

"Then you can wait!" Suqiao still said calmly, what are you waiting for? Mrs. Eleven used to be sure of what she was waiting for, but now Mrs. Eleven is no longer sure. Her husband has raised a child outside that she doesn't even know about, and that child has a baby, a son.

Mrs. Eleven waved her hand, and she almost swung down all the things on the table: "You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense."

"Then you can wait, wait for a few months, until Qiu Jue." Su Qiao still said calmly, and Mrs. Eleven stared at her: "Qiu Jue, in this world, women are..."

"Yes, if a woman commits a crime, her husband must be punished first, but you must also know that he is not punished for the same crime. He just made an oversight. When the time comes, a beating and some money will be enough. But he can punish you. The son pushed it out, pushed..."

Before Su Qiao finished her words, Mrs. Eleven hit her with a wind-leak palm. Su Qiao could have turned aside to prevent Mrs. Eleven from hitting her, but Su Qiao did not dodge. She still looked at Mrs. Eleven with pity in her eyes.

"Nonsense, you are talking nonsense. My husband, he has been planning for our son for so many years, how can he give up on our son?" Mrs. Eleven still firmly believed, Su Qiao smiled: "When he was planning, you son

Has the son been born? "

"No!" Mrs. Eleven blurted out. After saying this, Mrs. Eleven stood there stunned. Su Qiao had already laughed. This smile made Mrs. Eleven almost crazy, but Mrs. Eleven still maintained the last trace of reason: "I don't believe it. I don't believe what you said. You are always trying to drive a wedge between our husband and wife."

"Of course, husband and wife are one, and they should not be intimate. I understand these principles." Su Qiao spoke calmly, and then Su Qiao stood up: "But, Aunt Eleven should also think about why Uncle Eleven didn't let your daughter Follow me back to Beijing."

"She is already engaged, and she is from another family." Mrs. Eleven's words made Suqiao smile: "Yes, she is already engaged, and she is from another family. In other words, no matter what you and your husband do, it will not matter. It won't hurt her, so why not let her come back? What will happen to a daughter's family guarding such a large estate? "

"And my brother." Mrs. Eleven was about to be defeated, but she still held on. Suqiao smiled: "Even your biological parents have sold their daughters. An uncle, even if he has watched your daughter since he was a child, Grow up, but if one day..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Mrs. Eleven's tears had already fallen, and Suqiao walked out: "I'm not talking nonsense, it's up to you to think whatever you want, you just have to think clearly, that child is the flesh that fell from your body."

When Mrs. Shiyi heard this, she knelt on the ground dejectedly. The government servant had already come over to lock the door again. Suqiao said calmly: "If your husband wants a son, he can go find someone else to live with, but your children are only yours." A mother."

Mrs. Eleven was already trembling all over

, Suqiao glanced at Mrs. Eleven again. The yamen servant had already locked the door. Mrs. Huang took out a purse and said, "Take it to get some wine."