New widow

Mrs. Song could not help but whisper: "So, this origin is also false?"

"A daughter who comes from a small official's family in another place. Once her daughter gets married and her father returns to another place, he will never see her again. This is really a good background." Suqiao said lightly, and Mrs. Song thought about it carefully: "No Yes, when we got married, we went there to pick her up, and later someone came to visit, so how could it be fake?"

"What is the most indispensable thing in this capital?" Suqiao's words made Mrs. Song smile: "Of course it's the idle people."

After saying that, Mrs. Song also knew why Su Qiao asked. Mrs. Song's expression suddenly became ugly: "So, they have been planning this for many years."

"I'm afraid they were planning it at the time of Uncle Eleven's father." Song An's children who had died many times and the happy maidservant would be sent out of the Duke's mansion. Suqiao couldn't help but sigh. Could it be that Song An's Didn't you notice at all? I still think that my life is bad and my children will not grow up.

After saying that, Suqiao suddenly laughed: "My uncle once said that he had thought about adopting the concubine's son. If he really adopted him, I'm afraid that the son wouldn't live long."

"What did you find out?" Mrs. Song asked in shock, remembering what Su Qiao had done in the Duke's Mansion during this period.

"There shouldn't be too many in this mansion. As long as there are a few servants willing to listen to Master Shiyi, it will be easy for him to do something." The funniest thing is that the money Master Shiyi used, Song An gave it to him personally. Song An used the money to dig a tomb for himself, so he lived up to Master Eleven's plan.

, Song An's death was so quick.

"People's hearts are really so bad?" Mrs. Song murmured, and Suqiao smiled again: "Aren't you and your wife also planning to get those properties outside Uncle Eleven?"

The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind, but I wonder if Mr. Eleven will bite the bullet and refuse to speak if he knows that all the arrangements have fallen into the hands of others?

Mrs. Song's expression turned pale. After a while, Mrs. Song said: "Well, we don't want to kill anyone. Besides," Mrs. Song's voice became very low, and she killed several people, not only Song. An, and the children in the house who died in infancy, and Mrs. Song bit her lower lip and didn't dare to speak anymore.

When Su Qiao saw Mrs. Song like this, she said to Mrs. Song: "So you see, people are all the same. If they want to get something they can't get, they will have delusions."

As soon as the word "delusion" came out, Mrs. Song stood up and said, "I don't have any delusion."

"Madam, please sit down." Madam Huang, who had not walked out, then said, "Madam, I just want to say that there are some things in this world that you should not force." After speaking, Madam Huang glanced at Su Qiao and continued: "Besides, , Madam also knows that you, eldest madam, marry a chicken and a dog, and you spend all your efforts for the good of your family."

Is this praising yourself or scolding yourself? Mrs. Song's face turned red and white for a while. Suqiao didn't explain. She just picked up the tea and took a sip. A woman came in and said, "Madam, there is news over there in the prison that Mrs. Shiyi wants to see you." , I also want to ask my wife to bring my brother in."

My brother is Mrs. Shiyi’s child, Suqiao smiled.

: "I'll go in tomorrow."

"She, she..." Mrs. Song looked at Su Qiao. She wanted to say something but couldn't. Su Qiao had already smiled: "Send the child over tomorrow morning."

"That child is actually a good child." Mrs. Song whispered. Although she wanted to seek Master Shiyi's property, she kept the child by her side. However, Mrs. Song looked carefully and saw that the child was very polite. He sat quietly in his room every day, went out to eat when it was time to eat, and read a book when he had nothing to do.

A child under ten years old, without a tutor like that, would still act like a living monkey. How could he be as quiet as this child?

"What a pity." Su Qiao only said softly. Mrs. Song also wanted to sigh, but she swallowed it anyway.

When Mr. Song heard that Su Qiao was going to see Mrs. Eleven again, he didn't care at all that he had found Mrs. Eleven's natal family. He couldn't help but snorted in his nose: "I see her, she is just being mysterious."

"What she said makes sense. I'm afraid that this family member is a lie." Mrs. Song had thought a lot on the way back and felt that what Su Qiao said was reasonable. Who knows whether this family member is true or not.

"How can there be people who fall from the sky in this world?" Mr. Song still insisted on his idea. Mrs. Song didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she said to Mr. Song: "Tomorrow I will take the children and my third aunt to go with me." In prison, let’s see if I can give him some advice.”

"Persuasion? What the hell, women in this world have to listen to their men. Now her man is in jail, so she should think about taking all the fault on herself so that she can get her man out." Song The elder muttered, and Mrs. Song

The slap hit Mr. Song on the face.

"You dare to hit your own husband?" Mr. Song was furious. Mrs. Song looked at her hands and was stunned. How could she slap her husband? But Mrs. Song soon said: "I saw a mosquito staring at your face, so I swatted the mosquito."

"It's just March now, where are the mosquitoes?" Mr. Song raised his hand high, and Mrs. Song's eyebrows rose. Mr. Song retracted his hand again: "That's it, that's all, just mosquitoes. "

"You just said that you were going to take out her man, but Uncle Eleven raised a baby outside, and the baby gave birth to a boy. If Aunt Eleven knew about it, why would she want to pick out Uncle Eleven?" Mrs. Song said in an incestuous way. If it were you, and you knew that your husband had raised a child outside, and the child had given birth to a son, how could you let him go out and be happy, while receiving the death penalty yourself?

"It's natural for women to obey men." Mr. Song wanted to slap the table again. This time Mrs. Song didn't swat the mosquitoes. She just sighed. The men in this world are really so speechless.

I just didn’t know what to say when I saw Mrs. Eleven. This question had been lingering in Mrs. Song’s mind. Mrs. Song didn’t even speak as she got into the carriage in the prison.

Suqiao was still leaning there as usual, seeming to listen to the sounds on the street. The child was sitting quietly in the corner. He had a delicate appearance, more like Mrs. Eleven. Those hands looked like they had never done any rough work. He was a child who had been well-educated by his parents.

If Mr. Eleven hadn't planned such a big game and based on his age, Song An would have chosen him if he really wanted to choose his heir. Unfortunately

, such a big situation, when the situation was broken, this child was also implicated.