New widow

Zhang Qing could see clearly from the side, and his impression of Master Eleven became worse and worse, but Zhang Qing didn't say anything and just followed Su Du away.

Zhang Qing Sudu left, and Su Qiao smiled at Mr. Song: "I have been talking for a long time, but no one has come to bring tea, so let's have a cup of tea. After all, we are all our own people. In the future, I will have to rely on the clan. Everyone is here to help."

Suqiao took the initiative to give in, and Master Song was of course willing to nod. The maids brought tea, and Suqiao invited them to sit down and talk about some common things.

Su Du and Zhang Qing returned to the yard where they were guarding the maid. They saw the door of the house wide open, and two women, one inside and one outside, talking to the maid. Seeing Su Du walking in, the woman outside the door hurriedly came forward with a smile: "Sir, you are here again."

"Let me ask the maid a few more words." Su Du walked into the house. The maid was still lying on the ground, looking very pale.

"Master Shiyi is back." Su Du said lightly, and the maid's expression suddenly changed, but she quickly calmed down.

"What are you talking about to this bitch? Master Eleven is out all the time." The old lady held a handful of melon seeds in her hand. While speaking, she wanted to hand the melon seeds to Zhang Qing and ask him to knock them, but Zhang Qing didn't. He reached out and took it. The mother-in-law could only retract her hand in frustration and kowtow to herself.

"Yes, Master Shiyi is away all year round, so if you want to do something, others will not suspect him." Su Du's tone became very gentle, and the maid's fingers tightened slightly, and then the maid said to Su Du: " I don’t understand what you are saying, sir. I only know that my aunt hates the Duke and talks about her stomach.

The child here is just a concubine. Even if he inherits the Duke's mansion in the future, he will not be as loud as a direct descendant. "

What this maid said can be described as half truth and half lie. It is true that some families will pick concubines, but for the Duke of Guo, as long as they can give birth to a child and grow up, it doesn't matter whether it is a concubine or a concubine. After all, the Duke's Palace lacks children, and it is not as good as those families with more children. Children should be divided into different categories in addition to their age.

"Bah, you bad maid, what are you talking about? You know, the Duke is just a commoner." The mother-in-law said disdainfully, but the maid still stared at Su Du: "It's okay if Mr. Su doesn't believe it. But the Duke of the country will be here today." While you were talking, I was waiting on you."

"You are my aunt's maid, and you should serve me when the Duke comes." Su Du had been dealing with these maids and servants since he was a child, and he could see what was going on in their hearts. The maid's eyes clearly showed unwillingness, maybe in In the process of serving Aunt Su, I suffered some anger and accumulated resentment.

The maid's lips opened again, but this time, the maid said nothing. Zhang Qing had been leaning on the door frame watching all this, and even asked his mother-in-law to crack the melon seeds.

When Su Du stood up, Zhang Qing straightened up and said to the maid: "Can you hide it from me in the future? You can't hide these things."

The maid clenched her hands tightly into fists and suddenly said loudly: "This is not what I want, aunt, please let me go, aunt, please let me go."

It seems that this maid would rather die than recruit the people behind her. Su Du frowned and said to his mother-in-law: "Keep an eye on her, don't let her..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the maid getting up from the ground and moving towards the mother-in-law.

The mother-in-law was frightened by this and naturally avoided it. Su Du stood beside the mother-in-law and could only look at her. Unexpectedly, the maid turned around halfway and bumped her head against the window lattice.

In recent years, it has become popular in the capital to carve flowers all over the window lattice. What the maid was interested in was a protruding part of the carving, which happened to be a sharp corner. So the maid directly faced the sharp corner, and blood came out.

Su Du didn't expect that this maid could reach this point and kill herself in front of him and Zhang Qing. Zhang Qing had already thrown away the melon seeds in his hand, picked up the maid, reached out to touch her neck, and shook his head at Su Du. The beating in the neck was already very weak, and the blood was flowing like a torrent. Even the Daluo God couldn't save him.

"Why bother." Su Du could only say these three words, and the maid forced a smile: "I have such a humble life, I only want the next life."

After saying this, the maid's hand dropped, and the ladies were panicked. When they saw the maid's hand hanging down, one of the ladies cried out: "My lord, my lord, you can't blame us for this."

"Of course I won't blame you." Su Du only said this, and then ordered his mother-in-law to go and report Su Qiao. When the mother-in-law arrived at the mourning hall, Suqiao was sending Master Song and Master Eleven out. When she heard that the maid had committed suicide, Suqiao looked at her mother-in-law in shock.

"I think she did this because she knew she was guilty. After all, it's not unusual for her to be chopped up for such a thing." Mr. Song only said this. Mr. Eleven was standing next to him, looking as usual.

Su Qiao didn't care to look at the expressions of Mr. Eleven and Mr. Song at this moment. She asked Madam Huang to send them out and ran towards the yard.

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The ladies have already cleaned up the house, and the maid's face has been washed, and it is no longer the same as before. Su Du and Zhang Qing did not leave. Seeing Su Qiao and others walking in a hurry, Su Du wanted to say a few words to Su Qiao, but nothing he said felt strange.

Suqiao didn't care much, just nodded and walked into the house.

When the mother-in-law saw Su Qiao, she knelt down to Su Qiao and said, "Madam, you can't blame us for this."

"I really can't blame them, maybe I should be blamed." Su Du recalled what he had just said. She probably came up with this idea after the maid heard that Master Shiyi was back. What did Master Eleven do to make this maid decide to die rather than tell Master Eleven?

"It's time for Aunt Su to take good care of her baby." Su Qiao said this without thinking, but Su Du already understood that the death of the maid had actually cleared Aunt Su's suspicion. However, Su Qiao could let him go, but Su Du could think that the Song family members who were waiting there with eager eyes would not let him go.

This Duke's mansion is like a piece of fat meat, and everyone in the Song family wants to take a bite of it.

"After so many years in the house, I think I have been very good to those tribesmen. In fact, it is better to let them study more or go out to do some business." Su Du was inspired by this. Nanyang Marquis Mansion also has so many dependents. The clan members are not engaged in production, but only want to find a job in the Marquis Mansion, so that they can rely on the Nanyang Marquis Mansion to dominate and prosper.

Su Qiao didn't say anything. Seeing that Su Qiao wouldn't punish them, the mother-in-law became much more relaxed. She interrupted and said, "Whoever wants to go to school or do business will have to suffer if money falls from the sky. All ethnic studies are done. How many days does no one study well?

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