New widow

While talking, Xi'er had already lifted the curtain, and Suqiao walked in and saw Song Zhen lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with the quilt in her arms.

Seeing Song Zhen's frown, Su Qiao couldn't help but reach out to smooth her brows. Song Zhen had opened her eyes and looked at her.

"Did I wake you up?" Su Qiao's voice was gentle. Song Zhen shook her head: "I just didn't sleep well enough. Mother, since they can use tricks to kill the child in Aunt Su's belly, what about us? Will they? , and also take our lives?”

Suqiao's heart skipped a beat, never expecting that Song Zhen would directly ask such a question. Will it kill him? If Song Zhen hadn't asked, Su Qiao would never have thought of this.

can you? Or not? Su Qiao asked herself in her heart, but looking into Song Zhen's eyes, Su Qiao could only reach out and gently tap Song Zhen's forehead: "You don't have to think about these things yourself."

"That child, whether he is a boy or a girl, is of his father's blood." Song Zhen said seriously, unable to sleep anymore.

A smile appeared on Suqiao's lips, and Song Zhen continued: "It is human nature for them to fight for the birth, but how can they do this to a child who has not yet been born."

Although Song Zhen knew that people's hearts were sinister, she was still full of kindness, which is why she asked such a question. Su Qiao patted her gently and said, "Don't think about these things."

"I can't help but think about it." Song Zhen said very calmly. They can attack a fetus in the belly, so they will naturally have no scruples. Su Qiao and Song Zhen have not hindered their affairs. If it does, then they will naturally have no scruples. Get rid of Song Zhen and Su Qiao.

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Madam, Madam Huang is here. " Xi'er's voice sounded, and then Madam Huang walked in. When she saw Song Zhen here, a trace of surprise flashed across Madam Huang's face, but Madam Huang quickly said to Su Qiao: "Madam, the eldest master is sending someone over there. Come to think of it, since the child in Aunt Su's belly is gone, tomorrow, we should invite people from the clan to jointly establish an heir for the Duke of the country. "

Su Qiao couldn't help but sneer, but Song Zhen already snorted, and then Song Zhen sighed: "That's true."

"Girl, you don't need to take these things to heart." Madam Huang comforted Song Zhen, but Song Zhen smiled: "Madam Huang, you don't have to treat me like a child. I have seen some people in the market. For the sake of money, there are many tricks.”

"Tomorrow we are going to have an heir, so let the girl follow." Su Qiao's mind changed and she opened her mouth to give this instruction. Madam Huang was stunned for a moment, but soon she was.

"We should also take a closer look at what kind of people are in this clan." Once Su Qiao made up her mind, even her voice was cold. At this moment, it was as if a veil covering it had finally been lifted. Behind those tender feelings, perhaps hidden was a knife that could kill.

Song Zhen looked at Su Qiao. At this time, Song Zhen was once again sure that the only one who could protect her in this mansion was Su Qiao. The rest of the people have their own thoughts.

Maybe Huang Niangzi can still be regarded as half of it, but Huang Niangzi's status is that she is a servant after all. As a servant, there are many things that are difficult to talk about.

That night, I don’t know how many people in the Song family stayed awake all night. Some were very excited, while others were thinking about it.

Finally, always take care of yourself.

No matter what kind of thoughts she had, she always stayed up until dawn that night. When Su Qiao got up, Xi'er lifted the curtain and wanted to serve her, but she screamed in surprise.

Suqiao knew that she must be very ugly right now, her eyelids were swollen and she didn't even look like a human being. But Suqiao said to Xi'er: "There's nothing to shout about. Please help me wash up quickly."

"I still remember when I first met my wife. She had just put on her wedding dress and made up her makeup. She was really like a fairy." Xi'er calmed down and spoke flatteringly.

Of course Suqiao knew what her appearance was like, it was a face that could enchant people. Even her uncle and auntie's attitudes towards her changed when they saw that she was getting better and better.

It's a pity that this change didn't take long before the uncle and aunt returned to their original attitude. After going to Beijing this time, Su Qiao realized the reason. The uncle wrote a letter to his father, saying that he was born with outstanding looks, which meant that he could get into a good marriage.

Unexpectedly, my father wrote a letter back, saying that he would marry a virtuous wife. In such a family, her outstanding appearance was considered very ostentatious, which made the uncle lose his heart.

When his father said these words to Suqiao, Suqiao naturally knew that women from official families should not be proud of their appearance. But two days later, Suqiao heard Mrs. Li praising her half-sister for having a wonderful birth. He also said that although he wanted to marry a wife with virtue, no one wanted to marry a concubine and go home.

But her father was catering to her. At that time, Suqiao knew that her father did not have any good impression of her. If Song An hadn't lost his wife, his father would have thought of getting married.

Then I am in a nunnery right now.

Therefore, Suqiao didn't say anything to Xi'er, but said calmly: "Those things have passed."

"Madam, the eldest master is already waiting in front." The mother-in-law's voice sounded outside. Su Qiao reached out to straighten her hair. During the filial piety period, there is no other jewelry except a silver hairpin, and the silver hairpin is just to ensure that the hair is not too messy.

"Let's go." Su Qiao stood up, and Song Zhen also came over. The two of them led people out of the house. Seeing the sunshine outside, Song Zhen couldn't help but whisper softly: "From the time I returned to the capital to now, I always It feels like we are constantly dealing with people. I don’t even know what this mansion looks like.”

Every day he spent time in the mourning hall and his own room. Occasionally, he would be introduced to people whom Song Zhen could never meet in the market, and listen to their insincere polite words.

Is this kind of day a place of glory and wealth, a good day that everyone longs for? Song Zhen didn't think so. Maybe the days when she had her mother by her side and had no shortage of food and clothing were the real good days.

When Su Qiao heard Song Zhen's words, she also smiled faintly. This mansion was so magnificent and desirable, but no one knew how much filth was hidden inside it, Su Qiao thought.

A group of people walked to the front. This time, Mr. Song did not wait in the mourning hall. After all, when choosing an heir, quarrels would inevitably occur. It would be unpalatable to have a dispute in front of the funeral. Instead, he chose Song An's former study.

Song An is a person who enjoys life very much. The study is in a separate courtyard. The courtyard is full of precious flowers, which bloom all year round. The three study rooms above are fully furnished.

The servants who served Song An lived in the side rooms on both sides. The room at the back is where Song An sets up his a cappella troupe.