New widow

"Mammy should live in this house. With you, you are like the magic needle that fixes the sea." Mrs. Song Wu's words made Mammy Chen smile: "This is Mrs. Wu admiring me. I know what I am and what my status is." , I dare to make Dinghai Shenzhen wherever I go. But please don’t think that the fifth wife thinks that I talk too much. This family can only thrive if people are united."

"What you always say is serious. How dare we blame you for talking too much." Suqiao said with a smile, and Aunt Chen also smiled: "I will go back early tomorrow morning. Madam, you are also busy in this house, so you don't have to Go see me off."

Don't keep talking about this for a while. By the time you finish saying it, it's already dark, and Mrs. Huang walks out of the house with Grandma Chen.

Grandma Chen didn't say anything, but Madam Huang couldn't help but ask: "Mammy, didn't you say you wanted to ask about Aunt Su?"

"As soon as I saw Madam's expression, I knew that this matter was most likely arranged by her, so I didn't need to ask any more questions." Grandma Chen's words made Madam Huang frown: "How come it was arranged by Madam?"

"Although Madam is young, she is very calm in what I do. How could such a calm person let rumors spread? It was probably her arrangement." Nanny Chen said firmly, and Madam Huang nodded slightly. Since it was arranged by Suqiao, what was the purpose of Suqiao arranging this, to lure the snake out of its hole?

And who is the snake that was led out?

Rumors about Aunt Su being the real culprit spread widely, and Master Eleven naturally knew about it. When he learned the news, he couldn't help but say good things.

"It's a matter of peace of mind." Mr. Song was also very happy and said to Mr. Eleven overjoyedly.

. Master Eleven smiled at Master Song: "Then I'll congratulate my nephew first."

"I haven't even written my horoscope yet." Although Master Song spoke modestly, the smile on his face revealed his true thoughts. Mr. Eleven also smiled. The mantis was catching the cicada and the oriole was behind. Mr. Song, let’s be a mantis first.

Mr. Eleven and Mr. Song were each thinking about what was on their minds. They looked at each other and smiled, feeling that their plans would be realized soon.

Master Eleven walked out of the study and returned to his yard. There was already a person waiting there. When he saw Master Eleven coming in, the man stepped forward and saluted.

"Thank you for your hard work. Go and pay ten taels of silver and leave the capital and go back to the shop." Master Eleven ordered. The man responded, so he saluted Master Eleven and followed the housekeeper out.

Master Eleven is very satisfied at the moment. Everything has been arranged now. As long as Suqiao drives Mr. Chu San's nephew out of the Song Mansion, there will be no more obstacles.

Master Eleven thought about it and asked the housekeeper: "What is the situation in the mansion right now?"

"Aunt Zhou is sealed in the courtyard." The steward's words made Master Eleven smile: "It's too late to seal her in the courtyard now."

"Master, will it delay our affairs?" the steward asked cautiously, and Master Eleven waved his hand: "It can't be delayed. Anyway, this chess piece has no effect."

The butler smiled: "Congratulations, sir."

Master Eleven waved his hand, and the housekeeper stepped back. The smile on Master Eleven's face was full of satisfaction. This Duke's title, which everyone wanted, would become his own within three months. This does not disappoint his own planning.

The rumors spread more and more

It was getting worse and worse, but Su Qiao still acted as if nothing had happened. She came to burn incense in front of the soul every day. Wu Qi had already done it, and Liu Qi was about to come. She just waited for Qi Qi to be done before the funeral. Madam Huang has already sent the guest list for the day of the funeral, as well as various things to prepare.

Seeing Su Qiao looking at the list and the accounts, Song Zhen couldn't help but whisper: "There's something I've always wanted to ask you."

"Are you going to ask about Aunt Su, or about the Chu family?" Su Qiao didn't even raise her head, she just said this, Song Zhen seemed to be gathering courage, and after a while she said: "I I want to ask all."

"As for Aunt Su, don't worry. I won't accuse her unjustly, and similarly, officials from the Ministry of Justice will not accuse her unjustly." This answer did not satisfy Song Zhen. Song Zhen's eyebrows were still so wrinkled, Su Qiao shook her head: "You're young, don't frown like that, it doesn't look good."

"I always feel that something is going to happen, but I don't know, whether what is going to happen is good or bad for me, I don't know, I don't know..." Song Zhen's eyebrows did not rise. Yi Yan let go, but his wrinkles were still so tight, and his voice was filled with confusion.

"You can't live in this house with peace of mind and be a eldest lady who knows nothing?" Su Qiao put down the account book in her hand and asked Song Zhen. Song Zhen nodded: "I know, I know that a person who knows nothing will never be able to do anything. If something unexpected happens, your fate will become particularly tragic.”

Suqiao looked at Song Zhen. Song Zhen's face was confused, but also full of yearning. Su Qiao's lips twitched, and then Su Qiao said: "Actually, I just want a stable life.

, live a normal life. "

A stable life and a normal life are easily accessible to ordinary people without any effort. But for Su Qiao, it was so laborious. Su Qiao didn't want to go through the days of being dependent on others and having no place to settle down.

As for this mansion, Su Qiao longs to get shelter from here, but if she wants to get shelter, she must let herself grow. too difficult. Su Qiao sighed softly, and Song Zhen had already put her head on Su Qiao's shoulder: "A stable life, a normal life, like the life my mother and I used to live?"

"What was your mother's life like with you?" Suqiao also wanted to know, and Song Zhen smiled: "Our yard is not as big as the yard where I live now. There is a well in the yard. My mother planted a peach tree in the yard. We can enjoy the flowers in the spring and enjoy the coolness in the summer. When the peaches are ripe in the autumn, my mother and I will pick the peaches and turn the endless peaches into wine. In winter, we grow them in the house. A pot of fire, warm yourself by the fire, enjoy the snow and drink wine.”

Days like this sounded wonderful, and Suqiao couldn't help but smile: "If my mother is still alive, maybe..."

But Suqiao didn't finish her words. It wasn't until Suqiao got married that Suqiao suddenly realized one day that the Kuang family would not allow her mother to live well. There are too many ways to kill a helpless woman. As long as you don't call a doctor or give her food when she is sick, she will die soon.

"Qiao'er, Qiao'er, you have to listen to your father, be good, be good." This was what Su Qiao's mother told Su Qiao before she passed away, holding Su Qiao's hand. When Suqiao was young, she only remembered her mother.

What was said. But what's the use of listening to dad? Dad is still working as an official outside, and he doesn't ask himself a single word in the letters he writes.