I bent the devil

"So, the young master is going to Huaicheng?" Mrs. Nangong asked as she slowly took out her white and delicate hands like a girl from the washbasin sprinkled with petals, and used the plain white cotton brocade handkerchief beside her Gently wiped his hands dry, and the cat's eyes, which were exactly the same as Song Zhishang's, were raised slightly, which looked extraordinarily thrilling.

For some reason, He Hua always felt that the castle master's wife was becoming more and more charming and...bewitching.

But in the Song family, she has gone from a girl who knows nothing and is trembling to this step. She has become indispensable to Song Zhishang, and even has a place in Song Jiabao. Be more calm and restrained.After realizing that Mrs. Nangong was looking at him, he lowered his head again to show respect. "Yes, the Master of the Young Castle asked Lotus to tell Madam that he is about to leave today."

"But..." After checking the paste that ordinary people have never seen in their entire lives, after slowly smearing and soaking in the warmth, the paste that had no smell at all when it was static, slowly faded away. The scent of roses exuded from her, which added a bit of femininity to the already enchanting Mrs. Nangong.

However, under the warm and intoxicating scent, the lotus flower always feels that there is a trace of corpse decay that cannot be avoided no matter how it is covered up.Maybe I thought too much about it.He Hua prevented herself from thinking too much, and calmly listened to Mrs. Nangong's next words.

——"But why didn't the young master say it in person?"

Why?Because a few years ago, because you wanted Song Zhishang to marry Nangong Xiaoxiao, a lady from the Nangong family, and you even used medicine to make them share the same bed, Song Zhishang stopped stepping into the gate of your house. You started to live in seclusion years ago, and you have not even stepped out of the backyard in the past few years. Put Master Song next to you, just to force Song Zhishang to give the Lord a chance to pay his respects and make him compromise. He chose that he would rather not see Song. The castle owner didn't even step in, so why not.

But these are just slander.

Lotus nodded respectfully and then whispered, repeating what she would repeat every time she came. "Because the Young Castle Master wants you to rest and recuperate well, so he doesn't want to disturb you."

The person sitting above chuckled after a moment of silence. "...Is that so...then you go and tell the young master that when I recover...be sure to come and see me..."

"Yes." After Lotus answered, she didn't leave immediately.

"What?" He asked lightly.

"...Young Master, let Hehua be with Lord Song." Over the years, Hehua has been the only bridge between Song Zhishang and Mrs. Nangong. Mrs. Nangong took Lord Song to her other courtyard, but did not let anyone approach her. Visitation.If the Third Elder Song was still there at this time, it is estimated that there is still some prestige to force Mrs. Nangong to bow her head, let everyone meet the Lord Song, and confirm his current situation, but it is a pity that the Third Elder Song suddenly died four years ago. died of disease.

Although the death was strange, and there was a taste of Asuka hiding in it, but no one dared to speak out about this doubt.

The current Songjiabao has been under the control of Song Zhishang for so many years.

Although Song Liu and other uncles can also ask to see Song Yi's voice, but thinking that although Yizihu, who has been guarding Song Yi, does not appear in front of people often, but does appear from time to time without any abnormal behavior, just It shows that Song Yi is fine at all.

Maybe, just like what Mrs. Nangong said, it's not suitable for meeting guests.

Besides, Song Zhi still exists in the Songjiabao, although there are some flaws and occasional criticisms, but after all, the Songjiabao is a huge martial arts family that has been operated by the Song family for many years, and the entire Song family will not be unable to function because of the lack of anyone. So it's not so true that Song Yi has to come forward.

Even for Song Wu, Song Qi and others, it would be better if Song Yi didn't show up. They originally supported Song Zhishang implicitly. Benefit.If Song Yi came forward, he would lose all these benefits.

That being the case, anyway, Song Yi's word guard is there, and there is no change, so what is there to doubt?Everyone, including Song Zhishang and He Huazai, thought that Mrs. Nangong was using Master Song to challenge her son, to see who would admit defeat first.

But it was also because of this that everyone felt that Castle Master Song's illness seemed to be difficult to heal.Even more, he regarded Song Zhishang as the next generation of castle master of the Song family, and he followed suit.

No matter how powerful a person used to be, after losing their value, they will gradually be forgotten and forgotten until they are no longer remembered.

This is just human nature, although it seems cold, but it is the most common normal state.

He Hua knew how Mrs. Nangong would answer, but she still had to ask each time.

really--

—— "When the young master comes to see me in rest, I will naturally see the castle master in rest." Mrs. Nangong smiled slightly and then frowned slightly, pressing the center of her brows. "I'm a little tired, let's go."

The lotus was silent and stepped back.

After Mrs. Nangong was the only one left in the huge room, she sat on the chair for a while, got up, and walked slowly to the bedroom.

Lying on a specially remodeled bed.

The bed was so high that the bed was even higher than Mrs. Nangong's waist, and the surroundings under the bed were covered with extremely strong dark iron slabs, and it was impossible to see through what was under the bed.But a light tap reveals that the inside is airborne.

Mrs. Nangong was lying on the bed, turned around slightly after a while and lay on her side, her left hand was lightly placed on the pillow beside her cheek, as if she was having a private conversation with the person next to the pillow, she closed her eyes and whispered softly.

"... Zhishang didn't come to see me today..."

"You father and son... are equally chilling." There was a sinister and cold tone in his tone, but he smiled again. "But that's my son, with my blood."

"Of course I... want to forgive him."

Mrs. Nangong slowly opened her eyes, caressing the empty bed.Smile sweetly. "right?"

After a long time, whispered in silence.

"Oh."

"I forgot you can't hear now."