Master fake high cold

When Qiu Shang wrote this poem, only their mother and daughter were there.

Mrs. Qiu reached out to pick up the paper in front of her, and carefully looked at the poems and familiar handwriting on it. It was Miss Jingzhong's most popular lower script with hairpin flowers, but it was different from others. Every stroke seemed free and easy, It's her daughter's handwriting.

"Wanwan? Is it my Wanwan?" Mrs. Qiu's eyes widened, and the paper in her hand fell to the ground. She held Mu Lan's hand tightly, her tone trembling, her expression was expectant and anxious, for fear that it was not what she had guessed. An affirmative answer is urgently needed.

Mu Lan tightly held Mrs. Qiu's hand, she looked at the person in front of her who was much more haggard and thinner than she remembered, she couldn't help but burst into tears, and said, "Mother, it's me, it's Wanwan."

Ever since she woke up in the county school in Zhu County, and ever since she became a poor scholar Mu Lan, she has been terrified, thinking about her parents and her revenge.

She has never told anyone for so many days, and she dare not tell anyone. At this moment, she can finally let go of the burden in her heart, and finally see her mother.

"Wanwan, my Wanwan, what...how did you do it? Where did you go? Did you ask my mother to find you?" Mrs. Qiu pulled her arm and hugged her daughter tightly, angrily Hateful and thankful, he raised his hand and hit Mu Lan's back, but the strength was light and light, as if he was treating some treasure.

Mu Lan wept silently, seeing Mrs. Qiu crying louder and louder, she hurriedly comforted her: "Shh, mother, don't cry first, keep your voice down."

Mother Feng was still outside the door, even if she was inside, she might hear the movement, so she didn't dare to be careless.

Mrs. Qiu calmed down a little, she smiled all over her face, wiped her tears and said, "Okay, mother, don't cry, tell mother where you have been, and your appearance has changed."

Both mother and daughter calmed down a bit, and Mu Lan patiently talked about her own experience, starting with a letter brought by her concubine half a year ago, to being pushed into the moat by her fiance, to becoming a poor scholar, White-collar Li Ju and Li Ju entered the Li Mansion with a marriage certificate, and now they met their mother.

Mrs. Qiu's face changed when she heard this, and finally her eyes were full of anger: "How dare they? Wan Wan will go to Beijing with mother, and let those who plot against you pay the price."

Mu Lan sighed, shook her head and said: "How can we make them pay the price? There is no evidence, and we don't know how many people were involved, and why they killed our daughter, so we can't act blindly."

"You're right, it's my mother who didn't think carefully, but should I let them get away with it?"

Mrs. Qiu was not reconciled, and she couldn't find a solution for a while, so she could only feel anxious.

Mu Lan smiled and said: "Mother, don't worry, my wife and I have both won the exam. This time I went to Beijing to participate in the examination in March next year. After you return to the mansion, you and your father will secretly check on the concubine, aunt and others. , we will slowly figure it out, and we will definitely bring them to justice."

She has already made up her mind, she will confess to her master when she returns to the inn, if Li Jubai is willing to help, the Shang Shufu will fully appreciate it, if not, they will continue to be a superficial wife and wife, and will not be involved.

As for worrying about Li Jubai leaking secrets, Mu Lan is not worried at all, she is completely at ease about the character of her master, among other things these days.

Mrs. Qiu was startled, and then realized the important point of her daughter's words: "You said just now that you are married? Or marry? No, how can a dignified minister's prostitute marry? I don't agree."

"Mother, my wife and I have already received our marriage certificate, and I'm not the eldest lady of the Shangshu Mansion. If it weren't for my wife, my daughter might have starved to death long ago, and she wouldn't be selected, let alone see you so early."

Mu Lan intentionally made Li Jubai more important, but she really didn't know what to do, and she definitely couldn't say anything about living in a partner, saying that they were in love with each other, that they were happy with each other, and promised each other for a lifetime.

Otherwise, her parents will definitely let her reconcile with her master, and she doesn't want to be separated from her master. It's rare to meet a woman with excellent character, good looks and outstanding talent, and she can feel at ease to live with her as a partner.

If it were someone else, she really wouldn't dare, if it was another Saburo from the Lu family who would risk her life to bet on an uncertain future husband, she wouldn't be that interested.

Still my wife is reliable.

Mrs. Qiu was in a complicated mood. It is reasonable to say that Mr. Li has shown great kindness to their family, but it is a bit too much in terms of appearance, and the other party is a woman, and her daughter is married, so it is a bit uncomfortable to hear.

"She can't repay our kindness, but she can find compensation from other places, whether it's money or status, I will try my best to give her, but your marriage is not good, and your parents are old. If you don't have a son and a half in the future, To put it bluntly, no one will know if he passes away someday." Mrs. Qiu still disagreed.

Mu Lan shook Mrs. Qiu's arm: "So what if you have a son and a half daughter? Could it be that if you are found dead, you can come back to life? Besides, the master is so good, can you guarantee that you can find another man who is not like Lu Sanlang? He When you came to propose marriage, you said it was a good match, but the daughter died, so what else is worthy?"

Mrs. Qiu opened her mouth and was speechless for a while, because she and the master misjudged the person.

"Let's talk about this later, you go back to Beijing with me first, the master is still worried."

Mu Lan shook her head again: "Mother, it's agreed that you and daddy will check the mansion, and I will check the outside. If I go back to the mansion with you directly, how can I investigate secretly? Besides, it is safest for me to enter Beijing in my current identity. Wouldn't it be dangerous to admit it?"

Mrs. Qiu glared at her: "It's up to you anyway, what kind of person is that master, when will I let mother see him?"

"She is a very good person, she is already your daughter-in-law." Thinking of Li Jubai, Mu Lan felt at ease, probably because the six months of getting along with her had made her unconsciously dependent, just thinking about it. feel at ease.

"I don't have a son. Where is my daughter-in-law? I only have one daughter." Mrs. Qiu had a cold face, seeing how her daughter lost her mind when she mentioned that person, she was both happy and angry.

"Mother~ Then... either your daughter-in-law or your son-in-law, you taught my daughter to be faithful. Since I obey her, I won't look at others again."

Mu Lan knew that her mother was the most soft-hearted, and the easiest way was to act like a baby.

As expected, Mrs. Qiu couldn't help it, she stroked her daughter's hair helplessly and pamperingly: "No matter what your identity is, you have to let your mother see it first before you can rest assured. You are right, we need to figure it out slowly. Divide into two groups first, and when you find a place to stay in the capital, send a letter to your family saying that it is not convenient for you to come to the Shangshu Mansion, so I will go find you quietly for my mother."

Mrs. Qiu was originally a very intelligent person, and being the mistress for so many years was not in vain. After calming down from the joy of reunion, she also understood that now is not the time to recognize each other, and her daughter's actions are advisable.

Mu Lan nodded, and talked to Mrs. Qiu for a while, then got up reluctantly, and put on an indifferent look when she went out.

Back at the inn, she couldn't help but feel dizzy for a while, and she has to bother to explain it here, I don't know if it's okay to regret it now, can she pretend that nothing happened?

"When we arrive in the capital, do you want to meet my mother, Master?"

Li Jubai's eyebrows and eyes were originally calm, but she couldn't help being surprised when she heard Mu Lan's nonsensical words: "Your mother is in the capital?"

The news she inquired before was that the mistress of the Mu family died of overwork and illness in middle age, leaving only Papa Mu as an elder, so she was very puzzled, but vaguely felt that her doubts had to be solved up.

For example, the handwriting that looks like two people; for example, the scriptures are poor, but the policy questions are very good; or for example, he was born in poverty and has not been educated, but his manners are very well-educated.

Mu Lan paused for a moment, this time it started from Shangshu Mansion, until she met Mrs. Qiu half an hour ago.

After finishing speaking, she carefully glanced at Li Jubai: "What do you think, master, do you want to meet my mother after entering Beijing?"

Li Jubai digested this long list of news, and all doubts were explained. Although it was unbelievable but reasonable, she hooked her lips: "Don't you ask me first if you believe what I said?"

"Then... Master, do you believe what I said?" Mu Lan's heart twitched, her eyes were filled with the smile on the corner of Li Jubai's mouth, she thought she already knew the answer.

Li Jubai didn't answer this question directly, but gave the answer silently in the following words: "Qiu Wan? It's a nice name."