As soon as the second grandmother saw this expression, she knew that the future plan was promising, so that the best tea could be served on the incense, and at the same time led him to take a seat.

"Lord Wu, please take a seat. ”

Wu Yue came back to his senses, sat down, the two chatted a few words, and finally couldn't help it, pointed to this pile of treasures and asked, "I don't know the second lady...... What do you mean by all this stuff here?"

The second grandmother sighed, walked down from the pear blossom chair when she heard the words, stepped forward to take out the crescent moon knife, and gently stroked the cold handle of the scabbard, "Lord Wu's talent is well known, and my husband also talked to me about it...... It's a blessing......

As he spoke, he presented the Crescent Moon Xuandao with both hands, bowed his head and pleaded: "The last wish of the late husband, please don't refrain from Lord Wu!"

As usual, he made his rounds in the house, and the breeze brought him the tassels around his waist. Turning the corner, a red shadow leaned against the door in front of him, the man clasped his hands and frowned slightly.

"Aren't you hiding from me?" asked the red lady.

Brother Jun didn't squint, went straight past her, and said indifferently: "Nonsense, it's you, this is the Su Mansion, not the back garden of the Wu family." If you want to walk around, it's hard to say what is more and what is less. ”

She is not responsible for the lack of arms and legs, but if something is missing in the Su Mansion, the red lady will not be able to escape the involvement.

The red lady's brows furrowed even more, she was a little unhappy with this obvious sense of hostility, and after thinking about it, she immediately said, "Lord Su's death has nothing to do with us. ”

Maybe they are a primer, but they are by no means the main culprit.

"Whether it has anything to do with it, I'll find out. I only believe in the evidence. ”

Since the Su family presented the map of the territory of the Shanghai Kingdom, the Holy Lord has sent a group of ministers led by Su Zhong to carry out maritime diplomacy, which is a piece of fat, but not all of them are overlords of the sea and are experienced. Some ministers gradually retreated, but some people were red-eyed, so it was always common to have black hands behind their backs.

This time on the sea, someone found the symbol of the Wu family, the wind seal pattern, and it happened that Su and Wu were not in harmony, and the people involved in the diplomacy of the sea country did not have the Wu family. Su Zhong died, Su Yuan escaped into the empty door, Su Hexiang was still young, and he couldn't bear any burden at the age of fourteen. That Su Changrong is even softer, the Su family, I'm afraid it's going to fall slowly......

Isn't this also a good thing for the Wu family? This pot is not suitable for anyone to carry as well as the Wu family.

said that it has nothing to do with the Wu family, who believes it?

But......

The red lady straightened up and left in the opposite direction, and the cold frost under her eyes melted slightly.

But the envoy didn't categorically say that they did it, does it mean that he still has a trace of trust in her?

At the end of the condolences, Wu Yue happily stroked the crescent moon knife and sat in the sedan chair and went home. The little guy next to him held a few boxes and carefully followed.

The red lady was puzzled by this kind of scene, even if the Su family was down, but the Su family still heard of it in Beijing, since it was suspected that the Wu family caused Su Zhong's death, this move ......

Halfway through the road, they were almost at the door of the house, Wu Yue sighed in his heart, and suddenly found that there were twists and turns, and he stopped directly. Lifted the curtain and hurriedly called the red lady, "Dogwood!"

The red lady knew that things were not so simple, and after receiving the order, she quickly ran to the official road of the palace. Imperial Sword was not allowed in the Jingshi, so she pinched a charm that shrank thousands of miles, and when she arrived at the palace gate, the tall back of the king just entered and disappeared into the palace wall. The palace has its own defensive formation, and any abnormal channels are useless, unless the master allows it, trespassing without permission should be punished.

She slapped her palm on the stone wall next to her, the wall shattered in response, and the pedestrians around her were startled, and some people who knew her avoided after seeing her face, not daring to say a word. After a long journey, there was a whispered discussion.

That night, the Su family engraved the inscription, because it had been handed over to the saint for reading, and it was also stamped with the emperor's golden seal, which could not be changed, and everything was carried out extremely quickly, and there was no room for recovery. After Wu Yue found out, he couldn't even care about the crescent moon knife, so angry that he smashed the walnut in his hand to the person kneeling in front of him, and the red lady was beaten impartially. The force was extremely heavy, and her forehead immediately turned red, oozing a little blood, and her face remained unchanged, and she crawled to the ground.

"It's Dogwood's incompetence that makes my father angry. ”

"You can't stop anyone!You say, what else can you do?!"

The red lady was silent.

Wu Yue's chest rose and fell violently, and it took a while before he calmed down, returned to his senses, sat down and sighed: "That's it! Anyway, the Su family doesn't even have a useful man, it's just a monument, and they should be let ...... it!"

The red lady suddenly raised her head to look at Wu Yue, who glared at her, she immediately retracted her gaze, didn't dare to say more, and said in a low voice: "...... Be. ”

The candles in the mourning hall flickered, between the light and the extinction, like a star blinking, Han Gongqiu came to the door and looked at Su Hexiang, who was kneeling silently in front of the coffin. The petite body was motionless, and he was about to go in with a bowl of warm soup in his hand, but he found a little bit of water on her face.

So he stopped, put down the basket, and quietly left.

In the middle of the moon, the chill rose, and Su Hexiang was shocked to realize that he had been kneeling for half the night, the white candle was half burned, and the wax tears were hanging like ice picks on the lamp. The wind blew in at night, whimpering like someone whispering, she looked at the tightly covered coffin, knelt down, her forehead was on the ground, and cried: "Second uncle, if it's really you, can you come out to see Hexiang......"

The wind blew and went, and there were no spirits, and no one came. She didn't believe it, and tried to summon spirits over and over again, wanting to know the specific cause of Su Zhong's death, but no, nothing. The mourning hall was empty, except for the sound of her own breathing and a fluttering white cloth.

She finally gave up and got up to leave, because she knelt for too long, her legs subconsciously softened, and the moment she fell to the ground, the bamboo basket at the door came into view. Su Hexiang's heart was slightly hot, and she mustered up her strength, lifted the basket and walked towards the Bamboo Forest Pavilion. Seeing that she had left, the little maid in the distance came forward again and kept the rules at the entrance of the mourning hall.

The small jar was well sealed, and it was still a little warm after midnight. Su Hexiang opened it and saw that it was yam stewed duck soup, and the milky white soup was very nourishing at first glance, and I didn't know what other tonic was put in. Scoop up a spoonful, drink the warm things into it, and make people warm from the inside out, and when Su Hexiang found out, there were already large pieces of hot tears falling from her eyes, splashing into the soup, she hurriedly covered the mouth of the jar, and at the same time bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

She sat at the door of her room, Chunhua and Lingsu were very eye-catching to avoid, and the Bamboo Forest Pavilion, which was originally full of laughter, was particularly quiet at this time.

Han Gongqiu didn't know when he came out of his room, stood in front of her and handed her a handkerchief, as soon as Su Hexiang looked up, her eyes that were as swollen as walnuts from crying could not be ignored. She also knew what she looked like, and quickly lowered her head and curled herself up into a ball. Han Gongqiu sighed, took the person into his arms, and patted her on the back gently.

"The deceased is like a river, never returning, mourning ......"