The Su family has been scholarly for generations, and since the first man in the clan came out, he has occupied a place in the court, and over the past hundred years, he has cultivated many famous ministers. Not to mention, it is the current head of the family, Su Qiming, who is also an official worship Taishi, a brilliant figure.

Because of the ancestors as a model, the current atmosphere of light martial arts still remains, and the children of the family are all working the subset of scripture and history, but the Su family is still an outlier, Su Qiming's second son Su Mu, quietly abandoned the text from the martial arts to the Gyeonggi Soldiers and Horses Battalion, and even rose step by step, becoming the captain of the dynasty, so that after Su Qiming resigned, the Su family became a situation of martial arts and cultural decline.

It's just that in Su Qiming's eyes, no matter what Su Mu is, he just disrupts the family style by not learning and knowing, and he is more and more unaccustomed to him.

Su Mu was a little arrogant when he was able to abandon the text, and he didn't argue when he saw this, and after he got married, he moved out of the Su family's ancestral house to live another life, so now they live in the Taiwei Mansion, and only they have a second room.

When Su Wanqing arrived at the main courtyard, the maid in the dining room was removing the dishes for breakfast, and when she saw her coming, they greeted her.

Su Wanqing looked at the food that was obviously more than one person's size, and thought for a while: "Daddy is in it?" ”

"Miss Hui, the master went to the study early in the morning, and it was the lady who left the young master to eat." The servant girl replied.

Su Wanqing nodded, stood outside the door and waited for the maid to report inside.

After a while, a man with black hair and eyebrows and a face as white as jade came out from inside, and his voice was extremely clear: "Qing'er! ”

The facial features of the person who came were somewhat similar to Su Wanqing, but the lines were more tough, it was her brother, Su Linlu.

The moment Su Wanqing saw him, her steps paused almost invisibly, and then she quickened her pace and walked over, holding the handkerchief tightly under her sleeve, holding back the tears.

Su Linlu strode up to her, looked at her face and said, "Were you frightened last night?" I wanted to see you in the morning, but I was afraid that you would not get up when you fell asleep, so I simply waited for you here. ”

Su Wanqing looked at the care in his eyes, and her eyes couldn't help but be a little red.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Seeing this, Su Linlu thought that she was recalling the events of the night, and said comforting words again and again, and finally reached out and flicked it lightly on Su Wanqing's forehead, "Silly girl, when did you become so delicate." ”

Su Wanqing listened to his teasing, patted him on the sleeve, and glanced at him with disgust, but she couldn't cry anymore.

Su Linlu saw that she was gradually returning to normal, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled: "Let's go in, mother is also worried about you." ”

Although Su Linlu and Su Wanqing are the same mother, he has no problem with his stepmother, and he hopes that Su Wanqing can accept her, but on weekdays, Su Wanqing never responds to his persuasion, and after a long time, he doesn't have any hope, but he will habitually say a few words.

Su Wanqing glanced at him, didn't answer, and silently followed him into the house.

As soon as they entered the door, there was a faint fragrance coming to their faces, and several maids saw the two of them entering, curtsy their knees, and opened the brocade curtain of the moon cave door.

On the couch in the bright room, there is a middle-aged woman in a blue and white skirt with an autumn fragrance, her face is very beautiful, and the slightly curved corners of her lips make people feel very soft.

Somehow, Su Wanqing remembered that when she was young, she was such a face, whenever her immature voice called "mother" softly and glutinously, she would show her an extremely gentle smile, and the warmth in her eyes could melt people into it. Even if she had caused trouble and upset her grandmother, the tone in which the man spoke to her was still soft.

When the face in the memory slowly overlapped with the scene in her eyes, Su Wanqing came back to her senses, no matter how similar their appearances were, they were not the same person after all.

Just as the woman in front of her does not have the pair of sweet dimples in her impression, it is also like the woman in her memory lacks the dignified and demure of the one in front of her.

The woman in front of her is Su Wanqing's stepmother and her biological mother's twin sister, Xiao Jiang.

In the past, Su Wanqing's biological mother Da Jiang died of illness, and Su Mu kept filial piety for his deceased wife for three years, and then carried Xiao Jiang, who was twenty-eight but still unmarried, into the door to make a continuation.

Everyone took it for granted that the pair of children left by the big Jiang family would be happy to see this happen, after all, the aunt of the in-laws was a hundred times closer than outsiders, but they didn't expect that Su Wanqing had a strong resistance to the little Jiang family, who originally got along well, and even inherited Su Mu's stubbornness in the same way, and decisively moved to live in Nanling's grandfather's house for a year.

At that time, Su Wanqing was only ten years old.

Others only think that she is a child's temper, and every time she persuades, they must mention the similarities between the little Jiang family and the big Jiang family, but Su Wanqing understands that she dislikes this stepmother in every way, probably because the little Jiang family is too similar to her mother, and almost everyone is unconsciously using the existence of the little Jiang family to fill the traces left by the big Jiang family.

It seems that overnight, the most gentle and beautiful woman in the world in Su Wanqing's heart was forgotten by everyone, and her stepmother also took possession of everything her biological mother had during her lifetime.

Such a thought has been stuck in Su Wanqing's heart since she was a child, and her upbringing admits that she can't do anything to disrespect her elders, but her coldness and ignorance are enough to make anyone shy away.

Su Wanqing thought back to the past, secretly let out a sigh, and stepped forward to say goodbye.

"Qing'er, get up quickly." Xiao Jiang smiled and nodded at her, and motioned for the maid to step forward to help Su Wanqing sit down, while Su Linlu walked to the Nanmu chair opposite and sat down.

Su Wanqing sat down, took the tea just served by the maid, and took a sip slightly.

Xiao Jiang smiled and looked at her for a moment, and said to a woman with slightly white temples beside her: "Mama Zhan, Qing'er's face is not very good, go and order the dining room to boil a cup of soothing soup to nourish the body, and send it to Qing'er's courtyard at noon." ”

"Yes." Mama Zhan nodded in response and sent a maid out.

Xiao Jiang's treated Su Wanqing like this, shh Su Wanqing put down the tea bowl, narrowed her eyes and said, "Thank you, mother." ”

Xiao Jiang was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at Bai Ai, obviously, she was suspicious of Bai Ai's words sent back before, and now that she witnessed it with her own eyes, she believed that Su Wanqing had really changed. But soon, the surprise in her eyes faded, and she only smiled with satisfaction, and lowered her head to drink tea.

Xiao Jiang's is dignified and dignified, and his great joys and sorrows will not be too exposed.

Su Wanqing still remembers that the only time she saw Xiao Jiang's gaffe was when her father was detained by Dali Temple in her previous life, she knew that there was no hope of saving her father, so she took a letter of resignation and sent it to Xiao Jiang, and ordered Xiao Jiang to leave with the seven sins of "childless".

Xiao Jiang said fiercely with tears in his eyes, he would never leave the Su family, and tore the book of resignation to pieces, and raised it in the sky, sprinkling it one after another, like snow in June.