At this time, Chen Qushui, who was in Yizhitang, was turning around in circles while in the house with an anxious expression.

Songluo sat on her elbows beside her, feeling that her eyes were about to be turned away by Mr. Chen.

He couldn't help it: "Mr. Chen, do you want to sit down and have a cup of tea?" ”

Chen Qushui stopped when he heard this, but replied unexpectedly: "Hasn't Wuyi come back yet?" Check it out again! “

Yizhitang suddenly changed guards, they were all detained in Yizhitang, and they were not allowed to go anywhere, even the meals were delivered to the door by the mother-in-law, and then brought in by the guards at the door. I just said that I lost something valuable at home and was looking for it. But it was only half an hour after the prince came back, and the guards at the door were gone, and they could come and go freely.

Mr. Chen was so anxious that he hurriedly sent Wuyi to find the prince, and said that he must tell the prince of the strange situation in the house.

But Wuyi has been gone for almost an hour and has not returned.

was asked by Chen Qushui, and Songluo was also a little worried.

He answered the call and went to the gate.

The surroundings were quiet, and there seemed to be no one in the entire Yizhi Hall, but the noise from the front mourning hall appeared from time to time, and the courtyard against the background was quieter.

Songluo really wanted to go to Wuyi, but thinking of Mr. Yan's advice before he was sent to serve Mr. Chen, he quickly pressed this idea down.

It seems that Mr. Chen thinks the same as he thinks, and feels that what happened in the house is very strange, and he should tell the prince as much as possible.

"Why hasn't Wuyi come back yet?" As he walked back, he said to himself, "The prince is back." I will definitely go to see Grandpa Guo first, and then go to the spirit to keep filial piety, it should be easy to find! Could it be that something happened to Wuyi? ”

Chen Qushui, who was thought by Songluo to be in line with his thoughts, pushed open the window of the study at this time, looking at the leaves that had been washed by the rain and looked extraordinarily green. Lost in thought.

In half an hour and so on, the British government was restored to its original state, that is, the results were out.

Did Song Mo win or lose?

Logically. has a calculating heart or not, and is a blood relative, Song Mo will undoubtedly lose; But this person is too ruthless, maybe he will not be able to escape death.

It is imperative to know the winners and losers.

If Song Mo fails, he will definitely be liquidated, although he is usually very cautious, and he will burn the letters exchanged with Miss Si after reading them. never kept it, and the people of the British government also regarded him as a down-and-out scribe who ate and drank in his eyes, but Yan Chaoqing's personality, eight or nine times out of ten, he had instructed Songluo and Wuyi to say something, if Songluo and Wuyi revealed something to the people of the British government. It would be troublesome for him to be noticed by the people of the British government.

If Song Mo had the initiative, he had better stay here obediently and not move - they just inadvertently broke his whereabouts, and he would kill more than a dozen of them, if he knew that he had escaped when he was in danger, maybe he would hate the fourth young lady together, and it would be even more troublesome!

Whether to stay here or sneak out of the mansion while the British Mansion is in chaos depends on whether Wuyi can see Song Mo.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly regret it.

It would be nice if the dust settled on the affairs of the Jiang family.

While thinking about it, he saw Songluo come back alone.

He couldn't hide his disappointment.

Songluo hurriedly comforted Chen Qushui: "Wuyi may go to inquire about the news by the way." Should be back soon. ”

Chen Qushui nodded.

The two of them said a few words without a match, and Wu Yi ran back sweating profusely.

Chen Qushui's eyes also lit up.

Songluo stood up happily: "Wuyi, have you seen the prince?" ”

"Nope!" Because of the hurried all the way, Wu Yi's voice was a little panting, and he said, "As soon as the prince came back, he was called by the grandfather of the country to speak." It hasn't come out yet. Ma Youming, the deputy general of the Shenshu battalion, came to offer incense to his wife, and the uncle went to ask the prince to come out to thank him, but was stopped by Lu Zheng outside the door, saying that the prince rushed back all the way to the funeral of his wife, and he didn't close his eyes for six days and five nights. He also said that if anyone asked, he would say that the grandfather of the country and the prince of the country had important matters to discuss, and no one was allowed to disturb them. lest it be spread out by people with ulterior motives to say that the prince is not filial. ”

The uncle is Song Mo's lobby brother Song Qin.

"That's right!" Songluo's tense expression relaxed, revealing a happy smile.

Chen Qushui decided to run away.

After running a horse for six days and five nights, you have to fall asleep! Not to mention that the uncle of the Song family went in to take a look, even if he set off firecrackers next to him, he was afraid that he wouldn't wake up, so he could stop people outside?

He sent Songluo and Wuyi, checked all the flaws in the house that he thought would be left, and carried the one thousand taels of silver tickets sent by Dou Zhaotuo Duan Gongyi in his arms, thinking that the fourth lady was really thoughtful, while taking a few taels of silver and putting them in his purse, waiting for the sky to be slightly dark, thinking about taking a turn in the garden, it was time for dinner in the front yard, it was the most chaotic at that time, it was a good opportunity to go, he opened the door of the inner room, and said with a smile to Wuyi and Songluo who were talking under the corridor: " Now that the prince is fine, I am relieved. The weather is so nice after this rain, just go out for a walk! ”

The weather after the winter rain is cold and swishing, where is it good?

Wu Yi and Song Luo exchanged a look in confusion as they watched Chen Qushui walk towards the small garden of Yizhitang.

※※※※※

Song Mo could feel that he was getting weaker and weaker.

Maybe you don't need to trouble your father to open an ancestral hall, and you will die, right?

His eyes were a little glazed.

The white Mu Furong on the opposite side turned into a white shadow, reminding Song Mo of his mother's smooth and jade-like face.

The mother would never have dreamed that her son would die in her room, right?

Thinking of this, Song Mo's heart moved inexplicably.

Mother also died in this room.

Is this fate?

Or is it a coincidence?

He bit the tip of his tongue hard.

The hibiscus blooms quietly in the blue flowers, which is peaceful and beautiful.

There was the sound of Huo Huo's footsteps outside, and his father's slightly apologetic voice was mixed in: "For the sake of the son." I'm ashamed to have shocked a few people, I'm ashamed......"

It's coming really fast!

Presumably, my father sent a carriage to pick it up.

A hint of sarcasm appeared in Song Mo's eyes.

The eldest uncle, Song Maochun, came in with a confused voice: "Godci, what happened?" ”

"Didn't a maid hit a pillar and died a few days ago?" Father whispered. "She is Madame's personal handmaiden. I originally thought that she was loyal to the Lord, and I was going to let my wife accept her as a righteous daughter, and then bury her in the ancestral grave of the Song family. Who knew that the servant girl was four months pregnant......"

"What?" Fourth Uncle Song Tongchun's voice was frightened, "This corpse has two lives, this is a big murderer, we must not let her be buried in the ancestral grave of our Song family......"

"Fourth, listen to what the second brother has to say!" The third uncle has been scaring those businessmen who have entered the city for many years, and there is a faint sense of official authority in his voice, "Since the second brother has found out." I will definitely not let her be buried in the ancestral grave of our Song family again. You don't always open your mouth without waiting for someone to speak. ”

The fourth uncle muttered quietly, it was too far away, Song Mo couldn't hear what he was talking about, but he could think of his expression, he must have been wronged again. Helpless again.

He couldn't help but smile again.

The uncle and the two uncles live dependent on their father, and the father wants to open an ancestral hall, will they still oppose it?

Song Mo didn't want to hear it.

But the voices outside had their own opinions, and they came to his ears intermittently.

"Isn't she just a servant? God can take a fancy to her, that's her blessing! If you're dead, you're dead, and you don't need to open an ancestral hall, right? ”

"Isn't the emperor already closed the coffin on the affairs of the Jiang family? Moreover, during the autumn siege, the emperor specially called Tianci over to teach him a lesson. You don't know how much the people in our Treasury Tax Division envy me. ”

"Really, there are people left behind by the Duke of Dingguo when the heavens give their hands? We can just pick up this leak! Anyway, there is no Dingguo Mansion anymore, so it is better to cheapen us than to cheapen others. Tianci is the nephew of Dingguo Gong. ”

"The impeachment of the imperial history can't be impeached without evidence, right? Didn't that handmaid hit the pillar and died, let the maid named Xing or something also hit the pillar and died! It's just right that the second sister-in-law can accept her as an adopted daughter and let her go underground to continue serving the second sister-in-law! ”

……

The three of them, as if they had seven or eight mouths, made Song Mo's ears buzz. Splitting headaches.

He smiled slightly.

The scene in front of him became more and more blurry, and his eyes drooped uncontrollably.

No way!

He can't die!

Song Mo bit the tip of his tongue fiercely.

The line of sight is a little clearer.

But the clarity was short-lived, and his vision blurred again.

Six days and five nights of sudden illness, a killing stick...... His body was at its limit.

Even so, so what?

Song Mo snorted coldly and opened his eyes again.

The white wood hibiscus was in full bloom in front of him.

He noticed that the stamens were pale yellow, and at first glance they seemed to be completely white.

Why do you want to insert white wood hibiscus?

This time is also the flowering period of tea plum.

The big red tea plum is gorgeous like fire but elegant and elegant.

A face popped into his mind.

The white jade-like face, the long eyebrows into the sideburns, the bright apricot eyes, and the faint smile at the corner of the mouth, wise and sassy.

Like tea plum.

It's so elegant, but it makes people feel gorgeous.

He should be proud, but he is calm and straightforward.

I wonder if the flowers she planted have bloomed?

Song Mo read "Dou Zhao" softly, and said in his heart: I also know that your milk name is Shougu......

He laughed.

Her beautiful facial features are like the rising sun, warm and warm.

And in front of him, there was a blank of ink.

※※※※※

Song Yichun looked at his three cousins with a grim face and didn't say a word.

Song Maochun hurriedly pulled Song Fengchun, who was sitting under him.

Song Fengchun stopped talking.

Song Tongchun also fell silent.

The three of them looked at Song Yichun intently, their faces full of respect.

Song Yichun's face eased a little.

He coughed dryly and said solemnly: "I want to expel Song Mo from the Song family, what do you say?" ”

"Second brother, you are the patriarch, so naturally you have the final say." Song Maochun said busily.

Song Fengchun also couldn't wait to say: "It's really disappointing!" ”

"I agree with whatever decision the second brother makes." Song Tongchun said.

Song Yichun's face became even better: "Since this is the case, then we will open the ancestral hall tomorrow, and the eldest brother, the third brother, and the fourth brother should not be late." ”

"It will definitely come, it will not be late."

The three of them hurriedly spoke.

Song Yichun stood up: "Then we'll meet again tomorrow." ”

"Good, good, good!"

The three of them walked out of the hall and stood under the porch in unison.

The red lantern shone on their faces, and they couldn't help but look at each other, and then avoided each other's gaze, this one said that there was something else for you to go first, and the other said that I was going back with my son, and each found a way out of the British mansion.

Song Yichun entered the inner room with a gloomy face.

The big red lantern under the eaves shone in through the glass window sash, and there was a dark brown mark on the ground, but there was no shadow of Song Mo in sight.

Song Yichun's eyes widened.

The white wood hibiscus on the coffee table opened silently, the blue curtain hung quietly, and the benzoin in the room was sweet and long.

The room was silent.

Song Mo is gone.

"Someone!" Song Yichun stumbled out of the inner room and roared at the guards outside, "Come on!" ”

In the two alleys next door to the British Mansion, two burly men carried a coarse cloth blue curtain official sedan chair, and the sedan curtain hung down the embroidered ribbon decorated with gold and silver dragon patterns used by the talents of the second-class masters, heading towards Andingmen Street.