The upper room of the British Mansion is located in the middle of the British Mansion, it is a five-room four-room house, in front of the front is the front yard of the British Principality, the main hall, the flower hall, and the back is a small garden with a Buddhist hall.

He walked into the courtyard and saw his tall, elegant and beautiful mother, who was strong and arrogant between her eyebrows, standing on the steps with a blank look and looking at the camphor tree in the corner of the courtyard in a daze.

The sachet in Song Mo's hand was like a burning flame in an instant, scorching the moxibustion person.

This camphor tree was sent by my uncle from Fujian on my mother's thirtieth birthday.

"You're here!" Jiang greeted his son with a smile and sat down on the stone bench under the grape trellis.

The vines had just budded, and the bright spring sun shone on her face through the sparse branches, and there were a few silver threads in the originally black and shiny green silk.

Song Mo's heart was sour, and he walked out behind his mother while the maid was serving them tea and pouring water, pressed his mother's shoulder with a smile, and said affectionately: "Mother, you have white hair, can I help you pull it out?" ”

Jiang Shi pursed his lips and smiled, looked at the long silver thread in his son's hand, and said with half emotion and half relief: "You are going to marry a daughter-in-law, and your mother should be old!" ”

No matter how calm and introverted Ren Songmo was, he was only a thirteen-year-old boy, his face suddenly turned red, and he shouted "Mother" abruptly.

Her son's rare embarrassment pleased the Jiang family, and she asked Song Mo with a smile: "How old is that girl you met in Zhending?" ”

can make her son deflated, it can be seen that she is a bold and careful, smart and clever girl.

"Why are you asking this?" Song Mo's face turned even redder, and he shouted nonchalantly. "People are already engaged!"

As soon as the words fell, the mother and son were stunned.

The wind blows through the grape trellises, and the tender green buds tremble and sway in the spring breeze.

Song Mo was so embarrassed that he couldn't do it.

Mother was curious to ask why he had said such a thing so by the gods.

Think of these. He only felt that his face was burning hot, and he was even more uncomfortable, and said, "Mr. Yan, I have made friends with Wei Tingyu." I also think it's a good idea. I was thinking about how to talk to Zong Yao and find a way to get to know this acquaintance. ”

Jiang smiled meaningfully.

She felt a little pity in her heart, but she knew that if she continued to talk about it, it would inevitably insult the reputation of the girl's family.

Song Mo's face couldn't hold back, and he looked left and right and said, "Where's Daddy?" Why didn't you see him? ”

"He went to the Third Princess's Mansion." She changed the topic along with her son, "Your father didn't dare to ask the prince to come forward, for fear of affecting the prince, and wanted to ask the third princess to explore the emperor's tone." "Speaking of which. She lowered her feelings, "Since the emperor does not leave the excerpt of your uncle, I have discussed it with Mr. Min, then ask those who have been with your uncle in the past to fold the bullet to impeach your uncle...... It's just that it's too difficult to come forward on weekdays, so as not to make the emperor suspicious...... I'm afraid that the emperor already has an idea. No matter what we do, it's in vain......"

The third princess Enrong was born to the Shen family of the Yuan Dynasty, the eldest daughter of the emperor, and was favored by the emperor.

The concubine Shi Zhenglan is the younger brother of Changxing Hou Shi Duanlan, and the British princess is small, and the relationship is very good.

Does this work?

Why don't you deal with Wang Yuan, the big eunuch next to the emperor?

Song Mo thought and nodded carelessly.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became dreary.

Song Mo pinched the bag in his palm, and only after a while did he muster up the courage to shout "Mother", and said in a low voice: "I have something to tell you......"

"What?" Jiang Shi raised his head, and there was still a residual blankness in his eyes. Apparently I didn't hear what my son had just said.

Song Mo took a breath, and was about to repeat what he had just said to his mother, who knew that his mother had already perked up, and said solemnly: "I want to ask you to marry your second uncle's cousin Hanzhu, what do you think?" ”

His eyes widened, then he slowly pursed his lips.

Jiang sighed secretly in his heart. The voice was a little indifferent because of reason: "I know, you have played well with your fourth uncle's cousin since you were a child, but your cousin is a concubine." Although our family doesn't care, your father is a very important person, first of all, your father can't pass that level. Your second uncle left early, leaving only your cousin, and other people still have their father and brother to take care of her, only her, who has been sluggish since childhood, lonely and has no one to rely on......"

Song Mo hung his head slightly.

Cousin Hanzhu likes Yin Zhi, the nephew of the eldest uncle's family who practices martial arts in the Jiang family.

My grandmother and aunt all know about it. The eldest aunt threw Yin Zhi into the uncle's military camp for this reason, and told him: "The girls of our Jiang family don't marry the seeds, if you want to marry Hanzhu, you can use military merits as a dowry." ”

When Yin Zhi left, he gave Hanzhu's cousin a golden hairpin, which he handed to Hanzhu's cousin.

But in the face of life and death, what are these children's affections?

The sun casts on his face, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids.

"Parents should be in charge of marriage matters." He said softly, soft as the spring breeze of the Buddha's face, "I listen to my mother!" ”

The son who has been assertive since he was a child and has never listened to the mercy of others suddenly said such a thing, which deeply stung the Jiang family and made her stop abruptly and lose something.

Feeling Jiang's sadness, Song Mo held his mother's hand: "Mother, I don't feel wronged. He comforted his mother, "Cousin Hanzhu is also very good, she can bend her bow when she gets on the horse, she can write when she gets off the horse, and if she marries, her mother will also have a companion...... I will tell my father that I have taken a fancy to my cousin Hanzhu, so that he can't object. He said, smiling at his mother.

The smile was bright and bright, like the rising sun, without a trace of worry.

Chiang's tears fell.

None of this is worth shedding tears!

Song Mo pursed his lips and took out the bag that he had been holding in the palm of his hand: "Mother, this is the ...... Xu Qing just sent"

Before he could speak, Jiang had already grabbed the bag in a hurry.

A thin strip of paper two fingers wide, but it weighs as much as a thousand pounds.

Jiang Shi looked at it again, wiped his eyes, and looked again. Only then did he look up at his son, his face was already pale: "Is it true?" His voice was hoarse, and he seemed a little glazed.

Song Mo nodded ruthlessly.

Jiang Shi felt dizzy, and he didn't know where he was.

A frolicking sound approached. The second son's still somewhat immature voice came over clearly: "Hurry up, hurry up, I want to show my mother." ”

She settled down. He took the handkerchief handed by his eldest son and hurriedly wiped his tears.

Song Mo also sat up straight.

When Song Han, who was holding a bow and arrow, ran over, his mother and brother were elegantly sitting at the stone table under the grape trellis drinking tea.

He took his mother's hand and said: "Mother, mother, look, look!" ”

The little guy who came with him knelt on the ground and held the big red lacquer plate in his hand high.

In the lacquer dish is a fat golden pheasant. The arrow is stuck diagonally on the back of the golden pheasant, revealing its snow-white arrow feathers.

"I'm better than my brother, right?" Song Han looked at his brother triumphantly, "My brother only followed his fifth uncle to hunt when he was ten years old!" ”

He is only eight years old this year, five years younger than Song Mo.

Jiang Shi barely showed a happy face and praised his youngest son: "Hmm." Our heavenly grace is much more powerful than my brother! ”

Tianen is Song Han's milk name.

Although he was very sad in his heart, Song Han's innocent words still made Song Mo's heart a lot lighter.

This should be the golden pheasant raised in the back garden of the house.

My brother couldn't even pull the bow he had specially made, how could he shoot so deeply?

Most of them were driven in front of him by the gang, and then shot at the golden chicken.

It's also possible that the gang had already shot the golden chicken, and when the younger brother shot into the grass, they ran to pull out the golden chicken that was already hiding in the grass......

Whether it was the former or the latter, he had no intention of disappointing his younger brother.

"It's pretty good!" Song Mo smiled, "Blue is better than blue." ”

Song Han was even more proud, he pointed to the brocade chicken in the lacquer plate and shouted to the little servant: "Throw it on the stove." Let the mother-in-law on the stove add vegetables tonight. ”

The little guy nodded and retreated with the lacquer plate in his hand.

He sat down next to his mother and stretched out like a little adult: "I'm so tired today!" ”

Jiang Shi and Song Mo both showed a faint smile.

Song Han's eyes turned around, jumped off the stone pier suddenly, and said, "Mother, I want to go back and change my clothes." ”

"Go ahead!" The Jiang family still had important matters to discuss with their eldest son, and smiled and instructed Song Han's daughter-in-law and maid who served beside him a few words. When the figure of the second son disappeared at the door, her smile slowly disappeared.

"God's best!" Her eyes flashed as she spoke, "Does Mr. Min know?" I'll go to you later, and discuss with Mr. Min, Mr. Luo, and Mr. Yan what to do! "The voice is calm and unwavering, and it has calmed down.

Mr. Min was a staff member of his uncle, and he rushed over from Fujian after his uncle's accident.

Mr. Luo is the eldest uncle's staff at home, helping the fifth uncle to handle the housework.

Although Mr. Yan used to be an aide to his uncle, he followed him in his early years, and he was a member of the British government, and his uncle's affairs were still dominated by Mr. Min and Mr. Luo.

The mother did not collapse, and Song Mo was very proud.

He respectfully agreed, agreed with his mother, and withdrew.

Jiang sat there with his hands and feet weak, his mind blank.

Song Mo saw his younger brother hiding at the door, hugging the thick cypress and beckoning to him.

He walked over with a smile.

"Brother," Song Han looked at Song Mo worriedly, and said in a low voice, "Is my uncle going to prison?" ”

Although he and his mother are hiding it from his younger brother, his uncle's affairs have been all over the city, and his younger brother is very smart, so he must have known that if he continues to hide it, he will only make his younger brother feel fooled, so it is better to tell him the truth.

"Don't listen to people's nonsense." Song Mo thought for a moment and said, "Uncle is just being asked about the crime now, and it's okay to make it clear." Then he smiled and said, "Not everyone is qualified to go to prison!" "I want to change the atmosphere.

Song Han carefully looked at his brother's expression.

The elder brother raised his eyebrows, with a little interest in his eyes.

He couldn't help but blush, and ran away: "I know!" ”

The crisp voice floated in the air, making Song Mo smile slightly.