Tang House. Recently, there has been a busy scene, such as a large staggered pavilion. The maids were in a hurry between the buildings.

Song Lian is about to enter the mansion, and in the boudoir where she lives, the girls have their own responsibilities, and they are nervous about this, and the Tang Mansion is busy.

Miss Tang wandered around the building, followed by the girl Xiaoyi. Miss Tang looked indifferent, looking at the girls who were walking around. Her willow eyebrows were slightly twisted, and there was resentment at the corners of her mouth.

Facing her, a maid came in a hurry, holding a satin quilt in her hand. Miss Tang stopped and stared at the silk silk, which seemed to sting her eyes.

Song Lian's life is well-known, and the matter of returning on the same day is known to the whole Tang Mansion. In the face of this uninvited guest, Miss Tang was difficult to accept for a while.

Yahuan looked at Miss Tang, bowed her head and bent down to greet her, and hurriedly passed by.

Miss Tang looked back, stared for a moment, and suddenly wanted to take a look, Song Lian's boudoir style.

With a difficult heart, she followed behind Yu Yahuan, and Xiaoyi also hurriedly followed.

When she came to Song Lian's boudoir, Miss Tang stopped in front of the door of the room with a solemn look, she glanced inside, and walked slowly into the door with her little feet.

Standing in the middle of the room, looking around, the bed was neatly stacked through the reddish curtains. The dressing table with good wood inlays on the diagonal opposite side of the bed is very gorgeous and dazzling.

This is the specification of fine living, which is no different from living in one's own home. Miss Tang's face was gloomy, and she didn't feel a good feeling in her heart.

Inside the courtyard of the Tang Mansion. Surrounded by trees and flowers, there are pavilions made of glazed tiles. The sun is shining and shining.

In the center of the pavilion, there are gray and white stone tables and stools, which can be used to take a break in the pavilion. Beneath the pavilion, a winding stone path paved with cobblestones, stretches to the pavilion.

The afternoon wind blew, and it was a little hot. Mrs. Tang sat on the stone bench, she looked at the scenery of the garden, but her expression was absent-minded.

The stone table is filled with small snacks, and there are many varieties of them. There was also a pot of tea.

Mrs. Tang was dumbfounded, picked up a small snack and unconsciously put it into her mouth.

Yahuan, who was waiting closely, stood behind her in a regular manner, gently shaking the fan in her hand, driving away the flying insects for her, and dissipating the hot air.

At this hour, Master Tang, as in the past, was sleeping. And Mrs. Tang came to the garden alone after lunch.

Madame Tang was silent, her face twisted into a ball, as if she was upset. I don't know how long it took for her to throw away the snacks in her hand, waved her hand impatiently at Yahuan and said, "Go, go!" Retire! ”

Yahuan raised her eyes to look at her face, and sensed that the flames were about to rise, so she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and hurriedly retreated.

In the eye, not far from the pavilion, Miss Tang was alone, she walked slowly from the pavilion of the building, along the curved stone road.

Miss Tang walked in front of her, and when she saw that her mother looked displeased, she approached Mrs. Tang and snuggled up to her. The well-behaved look smiled and asked, "What's the matter with my mother's worries?" But worried about that girl entering the house? ”

"That girl enters the Tang Mansion, in the future, I will have to compete with you for family wealth..."Mrs. Tang was worried, stroked her arm, and said in a worried tone.

Mrs. Tang hid what was behind Miss Tang back then, and only mentioned the family property dispute.

Hearing Mrs. Tang's words, Miss Tang stood up, she was squeamish, and said in an arrogant tone, "That girl has entered the mansion, give some color and take a look!" In the future, if she fights for family wealth, I will not rely on it! ”

"What's the use of you not obeying? Whether she fights or not, your father will also share the family wealth with her. Mrs. Tang looked at her daughter, and was very helpless about her innocent words, and shook her head with a smile.

Miss Tang listened to this and was silent for a long time. She seemed to be thinking about something, and only said after a while, "Mother, why don't you think of a clever plan to expel her from the Tang Mansion?" ”

Mrs. Tang looked at Miss Tang and nodded with a smile on her face. But I was thinking in my heart, how can it be expelled? Leave no future when necessary! But don't tell your daughter about it first, so as not to do anything bad to her.

Seeing Mrs. Tang smiling and silent, Miss Tang couldn't help but pursed her lips and asked Mrs. Tang unhappily, "Why doesn't my mother speak?" It's a plan that my daughter came up with, isn't it good enough? ”

"My daughter is smart. Compared with the mother, it is more than that! This wonderful method is not worth it! When Mrs. Tang saw her pouting, she knew that she was very disappointed in her heart, and hurriedly praised her with a smile.

When Miss Tang heard the praise, her face suddenly turned gloomy, she squinted with a smile, and said to Mrs. Tang, "You are my mother, I am like a mother with this talent." ”

"Look, wait for that girl to enter the house, she looks good! I've long since looked at her unpleasantly. I have never forgotten the loss she gave me! When Miss Tang mentioned Song Lian, her face showed dissatisfaction again. is so angry, as if she can't hate, she will be rectified at this time.

Mrs. Tang smiled indifferently, slowly stood up from the stone bench, twisted Miss Tang's face lightly, and said to her in a loving voice, "My mother and daughter, I can't be angry with a little girl." With the talents of my mother and mother, no matter how wonderful the method is, she will enter the house, but I am afraid that it will be easy to get in and want to leave! ”

When Miss Tang heard this, she couldn't help but smile knowingly with Mrs. Tang. Miss Tang stepped forward with a smile and took Mrs. Tang's arm. The two of them, with light steps, slowly walked towards the pavilion.

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The night was deep and silent. Song Lian was alone, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the family heirloom jade pendant tightly. Her eyes, focused on the jade pendant, did not move for about an hour.

I will enter the Tang Mansion tomorrow, but I am disturbed in my heart. Although I have planned in my heart, how to seek justice for my mother. I just don't know what kind of situation I will encounter when I enter the Tang Mansion? ……

Senior Brother Xiao Yao returned to Xuanwumen and has not yet returned to the rivers and lakes. I want to enter the Tang Mansion, but I haven't told him yet. Song Lian thought to himself, hoping that after that, if he was in trouble, his senior brother would be able to protect him secretly as usual and suddenly appear.

She suddenly remembered Fan Yin again. I hope that he in his heart can recover the exclusive "Jingyang Secrets" as soon as possible. It's a pity that he has been haunted by family grievances and can't accompany him for the time being.

Song Ke seemed to be smiling happily in the past few days, but Song Lian didn't know what he felt in his heart.

Sang Niang came during the day and asked to enter the house with Song Lian. Song Lian just wanted to enter alone, but she couldn't stand Sang Niang's request and promised her to enter the house together.

Song Lian knew in his heart that once he entered the tiger's den, it would be dangerous and difficult. Mrs. Tang can be ruthless and kill her own mother. Since I entered the house this time, I have entered, the wolf's den and the tiger's den! Mrs. Tang is insidious and vicious, how can she be a fuel-efficient lamp?

She looked away from the jade pendant and looked out the dark window. It's pitch black in the eyes, and it seems to be thick that can't be dissolved.

After thinking for a while, as if remembering something, Song Lian moved her steps and walked to Song Ke's bedroom.

With her light steps, she stayed in front of the door, leaned against the doorrail, tilted her head and squinted at it, and Song Ke, who was sleeping, was lying with her back to the wall. Song Lian looked at it for a long, long time, and then quietly left again.

Song Ke, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly turned around slowly and sideways after she left. He looked out the door, and a tear fell from his cloudy eyes.