Pe'er's knees went limp, and she almost didn't kneel. Her eyes widened in disbelief, the old man actually compared Song Lingyue to an old lady, isn't this saying that she has the demeanor of being a housewife?

Compared with Pei'er, Song Lingyue was even more surprised. She thought that saying anything this time would also make Song Xuanran's good impression of her ruined, but she didn't expect that not only did she not lose, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

The brain circuits of the ancients are really unusual.

"If Tong'er was three points like you back then, maybe she would ......" Speaking of his deceased wife, Song Xuanran couldn't help but show some sadness on his face, which made people unbearable.

However, in an instant, Song Xuanran stopped the sad look on his face, and his sharp gaze fell on Pei'er beside him.

That gaze was like a sharp blade, and Pei'er couldn't help but shiver.

In the next second, I heard Song Xuanran speak indifferently:

"Pei'er, did you hear what Miss Song said just now? Go find a housekeeper to receive the punishment yourself, and from today you will be a rough girl, responsible for the backyard sprinkling. ”

After he said this, he didn't even look at Pe'er's face, which had turned completely pale.

"Sir! Master! Pei'er fell to her knees with a puff, "Please, for the sake of the first lady I once served, bypass the slave maid this time." ”

Her cry was sharp and piercing, making people's scalps tingle.

Song Lingyue was a little unbearable, and just wanted to open her mouth to persuade her, but she heard that Song Xuanran had already given an order, and asked the little maid waiting outside the door to pull Pei'er out directly, ignoring her ghost crying wolf howl.

Huan'er on the side trembled, biting his lip and not daring to say a word.

"You haven't freshened up yet, have you? Then I'll wait for you in the front hall. Song Xuanran raised the corners of his lips, outlining a shallow and gentle arc, as if the ruthless man who ordered Pei'er to be dragged down just now was not him at all.

Turning around to leave, his eyes fell on Huan'er's pale face, he smiled, it was still like a spring breeze, but it made Song Lingyue feel a chill in her heart.

"Take good care of Miss Song."

This sentence is said to Huan'er.

"Song, Miss Song, the slave is waiting for you to freshen up." Huan'er's fingers were trembling, holding a mahogany comb and combing Song Lingyue's long hair one by one, not even daring to breathe.

Song Lingyue opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything, just sat there quietly, letting Huan'er dress her up.

Walking through the small cross-courtyard, Song Lingyue met Qi Mo on the verandah.

"Why is your face so ugly early in the morning?" Qi Mo noticed that Song Lingyue's face was a little pale.

Song Lingyue reluctantly smiled at him, told Qi Mo what happened in the morning, and said in great despair: "I thought that I would make him angry by pretending to be rude and domineering, but I didn't expect him to be angry at all, but he praised me!" This, this! ”

Song Lingyue couldn't go on, she just felt that she was probably not on the same channel as Song Xuanran's brainwaves.

"No wonder." Qi Mo pursed the corners of his lips, "You made a mistake, I'm afraid he won't be able to let go." After that, he gave Song Lingyue a blank look.

"What do you mean?" Song Lingyue's heart tightened, she made such a fuss in the morning, she really thought that Song Xuanran looked like a good gentleman on the outside, but if it really angered him, he didn't even care about the slightest old love.

"I've been inquiring with the people in the house for the past two days, do you know that he has been married before?" Song Lingyue didn't show the slightest look of surprise, Qi Mo knew that she already knew, and shook her shoulders and said:

Those subordinates said that after Song Xuanran and his father died, the Song family scolded Mrs. Song Kefu and wanted to expel her from the Song family ancestral hall, not worthy of being the daughter-in-law of the Song family, so they had to embezzle most of the property. Song Xuanran, as the sister-in-law of the Song family, could have stayed in the clan, but he chose to leave with his mother. When the two of them left the Song Mansion, it can be said that they were poor and white, and the only property left was a wasteland near Fairy Peak. ”

Song Lingyue frowned, and the beautiful Hibiscus showed an unbearable look on her face, "But what does this have to do with the young lady?" ”

"Then you'll have to listen to me slowly." Qi Mowan smiled, and then his expression converged and became serious, "Maybe the Song family's mother and son should not die, although that wasteland can't grow any food, it has grown a camellia called Eighteen Arhats." ”

The camellia was beautiful, and it was taken by a wealthy merchant who passed by, and he gave the Song family's mother and son five hundred taels to buy it. I have to say that Song Xuanran is very business-minded, and he relied on the five hundred taels of silver to create today's huge family business. ”

Speaking of this, Qi Mo couldn't help but bring three points of admiration, it is not difficult for the Jedi to be reborn, it is rare that the Jedi are reborn and the Jedi can fight back, ordinary people have spent all their experience just by being reborn as a Jedi, and they will even sink into the past failures and not be able to get out.

It can also be seen from this that Song Xuanran should be a person with a strong heart, a brain, and will not give in easily.

"And then?" Song Lingyue was completely attracted to attention, and her gaze involuntarily fell on Qi Mo's face.

Later, when the children were in love and the heroes were short of breath, he met the woman she wanted to stay with for the rest of his life, and then he married him.

However, the young lady was said to be a gentle woman like water, and at that time, Song Xuanran had to run around in order to do business, so she and the old lady could only be left in the mansion.

"Those people in the clan saw that the mother and son of the Song family were doing well, so they naturally wanted to come and get a piece of the pie.

"The young lady's soft temperament has not been less, and after a long time, the young lady has become sensitive and suspicious, cautious, for fear of being caught in the wrong place by the clan. But the more she was like this, the more the people of the clan stared at her. ”

With Qi Mo's eloquent words, Song Lingyue already understood a little, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "That girl just attaches too much importance to these feudal traditions, what clan is not a clan, has been abandoned, and she still needs to care about so much." ”

Qi Mo said: "I'm afraid that Song Xuanran thinks the same way in his heart, he can't help but think when he sees you, if his first wife can be as tough as you, maybe he won't be subjected to so much torture." ”

"It's not because of him that his wife is suffering! A bunch of jackals, tigers and leopard-like relatives, besieging a little sheep, can they not be gnawed? Song Lingyue rolled her eyes regardless of her image, and while carrying the stone at her feet, she said nonchalantly:

"If it were me, in the face of such a complicated family environment as the man, I wouldn't even think about him, and I wouldn't be interested in wasting time and life with a bunch of strangers."

She lowered her head and kicked the stone, not noticing at all that Qi Mo, who was following her, pursed her thin lips into a straight line, and a trace of worry crossed his eyes.

"So full, so full!" Song Lingyue ate three pieces of silver silk white and a bowl of eight-treasure porridge in a row, and then put down the chopsticks with satisfaction, and smiled at the old lady Song on the side:

"Old lady, your cook's skills are really good, this silver silk cake is fragrant and crispy, and it is delicious."

"If you like to eat. This silver silk cake is Qiu Niang's specialty, a bite turns crispy, and the teeth and cheeks are fragrant. Not only silver silk cakes, but she also makes jujube paste cakes, sugar ears, sour jujube cakes, and pea cakes, which she makes the most authentic. Old Madam Song smiled and answered with Song Lingyue.

Song Lingyue's eyes rolled, she shook the old man's arm, and said in a coquettish tone: "Can I meet this Qiu Niang, this silver silk cake is really delicious, I also want to learn it." ”

"What's so difficult about this, I'll tell you to go down in a while, and let her teach you herself." Old Madam Song shaved Song Lingyue's nose dotingly, and her pity was overflowing.

"Mother, isn't it time to go?" Song Xuanran coughed twice, breaking this warm touch.

"I almost forgot." Old Madam Song slapped her forehead, "Then you should go quickly, come back early, don't be seen by Yan Yatou, you know?" ”

"Well, I'm going to go." Song Xuan got up and retired.

"Old lady, where is Brother Xuanran going?" Song Lingyue asked curiously.

"Ugh." Old Madam Song shook her head and sighed: "Ran'er is a hard-working person, he is going to the Fairy Peak in the back mountain to incense his daughter-in-law." This child's life is really miserable, I never dreamed that someone could take care of him instead of me. ”

Old Madam Song patted the back of Song Lingyue's hand, and the implication was quite strong.

The curvature of Song Lingyue's face was about to stiffen at the corners of her lips, and she now felt that maybe it was a wrong decision to come to Song Mansion to escape the summer.

Song Lingyue rubbed her cheeks, relaxed her muscles, and burst into a bright smile, squatting at the feet of Mrs. Song, innocent:

"Brother Xuanran is not young, it's time to find someone who knows his roots to take care of him."

When Mrs. Song heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up, but she heard the second half of Song Lingyue's eyes dimmed again:

"If the old lady can trust me, I, as a sister, will try my best to help Brother Xuanran find a place."

"Silly girl." Old Madam Song patted her cheek lightly, "What are you looking for?" Don't you just ......"

Without waiting for Old Madam Song to finish speaking, Song Lingyue spoke first:

"Old Madam Song, I lost my father and mother a long time ago, and I can be described as an ominous person. In order to pull my younger brother, I am a sister and a mother, but, who can understand, in fact, I also long for someone to care for me, take care of me, and I also long for a home. ”

Old Madam Song patted the back of Song Lingyue's hand lovingly, "Good girl, I have really suffered you all these years, if you are willing, this Song Mansion will be your home in the future, and I will be your mother." ”

Song Lingyue raised her sleeve and wiped her eyes, and immediately burst into tears, and plunged into the arms of Mrs. Song: "Godmother!" ”

As soon as this sentence 'godmother' came out, Mrs. Song immediately realized that it was bad!

She was 108,000 miles away from Song Lingyue's thoughts, she thought, didn't Song Lingyue say that she longed to have a home? Isn't it a family that married into their Song family and became a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?

But as soon as this sentence of 'godmother' came out, Song Xuanran's identity was determined to be 'brother'.

Once they really recognize their godparents, the relationship between brother and sister is equivalent to being solid, and it is not easy to change it.

"I, I...... I don't ......," Mrs. Song was nervous and began to stutter.