Chapter Twenty-Five: The "Father" Who Wants to Die to Save Face

But I saw Uncle Fu shaking his head: "Madame is the only daughter in the family, and she has no brothers and sisters. ”

One sentence made Su Baiqiu speechless again, who told her that the ancient people liked to have more children?

"Uncle Fu, then do you know where Mama Li is now?" Qing Qian listened without being distracted at all, and asked anxiously with the last trace of hope.

"Mama Li...... The old slave remembers! ”

Uncle Fu lived up to expectations: "When the eldest lady was young, Mama Li was sent out of the house by Aunt Zhang. But fortunately, the old man remembered that she was also an old servant of the general's mansion, so he instructed the old slave to find her a house in the countryside of Yanyang, and it was convenient to go to the grave for his wife, and gave her a sum of silver to chat with as comfort. ”

"The old slave still remembers the address of the house, and I will write it to the eldest lady. However, Mama Li is still there, so I can't be sure. After Uncle Fu finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the old things were dug up after all. Destiny, you can't prevent it!

After Uncle Fu and Ning Wei left, Su Baiqiu took the note with the address of 'Zhaojia Village, Liuqing Lane, Anyun Town', which was written in the westernmost part of Yanyang North Long Street.

"Miss, I really didn't expect the master to still miss Madame." Qingqian made the bed and said happily.

"Really?" The word 'Chuan' is a little deeper.

"Yes, otherwise how would you have given Mama Li a place to live. Mama Li is the person who has been with Madame for most of her life. ”

"You're wrong." Su Baiqiu stretched out his eyebrows, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a self-deprecating chuckle.

Hearing this, Qing Qian stopped his movements, turned around and looked at the back of his young lady in confusion, and was interrupted first when he was about to speak.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Su Baiqiu seemed to say to himself: "If you really care about it, who will send away the personal slave of the person who used to be by the pillow?" Not to mention that this slave maid is very old, and she still takes care of her young daughter. ”

"Regardless of the affection of the wife, and the cry of the young child, he sent away the old servant just because of the words of the new love. Scold! At this moment, Su Baiqiu felt cold and cold for the mother of the original owner, who gave up comfort and glory to accompany Su Gongcheng to wander the world and sleep in the open air.

"But didn't the master give Mama Li a sum of silver taels and the mansion?" Qing Qian became more and more confused.

"Qingqian, don't you understand when it comes to this?" Su Baiqiu's face was bright and dark under the candlelight: "Their last charity is just to take care of their own face, where is the kindness!" ”

The father-in-law's family has been ruined, and his wife, who has accompanied him through the most difficult times, also died in childbirth. If the old slave is driven out completely, how should he be criticized by Su Gongcheng in Yanyang City and in the hundred officials and courts? Although Su Baiqiu had only seen Su Gongcheng once, that battle made her understand that this so-called father was extremely face-conscious and cared about his official career.

"Qingqian, I'm tired, you can also step back and rest." Thinking of deciding to leave tomorrow to find Mama Li, Su Baiqiu rubbed his eyebrows and said sleepily.

In the early morning of the next day, Su Baiqiu crawled out of the quilt slowly, her eyes squinted slightly, and the soft and slightly messy green silk lined her like a lazy cat.

"Su Baiqiu, you come out for me!" The shrill screams of the women who have been scolding the streets all their lives stopped the idea that the cat just wanted to stretch its waist, and a spirit was excited, and it was trembling!

"Get me out of my clothes!" Aunt Zhang pushed away Qingqian and strode into the house: "You little slut! It's really a long way to learn to steal, isn't it? ”