Mrs. Song had a monstrous hatred in her heart, if she could, she really wanted to dig up Jiang Huiru's bones and whip her, cursing Jiang Huiru for reincarnation in the life and life of the beast.

But no matter how much Mrs. Song hated, she had to admit the fact that she had no right to speak in front of Song Ge Lao at all.

And Jiang Huiru's early death made Song Ge Lao unable to forget her goodness.

The living will never be able to fight the dead!

Wife, always pressing the steproom!

"What the master said is that my sister Fubo failed to give birth to a sister-in-law for the master, and now that she has adopted an adopted son, it should also be in my sister's name, so that my sister's spirit in the sky can rest in peace." Mrs. Song pretended to be generous.

But who can know that Mrs. Song's heart is bleeding and has flowed into a river.

"It's not too early, you should rest early." Song Ge Lao said this coldly, and left without looking back, without caring about Mrs. Song at all, let alone the slightest guilt.

When Song Ge Lao's back disappeared in front of him, Mrs. Song had already shed tears, and there was hatred and anger in her red eyes that could not be vented!

"You only have Jiang Huiru in your heart, what am I Zhang Zhenqi? Is a woman who has been dead for so many years worthy of your protection? Song Hongxian, you are so ruthless! Mrs. Song picked at the door frame, her nails were broken and bleeding without realizing it.

Caixia was originally going to make tea, but when she came back, she saw her wife doing this, and she knew that Song Ge had left.

Mrs. Jiasong's nails were broken, and she hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Madame, why torture yourself, let the slave and maid treat the wound for you, stop the bleeding and bandage it first." ”

Mrs. Song didn't reply, but the hatred in her eyes gradually dissipated.

Coldly glaring at Caixia, who lowered her head to stop the bleeding for her, she suddenly withdrew her hand and turned back to the flower hall.

Caixia didn't dare to anger Mrs. Song, so she only went to get the medicine box and asked Mrs. Song to calm down for a while.

"Huh." Mrs. Song sneered and smashed all the eye-catching porcelain, but the depression in her heart could not dissipate.

The mess all over the ground did not make Mrs. Song feel much better, and her eyes fell coldly in the direction of the courtyard where Song Ge Lao lived, as if she had been quenched with poison.

If Mrs. Song always has true feelings for Song Ge, then it is replaced by hatred at this moment.

"Since I've done so much and you still can't see my goodness, then don't blame me for doing something that makes you regret! Song Hongxian, you forced me, you forced me! Mrs. Song muttered.

The endless hatred made her lose her mind, and she just wanted to take revenge on Song Ge Lao.

Song Zhiyuan also knew what Song Ge Lao meant, but he didn't feel happy.

If the youngest son is adopted, it is nothing, and it is not a glorious thing for him to change his identity after he has already married a wife.

At least there will be many people who think that he is for Pantu's wealth and wealth, and in order to borrow the power of the old mansion, he will not be able to straighten his waist and be a man in this life.

But Song Zhiyuan doesn't care about this, as long as he can achieve his goal, he would rather be poked in the backbone for the rest of his life.

But Song Zhiyuan didn't want Song Li to make any more trouble, so he told her about it, so as not to do something that Song Li shouldn't do again, so that he would lose his efforts.

"Really? Does Elder Ge really want you to succeed? When Song Li heard this, he immediately smiled, and he had the face of a villain.

It's just that Song Li is a flower, and it can only be a dog's tail flower, and that ugly face will only be more scary when he laughs.

But Song Li didn't realize it, he couldn't close his mouth at all when he was happy, and he actually looked at Song Zhiyuan a lot more pleasing to the eye, but he still felt that he was a head above Song Zhiyuan, after all, she was the daughter of the official family.

And even if Song Zhiyuan was inherited under the old name of Song Ge, he couldn't erase the fact that his father was a merchant, and he was a concubine.

"For the sake of you finally having some ability, don't sleep in the study today." Song Li said with a cheerful attitude.

Song Zhiyuan's body stiffened, but he would rather sleep in the study.

But there are some things, Song Zhiyuan can't be unscrupulous, so he doesn't intend to refuse.

"Although my uncle and I have a mouthful, as long as there is no official announcement for a day, there may be variables. These days, you must not mention it in front of others, especially in front of your aunt, and you must lower your posture......" Song Zhiyuan was afraid that Song Li would get carried away, so he explained a few words.

Song Li waved his hand impatiently, pulled down his face and said, "Okay, give you a few colors and open a dyeing workshop, you can't treat me as a fool?" I know this in my heart, and if you are verbose, go to sleep in the study. ”

Song Zhiyuan really wanted to get up and leave, but he was afraid that Song Li's would be unhappy and something bad would happen, so he had to keep his mouth shut.

When getting along with this kind of woman, saying a word more is to find guilt.

However, Song Zhiyuan also knew that such days would not be too long, as long as he endured the days of formal succession, he would no longer need to bow down.

"Lotus, go prepare hot water, and serve my aunt to bathe and change clothes first. The smell of sweat on this body, I don't know, I think it's a merchant walking the streets. Song Li covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and said with a look of disgust.

Song Zhiyuan's face changed slightly, but he still endured it and did not have a seizure.

The lotus replied, glanced at Song Zhiyuan, and couldn't help but feel some sympathy in her heart.

His own master has always been an arrogant master, and my uncle has suffered it in his life.

Not to mention the matter of the Song family, Song Yao's second painting has been completed for eight points, and he finally let go of his tense nerves.

To be on the safe side, the first finished work had been placed in the Red Sleeves' room, and the Dark Guard had to keep an eye on it.

Even if someone did destroy it, she would not have thought that she would put the painting in the next person's room.

As for the newly painted paintings, they were placed in Song Yao's room, and they only needed to be polished again, and then the inscription was completely finished.

However, Song Yao didn't plan to hand over the work so soon, she still wanted to stay at home for a few more days, the home was much more comfortable than the palace, and more importantly, it was safe.

Ping Xue said that she would come over to check the progress in ten days, so Song Yao deliberately left some unfinished.

"Son, my mother is going to go out for a little bit of business today, you stay at home and do your homework. Wait for my mother to come back and bring you good things. Song Yao planned to go out, and before leaving, she deliberately asked Song Yuanbao to say something, which could be regarded as appeasement.

Although Song Yuanbao was a little reluctant, he still asked: "Does my mother want to buy me food, or do you want to buy fun?" ”

"Buy them all." Song Yao said generously.

"Then be careful, come back early after finishing your errands." Song Yuanbao is sensible.

"Good boy." Bent down and kissed Song Yuanbao, Song Yao turned around and left.

If you want to go out today, you do have something serious to do, but you don't have to throw Song Yuanbao down.

It's just that Song Yao wants to inspect the market and take Song Yuanbao with her, afraid that he will be bored, and it will be tiring to toss for a day, Song Yao is reluctant to let her son suffer.

It's dog days now, and it's uncomfortable for adults to walk against the sun, in case Song Yuanbao suffers from heat stroke, it's not good.

In order to make it easier to go out, Song Yao deliberately went back to the room to change into men's clothes, and only brought red sleeves and Qingshan out.

Of course, the secret guard or something will follow and protect in the dark.

After all, the capital is an imperial city, so the hierarchy is very obvious, and it is absolutely not allowed to use money transactions to break this rule.

The most central part of the capital is the Imperial Palace, which has not changed in all dynasties.

One is to show the royal dignity, and the other is to be on the safe side.

Once there is a rebellion in the capital, the capital is a city within a city, with an extra layer of protection.

On the south side of the palace, there is a residential area for the emperor's relatives, where the scenery is beautiful, not to mention the mountains and rivers, and the climate is slightly different.

Naturally, this royal relative is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and it is said that the mansion of the Nine Emperor Uncles is the largest and best, and even the royal palace cannot be compared.

Dongcheng District, on the other hand, is the residence of dignitaries and dignitaries, where there are century-old families and dignitaries in the capital.

There were also some vacant houses, most of which belonged to the state, and the emperor would choose one of them when he was happy to give an official a house.

As for why those houses are empty, no one talks about it.

It is better for the officials to return to their hometowns and return the house to the court or sell it.

The more barren ones are those officials who have been demoted to official positions, or exiled or had their homes raided, and their mansions have long been searched, and the confiscated mansions have no one to take care of them.

Xicheng District is the generation where Song Yao lives, mainly where the rich are located.

Of course, there are also some scholarly families, or some excellent housekeepers and stewards who buy a small house here, but there are not many cases of mixed living.

In this era of things gathering people by like, choosing neighbors is the key to pricing.

As for the Beicheng District, half of it is a training ground, half of it is ordinary people, and at the junction is the slums of the capital.

In any era, in any city, such a situation is unavoidable, and the same is true in the capital.

As for those yamen, they are located on both sides of the Nancheng District, and it is convenient to arrive in time once the emperor's relatives have something to do.

Of course, there is no lack of surveillance.

If Song Yao wants to do business, especially to make money from the rich, he has to choose shops in the most prosperous section of Xicheng District, or the three commercial streets in the middle of the East and West Districts.

It's just that the central area is high-end consumption, but the shops are also hard to find, and it is in vain to have silver.

Yes, after Song Yao walked around, she returned to the West District.

"Red Sleeves, what do you think of this area, if it is a roast duck business?" Song Yao asked.

In the busy street, I couldn't find a shop to sell or exchange, so I had to retreat and go another street.

Although the business of this street is also very prosperous, compared with the previous streets, the business is a little worse, and even the price is different.

"Slaves and maids often hear that the fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and if Madame's roast duck comes out, even if it is a little more remote, someone will come to buy it." Redsleeves is still very confident in this.

"That being said, if you can put a shop on the main street, the business will be better and the price will be raised." Song Yao said with some regret: "I still have too few contacts, and I want to do it alone, so finding a shop is a headache." ”

After thinking for a while, Red Sleeves said with a smile: "Madame doesn't have to worry about sales, even if the shop is a little more biased, there is no need to compromise on this price." Those big families who like to eat roast duck will send people to buy it. There is a young master to help his wife do publicity, are you afraid that there will be no business to come to your door? ”

Only then did the business remember that when Song Yuanbao feasted on that day, his friends were extremely satisfied with the roast duck.

And the roast duck taken away by the little master was also recognized by the family, but it made Qinghai work hard several times, and was busy making roast duck to send favors to Song Yuanbao.

"Let's go, let's go two streets back, and there will be a wine fragrance that is not afraid of deep alleys." Song Yao's eyes suddenly brightened, and she had a new plan in her heart, so she didn't bother with the matter of the shops on the street.

Red Sleeves followed Song Yao's side, but she didn't understand what Song Yao meant, but she didn't ask, she believed that the master must have figured out something, and he would solve her doubts later.