"You mother and daughter haven't seen each other for a few days, so let's go talk for a while."

After Su Luocheng accompanied the two princes to sit down, he said to Su Ran's painting and the third lady who walked at the end.

Su Ranhua didn't think that Su Luocheng would have such a good heart, and he didn't know what You'an's thoughts were, so he glanced at Ximen Hao, and saw that he didn't care about himself at all, so he pulled the third lady without saying a word, turned around and left.

With a stubborn back, everyone in the hall except Ximen Hao and Ximen Yi was stunned, it was obviously a familiar Su Dye painting, but it seemed to have a strange feeling.

Su Ranhua accompanied the three ladies silently and walked hand in hand, and the destination was the location at the corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Miss, the slave has already made tea, you two go back to the house and talk well, Madame hasn't had a good night's sleep these days, so I'm thinking about you!"

Halfway through, a maid greeted her with a warm and sweet smile, very different from the people she had met along the way, who had turned a blind eye to them.

Su Ranhua smiled and nodded at the maid.

"Let's go." The third lady clenched Su Ran's hand and never let go, and spit out two words lightly. The sound seems to come from thousands of years of accumulation, empty and sad.

At this time, the third lady's face was still not very good, with a sickly paleness, and her weak body seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, although she was pulling Su Ranhua, but Su Ranhua felt that she was supporting her, and she was fighting her spirit all the way.

When they came to the third lady's residence, Su Ranhua really wanted to laugh, and she laughed sadly for their mother and daughter.

They are worthy of being mother and daughter, and they each occupy the most remote corner of their husband's house.

However, the situation of the third lady is better than that of Su Ran's paintings. The house is larger than the sycamore house painted by Su Dye, spacious and bright, and the finishing is very comfortable.

"Dye the painting, you've lost weight."

Walking into the house, the third lady looked at Su Ran's painting, and finally couldn't help crying. When she heard the news that Su Ranhua was coming back, Su Luocheng warned her not to lose her temper, and she endured it until she pulled her daughter into this nest that belonged to them, and she dared to let go of her heart.

"Mother." Su Ran painted a noodle and called out this title with difficulty, strange and sweet.

"All right, ma'am, miss." The maid persuaded, "Isn't Miss fine, she will definitely get through." ”

"Okay? How can it be good? The third lady wiped away her tears, "When I heard that I had a miscarriage of dyeing and painting, and I was locked up in the prison of the criminal ward before I had time to recuperate, my heart hurt like a knife. I hid to the side, and when I saw the dyeing and painting of people making footbeds, it was like a hammer nailed to my heart. Although our mother and daughter are not welcomed, since childhood, dyeing and painting have not suffered such grievances! ”

"Ma'am." The maid saw the third lady's rising and falling chest, and she was really afraid that she would be out of breath with sadness, so she hurriedly took a cup of tea and handed it to the third lady, "Take a sip of tea." ”

"Xiao Cui, thank you for being so kind." The third lady adjusted her breathing, took the teacup, and took a sip of hot tea.

"If you are crying, it is better to teach your daughter well."

When the sound fell, Su Luocheng walked into the house, his gloomy face and glaring at Su Ranhua. The scene of returning to the door today has completely disgraced the face of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Although I had long heard how Su Ranhua entered the palace with Ximen Hao yesterday, Su Luocheng didn't expect that Ximen Hao would dare to use this trick when he returned to the door, this is not just to squeeze Su Ranhua on the surface, but to demonstrate arrogantly to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it is a resistance to Su Luocheng forcing him to marry Su Ranhua as a concubine.

She tried her best to marry Su Ran's painting into the Beiwang Mansion, but she made a grizzled return gift. For the stupidity of Su Ran's paintings, how could Su Luocheng not be angry?

Su Ranhua stayed beside the third lady, looking back at Su Luocheng, calm and speechless. I have already seen the true face of this father, and all my emotions are hidden in my heart.

Looking at the quiet Su Dye painting, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that something has changed. Su Luocheng's gaze at Su Ranhua gradually softened, and he snorted coldly, "It's really useless!" ”

"Master, you have also seen today's situation, the king of the north will not like dyeing and painting, find a reason, let the king of the north take a break from dyeing and painting, even if the dyeing painting can't marry for the rest of his life, our mother and daughter will live together." The third lady pleaded, the facts are in front of her, the king of the north is notoriously ruthless, she is willing to let her daughter bear the reputation of being divorced, and she does not want her to be tortured by Ximen Hao.

"How can the daughter of my dignified Prime Minister's Mansion be divorced?" Su Luocheng said angrily, "If you get married, you have to admit it." I've raised her for so many years, and that's the only thing she can do for me. ”

"What a clever man the King of the North is, Dyeing and Painting is no match for him at all." The third lady said, this sentence has been said since Su Luocheng started his plan, and now he can't help but mention it. Su Ran's paintings are carefully simple and kind, how can he know how to win a man's heart, especially a cold man whose heart belongs.

"With your life as a condition, didn't she marry obediently? If she wants to keep you alive, she can only make herself smart. Su Luocheng unexpectedly reached out and clasped the neck of the third lady, and said with a gloomy gaze.

"Sir!" Xiao Cui exclaimed.

"Let her go!" Su Ranhua was stunned and said sharply. She instantly understood that Su Ranhua was forced to marry into the Beiwang Mansion involuntarily, and it is estimated that the "temptation" that Ximen Hao kept saying was all out of this last resort, even if he set a trap for Ximen Hao to marry with Su Luocheng, it should be forced by Su Luocheng.

On the one hand, there is a last resort, and on the other hand, there is cruel disdain. What kind of double pressure and psychosomatic torture did Su Dye paint on the wedding night?

"Heh, I haven't seen you for a few days, and my temper has grown a lot." Su Luocheng shook off the third lady, looked at Su Ran's painting, and covered up the surprise in his heart with a sneer.

"You're too risky with this move." Su Ranhua said coldly, "Even if I want to do what I want, it's really difficult. If you change to Nanwang, it will be much simpler. ”

As soon as he thought of Ximen Yi, Su Ranhua's heart sank a little, thinking about the charming smile, Su Ranhua knew that it was a man who was nostalgic for flowers.

"How can you be worthy of the king of the south?" Su Luocheng shook his goatee and sneered.

Ximen Yi is the bet he chose, naturally he wants to marry the best daughter, and the Su Dye painting made by a slut can only risk death to play with Ximen Hao.

"Do you think my vain sister can be worthy?" Su Ranhua smiled slightly, with disdain on her face, from the observation when she entered the door, she knew that Su Ranqing was not Ximenyi's dish at all, but just a plaything that could be shown off.

"Now it's about you!" Su Luocheng corrected the topic, he left the two princes, and then followed, in order to get some judgments from Su Ranhua at the first time, so as to deal with Ximen Hao correctly.

"Knowing that this move is difficult to move, why do you want to move and refuse to let me go?" Su Ranhua looked at Su Luocheng and asked rhetorically.

Su Luocheng was stunned, Su Ran had cried and made trouble before, but he had never asked him so much, and he still had a sarcastic look. Is this still the same Su Dye painting from before? Or did he ignore this daughter for many years and never really understand her at all?