"Summer solstice is boring in the wedding room. The janitor outside the door didn't seem to notice the change of people, and was still chatting leisurely, but this was also a good thing, at least there was no chaos for the time being. I don't know what happened to Su Mo and Mrs. Wu, I hope it will be good news.

On the dresser, Xia Zhi noticed a quaint wooden box. In the pile of glittering dowry, it seems even more unflowing. The box was not locked, and Xia Zhi opened it curiously, and there were several boxes of rouge gouache and a stack of letters in the box. It seems to be a letter sent by Liang Xu to Rouge when he traveled all over the world. Heh, Su Mo still brought these over, it seems that he hasn't completely put them down. However, now that Liang Xu has gone away with Luo Li, these rouge gouaches and letters are probably Su Mo's last thoughts.

Looking at the things in the lower room, the red silk was still hanging alone on the beam, and it didn't look like it was intentional. Summer Solstice got up and stood on the stool to untie the knot of the red silk so that it could be removed.

From the sturdiness of the red silk knot, you can get a glimpse of Su Mo's determination to break it. It took a long time for the summer solstice to loosen and untie the dead knot. Just as I was feeling a little happy, the door was violently pushed open, and a few drunken men broke in.

The two camps were opposed, Xia Zhi stood on the chair condescendingly, and several big men on the opposite side looked up in confusion, and the whole picture was still for a few seconds. Then one of the big men reacted and yelled,

When several other big men heard this, they rushed towards the summer solstice.

This is going to be impacted, and if you don't die, you will be half crippled, Xia Zhi hurriedly grabbed the red silk with both hands, and swung it to the side with the help of his arm strength. The big men threw themselves into the air and fell into a ball, screaming and screaming.

The summer solstice spun in a circle and landed in a safe range.

When Mrs. Wu entered the door, she saw such a scene.

Mrs. Wu didn't look strange and sat down calmly. Su Mo followed behind him, bowing his head and not speaking. Summer Solstice couldn't tell if this was good news or bad news for a while.

Mrs. Wu is nearly middle-aged, looking at her kind eyes. Her hair was meticulously combed, with a lot of silver hair interspersed between her black hair, but she didn't care at all. The hair bun is a simple hosta, dignified and luxurious. A dark purple dress, cut close to the body, with fine stitches, it can be seen that it is customized by a famous artist. Between the gestures is a sense of maturity and stability after the wind and rain. The mere fact that such an old woman sat there naturally exuded a sense of majesty. Not only Xia Zhi and the little guys present, but even the few big men who broke into the wedding room stopped their screams and stayed aside.

Mrs. Wu turned her face to look at the big men, and said with a smile,

The woman named Qiuhua, who looked like a steward, stood up and made a gesture of invitation to several big men. How dare the big men disobey, and followed Qiuhua with their tails between their legs.

The little housekeeper was also sent down, and only Mrs. Wu and the housekeeper Qiuyang, Su Mo, and Xia Zhi were left in the room.

Mrs. Wu looked at the red silk fluttering on the beam, looked at Su Mo, and then looked at Xia Zhi, and raised her chin slightly to signal. The steward Qiu Yang stepped forward eye-catchingly, took down the red silk, folded it neatly and put it aside, and the whole set of clouds and water did not have any cumbersome movements. The style of the steward under him is concise, and it can be seen that Mrs. Wu is not bad.

Mrs. Wu asked.

Xia Zhi wasn't sure if he had helped, but he answered the safest answer at this time, so he nodded

Mrs. Wu continued to ask.

Xia Solstice answered truthfully.

Mrs. Wu's tone suddenly became a little harsh, but she still maintained a kind smile on her face.

Xia Zhi felt shuddered, and sure enough, the hostesses who were in charge of the big families, none of them were fuel-efficient lamps.

Su Mo was anxious, and hurriedly stood up to speak for Xia Zhi.

Mrs. Wu said paradoxically,

Su Mo knelt down and kowtowed in front of Mrs. Wu.

Mrs. Wu sighed, and then said slowly,

With this startled way of speaking, Xia Zhi only felt a chill behind him. It seems that Mrs. Wu is not as kind as she seems, although I heard the matchmaker say that Mrs. Wu likes Rouge's play, it does not necessarily mean that she also likes Rouge under the stage, especially Rouge's identity is still the ninth aunt of Wu's house. It is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines in the eyes of the world, but as the hostess of the Wu Mansion, this is not something to be happy about. Xia Zhi couldn't grasp Mrs. Wu's mentality, and was always worried that if Su Mo stayed in Wu's mansion, her life might not be much better.

Mrs. Wu asked Qiuyang to invite Old Man Wu. After a long time, Mr. Wu was late, and after entering the door, he greeted Mrs. Wu first.

Old Man Wu looked at the few people standing in the room, but the marriage bed that was originally the bride sitting was empty, and the red wedding dress and hijab were neatly placed next to the bed.

Old Man Wu seemed to have drunk a lot, and his reaction was a little sluggish.

Mrs. Wu raised her chin.

Old Man Wu squinted, looked at Su Mo and Xia Zhi, and then said with a smile,

Mrs. Wu said neatly.

Su Mo picked a few classic rouge singing passages and sang them again.

Old Man Wu's eyes gradually widened as he listened, and he stared as if he was about to have a stroke, pointing at Su Mo's hand and shaking, "