Chapter 84: Xiao Zhaoyang's Death
She stuffed Ah Yang into Jiang Meici's arms, "Help me take care of it." ”
With that, he lifted the hem of his skirt and pushed the door into the house.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw Xiao Huo holding her head, and there was a piece of paper in front of her, which was full of words.
I grunted in my heart for no reason.
This...... Does it really have anything to do with her?
"Coming?" Xiao Huo asked depressedly, his tone was low, "The old man is old, and when he encounters something annoying, he has to be angry for a while, and I don't know how much this anger can reduce my lifespan." ”
"What is Grandpa Huo thinking about?" Song Jingshu asked cautiously, turned around and sat down.
Someone must have said all the bad things about her behind her back and passed it on to her grandfather to slander her.
No, before her identity is revealed, she has to make a name for herself and change her image in her grandfather's mind!
"I have also been derelict in my duties over the years, because I dare not face the past, so I have not dared to inquire about everyone about my daughter, and I have not fulfilled the accusations of my elders. I don't know it's okay not to investigate, but I almost didn't get half angry with me! ”
"I have a little granddaughter, I hugged her when I was a child, and her are whirring and cute. I haven't seen my daughter since she had an accident. My granddaughter was only 10 years old at the time, and today my subordinates have given me the results of the inquiries about my granddaughter, which records everything she has done since she was a child. Oh, it's the ...... on the table."
"And then?" Song Jingshu glared, thinking to herself that she still needs to watch? She doesn't know what this person looks like when he dies!
Don't think about it, the strange things that the original owner did were reported one by one.
What kind of world is this, even when she was a child, she can inquire clearly!
Xiao Huo sighed, "I didn't expect her to grow up in such an environment since she was a child, and she would look like this." ”
"I heard that something happened to her recently, she was almost framed by her aunt in the house, and lost her life, and my son-in-law is worse than my son."
He shook his head as he spoke, hating the way that iron does not become steel.
Song Jingshu heard these words and affirmed Grandpa Huo's identity on the spot.
This is definitely her own grandfather!
The information on the table, and the matter of the aunt just mentioned, everything matches her, so the son and son-in-law of this nest can't be talking about the current saint and her father, right?
It was about the saint, she didn't dare to answer, and after carefully browsing through the information, she whispered, "That, is it possible, it's all some misunderstanding?" ”
"Misunderstanding? Are you saying that my granddaughter's Chinese New Year's Eve stay in Qinglou is a misunderstanding, or is it a misunderstanding that she was framed by her aunt? ”
"It seems to be, no misunderstanding."
"Is it a misunderstanding to listen to the words of the concubine at home, or is it a misunderstanding that you don't want to learn to read and write, and it is a misunderstanding to sing and dance?"
"This ...... There doesn't seem to be any misunderstanding. Song Jingshu shrunk her neck, the original owner really didn't want to learn these things.
As soon as a master came to the door, she would always use all kinds of methods to send people out, and finally became notorious, and no master dared to come to teach her.
It is precisely because of this that when the saint, in order not to fall into the tongue, he specially used the words given to the Song Mansion a place in the Royal Academy to give the original owner the opportunity to study, and the original owner would not hesitate to give the opportunity to Aunt Shen, who had been ready to move.
This kind of thing sounds ridiculous to say, but if you ask if it's true, it seems that everything is true.
The more Song Jingshu listened, the more she wanted to give herself a knife.
No, to be precise, the original master knife!
"So my grandfather did something wrong, and if I had taken my granddaughter with me when she died, she wouldn't be like this now. I shouldn't trust the words of bastard sons and sons-in-law, believing that they can educate people well. ”
Xiao Huo shook his head, "You say, is my grandfather extremely incompetent, my granddaughter must hate me and don't like me anymore." ”
He can only remember the little ball when he was a child, and the little girl who fell in front of Zhaoyang's grave crying and asked him if his mother would never come back.
I never imagined that more than ten years ago, the little girl who was pampered, could sing and dance, and was very interested in everything, would give up on herself like that, tired of learning and etiquette.
Xiao Huo couldn't help but think of the last words that the little girl said in front of the grave: Is it that as long as I am not obedient, my mother will come back.
probably understands why Song Jingshu is what she is now.
Song Jingshu opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak, because it was not she who endured Xiao Huo for more than ten years and never came back, but the original owner.
Xiao Huo smiled, "I know, it must be so." My granddaughter has suffered a lot over the years, and her personality is the same as my daughter's, and she wants to be strong and public, and she does not like to show her weakness in front of others. She must have had to go to the Qinglou, to win the attention of the people she cared about, and I hope that my daughter can come back to life and discipline her like before......"
Hearing this, Rao is Song Jingshu, who has always disliked the original owner, was also stunned at this time.
Suddenly, I thought of the description in the book, before the original owner was ten years old, she was very fond of new things and loved to learn new things, and at that time she always pestered the eldest princess of Zhaoyang all day long, teaching her all kinds of interesting things.
All the changes were after the death of the eldest princess of Zhaoyang.
The original owner became uninterested in learning anything, became against everyone, and became no longer close to Song Xingyi, only snuggling up to his grandmother.
She no longer cares about the evaluation of her by the people in the capital, and if someone can scold her, she will feel happy.
Song Jingshu used to be like the world, thinking that the original owner was really a guy who didn't know how to be polite and satisfied, but now after his grandfather mentioned it, he suddenly understood everything.
That's not ignorance, it's a desire for love.
When she was ten years old, she longed for love, didn't know how to be polite, pretended to be arrogant, and was slowly imperceptibly transformed by Aunt Shen, and became truly coquettish.
While the two were talking, Jiang Mei, who had been guarding outside the door, frowned, and after taking everything in her ears, she silently turned around and left.
"Your daughter loves the child so much, she must have died of illness, and she had to do so." Song Jingshu deliberately guided the direction of the words, and felt a little curious about this mother-in-law.
If the eldest princess of Zhaoyang knew that after she left, her daughter would be like this, and she would be sad about what she would become.
"It's not that I'm dying of illness," Xiao Huo took a sip of sake and waved his hand, "That's it, the old man will talk to you a few words today." You should also listen to a happy thing, don't take it seriously. ”
His eyes were cold, and he didn't mention the identities of each person, as if he was thinking about something, and looked into the distance.
"My daughter was murdered."
Murder?!
Song Jingshu's eyes widened, and her fists couldn't help but tighten.
Xiao Huo sneered, when he mentioned this matter, the previous warm momentum was gone, and it was replaced by the momentum of the emperor, which made people feel afraid and couldn't help but be frightened.
The cold seems to be able to instantly kill people invisibly.