One

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the Shen Mansion.

On the dense tree-lined path, Shen Qingluo and Nanyun walked one after the other, and they didn't mean to talk.

Xiao Rong lowered his head and followed behind the two, also without saying a word.

This has been going on all the way.

Nanyun had tried to break this embarrassing situation, but he looked at Shen Qingluo's cold face and swallowed the words on his lips.

Ever since the Qiulan incident happened, Shen Qingluo had never looked at him squarely.

As for why, the two people know each other.

"Miss, uncle." Steward Xing stepped forward.

"How is my mother these days?" Shen Qingluo said calmly.

"It's still the same, sober for a while and confused. However, he eats and takes medicine on time every day, and when he is awake, he occasionally talks to the old slave about homely things. Steward Xing said.

Shen Qingluo's heart was sour: "Thanks to you." ”

Steward Xing bent down humbly: "Miss, don't say that." The old slave lost the little master, and he deserved to die. ”

Shen Qingluo sighed: "It's Bao'er's life, I can't blame you." At present, the most important thing is my mother's illness. I came back this time with the intention of taking her away and taking care of her personally, hoping that she could recover soon. ”

Steward Xing was silent.

Walking into the house, a maid was napping on the side, and Mrs. Shen was half-asleep and leaning on the couch, hugging a pillow.

Steward Xing sighed: "It's like this every day, holding the pillow, calling Bao'er for a while, and calling the master for a while." ”

Shen Qingluo slowly approached and called softly: "Mother." ”

Mrs. Shen suddenly opened her eyes and shouted, "Bao'er! ”

Shen Qingluo felt sad in her heart: "Mother, it's me." ”

Mrs. Shen looked at Shen Qingluo in a daze: "You are not Bao'er. ”

Shen Qingluo said softly: "Mother, daughter Qingluo." ”

Mrs. Shen's eyes gradually softened: "Qingluo? ”

Shen Qingluo gently stroked Mrs. Shen's messy hair, and said lovingly: "Mother, do you recognize Qingluo?" ”

Mrs. Shen slowly raised her head, her face suddenly changed, and she exclaimed, "Don't hit me, don't hit me." With a frightened look, he couldn't help but hide in the bed.

Shen Qingluo's tears burst out of her eyes, and she hugged Mrs. Shen: "Mother, no one will beat you." Don't be afraid. ”

Mrs. Shen looked terrified: "I don't know. I don't know anything! ”

Shen Qingluo followed her mother's eyes and looked behind her.

Behind him, Nagumo had a calm face.

Mrs. Shen's eyes, as soon as she touched Nanyun, immediately dodged.

Shen Qingluo looked at Nanyun suspiciously.

It was the first time in a few days that I had met his eyes.

Nanyun smiled: "Mother-in-law's mood is still not very good. ”

Shen Qingluo looked at his face: "What have you done to your mother." ”

Nanyun was stunned and said in surprise: "Why do you say this? ”

Shen Qingluo's voice was very calm: "She seems to be very afraid of you." ”

Nanyun's face sank: "So, you say, what will I do to my mother-in-law?" She is delirious now, she doesn't even know you, how can she know me? ”

Nanyun leaned over and called, "Mother-in-law, do you recognize who I am?" ”

Mrs. Shen said timidly: "Are you Bao'er?" ”

Nanyun looked relieved: "Look. ”

Shen Qingluo was speechless.

"Mother, go with your daughter, okay? My daughter is waiting for you three times a day, okay? Shen Qingluo said.

Mrs. Shen hugged the pillow in her arms tightly: "I'm not leaving, I'm not going anywhere." I'm going to wait for Bo'er to come home. She looked at Nan Yun, timid and hesitant: "I'm afraid he will beat me." ”

Shen Qingluo's heart was shocked, and she looked back suddenly.

What did this man do that made his mother so afraid.

Steward Xing lowered his head on the side.

Shen Qingluo said slowly: "Even if my mother is unwilling, she can't be forced to be a daughter." I'm going to stay a few more days to spend time with my mother. ”

Nanyun nodded and said, "It's okay, I'll pick you up in three days." There are many things at home, and I can't accompany you. If you are pregnant, you should also pay attention to your body. Suddenly remembered something, with a bit of flattery: "In a few days, I will transfer Ah San back to see the house." ”

Shen Qingluo didn't raise her head: "Thank you." ”

Two

Shen Qingluo stared at Steward Xing with a solemn face: "You must know something, you don't have to hide it, tell the truth." There is no one else here. ”

Steward Xing hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Since the death of the old man, my uncle has often come." At first, the old slave didn't pay attention, but later, he gradually felt that something was wrong. ”

Shen Qingluo frowned: "He's still looking for something?" ”

Steward Xing nodded: "Eldest Miss Mingjian." ”

A bitter taste flashed in Shen Qingluo's heart: "He didn't find it, so he threatened my mother." ”

Steward Xing said in a low voice: "Exactly." The old slave felt that if his uncle couldn't find what he needed, he would definitely threaten and ask his wife, which is why his wife was so afraid of him. ”

Shen Qingluo felt a pain in her heart. She could imagine Nanyun's fierce appearance and Madam Shen's frightened expression.

"The old slave can't figure out what he's looking for." Steward Xing said.

"It's a secret ingredient." Shen Qingluo said slowly, "He wants to get the secret recipe for the Shen family's incense." ”

Steward Xing said in a low voice: "It turns out that the eldest lady has long understood in her heart. ”

Shen Qingluo's face was calm and she didn't speak.

Lao Xing hesitated for a moment and said, "What are the plans of the eldest lady?" ”

Shen Qingluo suddenly changed the topic: "My father's lawsuit, Lord Zuo has bothered a lot, and now, Bao'er's affairs still depend on him, I am thinking, how to thank others." It's just that Lord Zuo's sleeves are breezy and silver, and he is afraid of tarnishing his name. Old housekeeper, you immediately go and find a good piece of rice paper, I will write a picture myself, frame it, and give it to Lord Zuo. I don't think Mr. Zuo will refuse. ”

Steward Xing was confused: "Miss, what are you going to write?" ”

Shen Qingluo said lightly: "Zuo Qingtian." ”

Steward Xing was stunned: "This, will it be too flattering?" ”

Shen Qingluo slowly closed her eyes, looking very tired: "Only these three words, those who are officials, will cherish them forever." Do as I say. The sooner the better. ”

Steward Xing replied, "Yes." The old slave must do it. ”

"Put this behind the shrine." I don't know when, Shen Qingluo had an extra booklet in her hand, "Then, if it doesn't show the dew, let him get it." ”

Steward Xing was taken aback: "Miss, what is this?" Did you really give it to him? ”

Shen Qingluo sighed lightly: "If you don't get it, he won't give up." Rather than having a peaceful life, it is better to simply give it to him. ”

Steward Xing looked down at the booklet, almost in disbelief: "Miss, you have to think clearly." The secret recipe of the Shen family is a priceless treasure. ”

Shen Qingluo's eyes were a little complicated: "Don't ask more." After three days, let him get the booklet and try to convince him that it is true. ”

Steward Xing immediately understood and took the booklet: "Don't worry, the old slave will definitely do it." ”

When he was about to go out, Steward Xing seemed to be a little worried, and looked back: "Miss, you have to be careful." Uncle looks like it's not as simple as it looks. ”

Shen Qingluo just closed her eyes and pondered, not knowing if she heard it.

Steward Xing sighed low and gently closed the door.

Shen Qingluo's tears slid down her cheeks.

I don't know when the person next to the pillow has become an opponent of deceit.

Three

Early in the morning, before Shen Qingluo woke up, she heard Xiao Rong calling beside the bed: "Miss, wake up." ”

"Did something happen to my mother?" Shen Qingluo was taken aback.

Last night, I personally boiled medicine for my mother's soup and slept late.

"There was a guy who asked to see Miss early in the morning, saying that there was an urgent matter in the shop." Xiao Rong said.

Shen Qingluo rubbed her temples, a little confused: "Isn't the matter on the counter all the things asked by the master, how did you find here?" Which shop? ”

Xiao Rong said: "He refuses to say, he must meet Miss." ”

Shen Qingluo washed up and instructed, "Tell him to wait." ”

After a stick of incense, Shen Qingluo saw the guy.

The guy said respectfully, "Miss." ”

Shen Qingluo was a little surprised: "Are you?" ”

"The eldest lady doesn't have to care who the villain is, the villain is just a buddy of Ruyi Silk Village." The guy said.

"Oh, Ruyi Silk Village." Shen Qingluo said.

The guy looked at Xiao Rong, and there seemed to be something unspeakable.

"It doesn't matter, but it doesn't hurt to say it." Shen Qingluo's expression was soft.

"Miss, have you ever heard of Tian Futang?" Dude said.

"Tian Futang? Mr. Bookkeeper of Ruyi Silk Village, what I have seen, what's wrong? Shen Qingluo said.

"That's the old emperor's calendar, and he's the shopkeeper now. Miss, you don't know, he's a good friend of the owner. The man was a little indignant, "Since he came, he has ignored us old people. ”

Shen Qingluo smiled slightly, relieved. It turned out that the complaint came.

The guy seemed to have guessed her thoughts: "Miss, we're not complaining, we're just holding grievances for you." ”

"Oh? Sorry for me? ”

Seeing that she didn't care, the guy frowned: "We are here to report the news with a big deal, just because we have been in the Shen family for many years." Believe it or not, it's up to you. ”

Seeing him solemn, Shen Qingluo couldn't help but feel nervous: "What's the matter?" ”

"In the past few days, Nan Xianggong, oh, it is the owner, and the shopkeeper of Hetian has been going back and forth too closely, as if he is plotting something. Shopkeeper Li, oh, it's the account office now, we are still used to calling it that. Shopkeeper Li had an extra heart and listened quietly, it turned out that they planned to transfer all the properties under the name of the eldest lady to the name of the Southern Prime Minister. The guy said angrily.

Shen Qingluo was silent in her heart.

He's finally going to do it.

If it was before, she felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and it was the same between husband and wife.

But now, she doesn't think that way anymore.

Sima Zhao's heart is well known to passers-by.

Even a guy felt angry, so it shows that it is a conspiracy to change the name so deliberately.

First to seize the family property, and then what?

Shen Qingluo shuddered.

"Shopkeeper Li sent me to deliver the letter, and the eldest lady made arrangements early." Dude said.

Shen Qingluo's heart was hot.

An ordinary guy still has the heart of gratitude to repay the Lord, but his husband betrayed him.

"Thank you." She stood up and gave her a slight win.

The guy panicked: "Don't dare to be." After a pause, he said, "Shopkeeper Li said that as long as you make up your mind, no one can help you." ”

Shen Qingluo nodded: "I've been taught." ”

The man gave a salute: "The villain takes his leave." ”

"Ask for your name?" Shen Qingluo said busily.

The guy sighed: "It's just a cheap name, it's useless to talk about it." ”

"It's fine." Shen Qingluo said slowly: "Xiaorong, send off guests on my behalf." ”

After sending the guy away, Xiao Rong stood silently aside, not daring to make a sound.

Shen Qingluo's expression was very serene, and she even gently picked up the flowers in a vase and put them under her snort.

Xiao Rong knew that in the young lady's heart, it must be turbulent at this time.

Sure enough, her hand trembled, and the flower fell to the ground silently.

What flowed through Shen Qingluo's heart was a virtual picture: Nanyun held a stack of contracts, spread them out in front of Shen Wanjin who was in a trance, looked at Shen Wanjin's machinery, and pressed his fingers again and again.

She seemed to hear Nagumo's smug laughter.

If there is no accident, this scene will soon be reproduced in front of him.

She subconsciously grabbed her fingers.

In addition to the secret recipe, he wanted to get more.

Perhaps, what he cares about has never been the child in his womb.