Xihe stopped, looked her up and down, and opened his lips: "Aunt Mei? It's so late, and you're not resting in the courtyard. What are you doing here? Don't catch the cold in the cold winter."
Aunt Mei still said: "Miss, I have something to tell you."
Xihe pursed her lips and said nothing. The maid suddenly became anxious and took two steps forward to walk to Aunt Mei: "Aunt Mei, it's cold and late at night. If you have anything to say, why don't you say it tomorrow. My young lady has a delicate body and needs to go back to rest. "
"Delicate?"
With a sneer, Aunt Mei looked at Xihe with a smile: "Miss, it's still early and there's still time, but if you insist on refusing to talk to me, the future will be miserable and miserable, so don't blame me for my death." Give you a chance."
The woman's long black hair was tied loosely at the top of her hair, fixed with only a wooden hairpin.
Under her thin willow-leaf eyebrows, there was a pair of eyes filled with fear and uneasiness that even she herself had not noticed. Xihe suddenly smiled, waved the maid with a changed face to retreat, and said with a smile in her voice: "Aunt Mei, how are you doing, my second brother? "
Aunt Mei's expression changed instantly: "You!"
Xihe shook his sleeves, and the dim light reflected his clear outline: "Dad has always cared deeply for the second brother, hoping that he would gain fame and shine on his family. Now, although the eldest brother is back and he is taking care of the second house, the second brother's studies are not as good as before." You can’t be left behind, right?”
"Zichang's career is not enough to rely on one person. The second brother is pure and kind..."
He raised his head and looked straight into her frightened eyes, saying meaningfully, "Auntie, please don't destroy him."
Aunt Mei suddenly stiffened, her pupils widened, and she looked at her in disbelief.
Xihe curled his lips, glanced at the shaking shadows in the rockery, and stepped forward. Several maids immediately followed behind him: "As for what will happen to this girl in the future? I won't bother my aunt. I am rich and powerful, but still poor. That’s all my own business, girl.”
The girl's graceful figure quickly disappeared at the end of the path, and it started to snow again.
Snowflakes were rustling, falling piece by piece from the dark dome. The bamboo leaves, the gravel road, and the frozen lake beside the rockery were gradually covered with snowflakes. The entire Song Dynasty was gradually covered with snowflakes, and the capital was suddenly covered in white.
Aunt Mei stood frozen on the spot, her hair and clothes were covered with snowflakes,
There was a rumble in her head, like thunder striking her head. There was only one thought in her mind, how did she know!
Mrs. Wang and the midwife were both dead, and the maids at the junction were all sent to remote barbarian lands with money, and they would never come back again in this life.
Big girl, why would she know? And why isn't she afraid?
A fool knows how to choose between a noble lady and a peasant girl who eats chaffy vegetables. How dare she!
At this time, Zhao Ming, who was squatting in the rockery, was even more shocked by the explosion. He was not a fool. He had been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child. He could barely be called a genius. By connecting the preface and the following, a line gradually became clear.
The newly recognized cousin is indeed his true son.
But the eldest girl who has enjoyed the wealth of the Song family for more than ten years may not be the legitimate daughter. Perhaps, she is the real granddaughter of the Jiang family!
Stealing a dragon and turning into a phoenix!
Zhao Ming covered his mouth tightly, shocked and scared, Aunt Mei, how dare she!
At this time, there was a burst of panicked footsteps outside, and Zhao Ming quickly looked around. Aunt Mei lifted up her skirt and ran away, her footsteps messy in the snow.
what to do? what to do? To say, or not to say?
After thinking for a long time, Zhao Ming decided to say it!
The secret is there, and since the eldest girl dares to tell it, she generously allows Master Song to investigate, showing that she is not afraid or is ready to be discovered - a secret that will be discovered sooner or later.
Miss Song's identity is no longer valuable. In that case, why not let him take advantage of her?
Zhao Ming thought it over and ran out immediately. He deliberately made a noise, and soon he was discovered by the boy watching the night. He quickly caught him and wondered why the cousin ran into the backyard again. coming?
As a result, before the question could be spoken, the young man turned pale and said, "Look, look for my uncle, I have something important to report!"
The boy looked at each other in confusion. Seeing that his face was frightened, it didn't look like he was faking it, and he quickly helped him to the study.
Mr. Song was hurriedly woken up after just falling asleep: "..."
He had a dark face, but Mrs. Song was considerate. She stood up and put a cloak on him: "Maybe something happened, you go and take a look first."
Master Song said "Hmm" with a cold face, rolled up his sleeves and went out.
It was less than half a stick of incense time from the inner courtyard to the study. Before entering the study, Mr. Song was still thinking about what kind of thing Zhao Ming was up to. As a result, not long after entering, the sound of tea cups falling to the ground could be heard in the house, and then the entire Song Mansion became lively.
Xiyuan,
Maid Chuntao complained while dressing Xihe: "Really, it's so late, and the master wants to call you over. Is there anything you can't talk about tomorrow? Hey, miss, cloak."
Xihe obeyed and retracted his arms, and immediately a fox cloak fell on his shoulders.
The snow outside the window was falling more and more quickly, but the inside of the house was as warm as spring. Several heaters were placed in the corners of the house. The silver charcoal and the warm fragrance filled the tip of the nose. Xihe sat in front of the mirror, being helped by the maid to put on his shoes. Socks, helped him to the door - into the sedan chair.
A cold wind blew, but she was protected from the wind.
The shoes made a squeaking sound on the snow. The sedan was lifted very steadily, and the people inside could not feel any shaking.
"Miss, the main courtyard has arrived."
"Um."
Chuntao opened the door curtain and helped Xihe get out of the sedan.
Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the whole main courtyard was brightly lit. The servant stood straight and guarded by the door. Several people were kneeling in the courtyard. There were faint whimpering sounds in the hall, and there was a solemn feeling that a storm was coming.
Chuntao was a little uneasy: "Miss..."
Xihe said 'hmm' and slowly let go of her hand: "You can take Dingxiang and the others back to the hospital. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back tonight."
Chuntao was startled, but before she could say anything, she saw her young lady holding the heater in her arms and walking slowly towards the hall. The gatekeeper opened the curtain, and the girl nodded to her, and her slender figure disappeared behind the curtain...
Zhongcheng, the censor, was an upright official. He worshiped Confucius as his teacher and respected Changsong.
As soon as Xihe walked into the hall, he saw the elegant saint on the wall and the pines and cypresses on both sides. The ancient cypresses were vigorous, symbolizing perseverance and unyielding character. In fact, Mr. Song also accepted money from people, but it was not that excessive.
Accepting gifts is an unwritten rule in the court. If you don't accept them, it means you are not gregarious.
People who are not gregarious are naturally rebellious and cannot coexist with others. If you want to live peacefully in the court for a long time, you must understand this kind of etiquette. Mr. Song has been from the sixth rank official to the censor Zhongcheng. Obviously, he is not that kind of person. People who don’t know how to adapt.
The girl, dressed in brocade and gorgeous, with stunning appearance, stood in the hall.
Mrs. Song covered her mouth with her hands and cried without making a sound. Song Yu was looking at Xihe with a complicated expression. Aunt Mei was kneeling quietly on the ground in plain clothes...
