The morning light shone slightly, the snow stopped, and the sun came out.
The gates of the capital city opened, and every household began to get up and clear the snow in front of their doors. Birds were chirping on the branches, and the streets and alleys gradually became lively again.
In the main courtyard of the Song Mansion, the young man sat on the ground with his mother in his arms.
After a night, the blood on the pillar had solidified, like a dark red stain. The ground was cold, and the cold wind blew in from outside the window.
Mr. Song closed his eyes: "That's it. Let's stop this matter."
In order to save her son, Aunt Mei chose to hit the pillar and shouldered the blame. There is no point in pursuing the case further.
Song Yu pursed her lips and said nothing. The housekeeper glanced at him and saw that his face was expressionless and could not tell what he meant. He could only walk to Song Rui and whispered: "Second Young Master, let the young men carry Aunt Mei away. Bar."
Song Rui slapped his hand away: "Don't touch my aunt!"
The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, fair-skinned, with round eyes. His eyes were red at the moment, and his lower lip had been bitten.
The housekeeper was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to do.
Song Rui lowered his head and carefully pushed away the hair from Aunt Mei's face with his hands, and said: "Aunt, my son will take you back."
He helped Aunt Mei get up with difficulty. Overnight, Aunt Mei's body had become cold, her face was purple, and her whole body was extremely heavy. Song Rui almost fell to the ground. When the housekeeper tried to help, he coldly brushed her away and carried her up on his back. , staggering step by step out of the main courtyard.
He already knew what Aunt Mei did, but this was his biological mother.
Anyone can hate her and dislike her, but not him.
Next, the other two houses of the Song family found out about the second wife's affair, and they were in awe for a while. They didn't expect that it was a concubine who had done it. When they saw the aunt in their own house, they couldn't help but become wary.
Song Qiao asked his second brother what he planned to do with this child.
Overnight, Mr. Song has aged a lot: "Send him to Hengshan Academy. He is an innocent child, so we can't really destroy him."
Song Qiao nodded: "That's fine."
Hengshan Academy is far away from the capital, and the academy has a strong learning atmosphere. Master Song's move was also to separate the concubine and the legitimate son to prevent the two from getting into a feud and killing each other.
Song Qiao thought for a moment and then asked: "What about Yue'er?"
Mr. Song leaned his head back on the chair: "There are many things going on at home now, so let her stay with Mo'er for a few days first. After everything is settled, we can take her back."
After all, after raising her for so many years, she still has feelings.
As a concubine, Aunt Mei committed such crimes. Even though Song Rui begged her hard, she had no choice but to have a thin coffin and was hastily buried in the barren hills outside the city.
In the house, Mrs. Song was lying on the bed sadly: "Is it possible that everything is wrong or am I wrong?"
Mammy carefully wiped the sweat from her head and said repeatedly: "How could it be possible? Miss, you are too kind and gave that boy a way to live. Look at the one in the Hou Mansion? Not to mention the concubines, not even a concubine was left. "
"They say they were sent to the countryside, but no one knows what happened?"
In the Dongbohou Mansion, it was also the concubine who took action against the direct lineage. The mistress was not that soft-hearted, and directly killed the concubine and her family, even the Marquis's children were not spared.
Auntie touched Mrs. Song's hair with pity: "Girl, you are right."
Mrs. Song buried her face in her hands and shed tears: "After all these years, you are the only one who still treats me as a girl."
For several days in the mansion, everyone was in danger.
What happened to Aunt Mei was not easy to hear. Except for the fact that several of the masters gave a perfunctory answer like 'sudden illness', they were also ordered to stay well in the yard and stop prying around.
Everyone: "..."
The eldest lady was gone, and the second young master was living in seclusion. I was afraid that things were going to change in this house, so I was immediately trembling with fear, and I was doing my own thing honestly for fear of being implicated.
Mrs. Song was ill for a few days, and after she recovered, she began to arrange for her son to be included in the family tree.
What a big deal it is for a legitimate son to enter the family tree? Mrs. Song did not dare to slack off at all and put all her efforts into it. As for how to deal with her legitimate daughter Song Yue...
Mrs. Song looked at Mr. Song: "I only have one legitimate son!"
Master Song suddenly felt tired. In fact, they had discussed this matter many times. He thought that after raising him for so many years, she would definitely be reluctant to let him go. However, no matter what he said, Mrs. Song had the same attitude.
Mrs. Song sat upright and said: "She can stay in the house, but only as an adopted daughter. The legitimate lady can't even think about it!"
Master Song wiped his face and gave up: "It's up to you."
He is a serious official who never does anything to make him lose money. How good would it be to marry a charming young lady who has accumulated real money? As a result, the woman refused to listen no matter what she said.
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On the eve of entering the family tree, Song Yu returned to Taomu Village.
A fast horse is running on a flat road. There are dense forests on both sides, and there is still snow. A small village can be seen faintly behind the forest, with smoke curling up from cooking stoves and dogs barking constantly.
Song Yu's eyes brightened, and she slapped the horse's butt: "Drive!"
The horse's hooves stepped on a shallow puddle, and soon it rushed to the village. It stopped in front of a mud house at the end of the village, turned over and dismounted, stepped forward and opened the door: "Master!"
There are three earthen houses, a well in the east, and a bare plum tree in the corner.
There was a wicker chair under the window sill, and sitting on the chair was an old man with gray hair and chicken skin, wearing a dusty jacket. When he heard the sound, he immediately raised his head and said in surprise: "Big baby, you are back!"
Song Yu walked over with a smile: "Master, I'm back."
Mr. Jiang held his hand and looked up and down. He felt relieved when he saw that he was fine, and then began to ask how the Song family treated him. Did you bully him and so on?
Song Yu was not impatient at all and patiently answered them one by one.
After asking some questions, he looked around and saw no one: "Master, where is Yue'er?"
When he heard this, Mr. Jiang, who was originally in high spirits, immediately turned down his face, frowned, and said dissatisfied: "What else can I do besides sleeping? She doesn't cook all day long, and she doesn't know how to sweep the floor. I say she can stand up." Ten sentences.”
He began to pour out his bitterness to Song Yuda.
Specifically, he complained about how lazy Xihe was and how he talked back: "The little mouth is louder than the one in the pigsty."
Song Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't be angry. She has been used to it since she was a child. Where has she ever done this? If you ask me to do anything in the future, I will do it."
"How can this be done? Where can you do it? She has to do it."
Mr. Jiang slapped his thigh and his mustache curled up angrily: "Don't she also take a look at her current status? She has only enjoyed wealth for a few years because of your good fortune in this life, but we are down-to-earth, right? That's right. She does whatever she wants, how can she get married in the future?"
"Just take care of yourself. I don't need you to worry about my old arms and legs."
Xihe opened the door curtain and walked out of the room. He saw Song Yu nodded: "Second brother is here?"
Mr. Jiang was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared, pointing at Xihe: "Look, look, she is so virtuous! She has no respect for my old man at all!"
Song Yu was helpless: "Yue'er, please stop teasing me."
