After waiting for a long time, Mrs. Mo's natal family did not come. In order to prevent her from marrying into the Mo family, the Duke's wife threatened her with her life. However, Mrs. Mo also had a stubborn temper and finally signed a letter of dissolution before she got married smoothly. She has not moved around for many years. .
But they still looked eagerly, not knowing who they were waiting for.
The eldest daughter of the second room, Mo Xiang, said in a strange tone: "Eldest sister, are you waiting for the little Marquis? It's getting late. If nothing else, the little Marquis should have arrived early...
ah! Don't get me wrong, eldest sister. My sister doesn't mean anything else. She just thinks that the young marquis may have been tripped up by something, but she doesn't necessarily think so. "
She is the same age as Mo Weiwei and has never dealt with her since she was a child. She is happy to see her laugh.
"roll!"
Mo Weiwei was very upset now and was not in the mood to start a war of words with her.
"You..." Mo Xiang gritted his teeth, "Why are you dragging me? You're just an exile. You think you're a young lady. There are times when you beg me."
It's as if she doesn't need to be exiled.
Her cousin gave her a big package. Mo Xiang had a strong sense of superiority. After being suppressed by Mo Weiwei for so many years, she could finally feel proud.
On the other hand, there was no movement at all in the main room. The old lady lowered the corners of her lips, and her two nasolabial folds were deep and mean.
"It seems that no one will come from the Duke's Mansion. My sister-in-law is really pitiful. She doesn't have anyone to help her if she is in trouble."
"In my opinion, my sister-in-law should not have broken off the relationship back then. If someone from the Duke's Palace had intervened, we and the Prince's Palace would not have been in such a situation."
"What's the use of saying this now? My sister-in-law is very angry, so don't let her hear it."
The two sisters shouted sarcastic words, but Mrs. Mo seemed not to hear them. She was focused on taking care of her injured eldest son, and her heart was broken.
"It's useless." The old lady became even more angry when she saw her like this.
No matter how disgusted he looked, the corners of his mouth pursed deeper.
Mo Xiang rolled his eyes and stopped at the person on the cart.
The more Mo Weiwei cares about something, the more she likes to grab it. If she can't grab the little Marquis, how can she still not grab a carriage?
"Grandma." Mo Xiang didn't like to call her aunt, saying that she was called Shengfen. The old lady also felt that grandma was closer to her, so she agreed to call her second and third bedroom.
"Xiangxiang."
"Grandma, you are weak. Why don't you say something nice to your sister-in-law and ask her to give you the cart?"
"Xiangxiang is still filial and knows how to feel sorry for my grandmother."
"What? This trolley belongs to Rongli?" Zhou Mei's calculations started to click. Isn't Rongli's hers?
Now it's good, their family finally doesn't have to be burdened, and the candidates to pull the cart are all ready.
"I want to ride on a cart, I want to ride on a cart!"
Ronghui was kicking his short legs and playing tricks on the ground. The little fat man didn't understand what exile meant yet, but he had cried countless times during the walk from the city to the outside, so he was determined to sit on the carriage today.
"Does Mrs. Rong still have to fight with her husband's family for the water that the married daughter throws away?"
Women without official status cannot be called madam. From this moment on, they should all change their name to so-and-so lady.
Take your husband's surname.
It seemed that Rongli wasn't lying. She didn't need to prove her innocence to know that most of her words were true. Poor Zhou Mei didn't know anything and was still talking complacently.
"My mother's family, my mother's family. Where would she come from without her mother's family?"
"But we have a lot of stuff. How can we do it without a cart?" Mo Xiang argued.
Ronghui got up and pushed the old lady hard, knocking her several meters away. He blocked the cart with his hands, "This is mine.
My mother said that when all of you are dead, all the family property of Prince Zhan’s Mansion will be mine..."
It was too late to cover it, the little fat man's mouth was much more flexible than his body, and Zhou Mei dug her toes into the ground in embarrassment.
"Tong, children's words are unscrupulous, children's words are unscrupulous..."
How many outrageous things did she say? Is Mrs. Rong Shangshu so short-sighted?
The step-in-law is really not a good person.
"Is this how Madam Rong teaches her children?" Aunt Zhao cried: "I don't know where I offended Madam, but you insist on slandering me in front of the bride. What good will it do to you?"
"What did I say to you?"
After listening to Aunt Zhao's cry, Zhou Mei's eyes widened. Did that stupid girl really tell the Mo family what she said?
It was just a nice word to coax her before getting married, how could it be taken seriously?
"I don't know anything, don't listen to that girl's nonsense."
What's the use of arguing about this now? Aunt Zhao is a smart person. She just wanted to use this to manipulate Zhou Mei and take advantage of her, such as not grabbing the cart.
The entire team was in a commotion, and the Jiuwang Pavilion was almost overturned.
It can be regarded as the last indulgence before exile. Stepping out of here is probably a road of no return.
Everyone was blushing and having thick necks, and Rongli just watched them for fun.
It's a pity that I can't bring out some melon seeds and fruits, otherwise she would be happier.
Zhou Mei was like a goose being strangled, her arrogance weakened. Aunt Zhao was satisfied with her performance. If she didn't know what to do, she would have plenty of ways to deal with her.
He called his son to come over and pull the cart, and took care of the people on the cart.
What kind of cart would a waste ride on?
Aunt Zhao seems gentle and amiable, but she has a lot of dirty tricks. Otherwise, she would not have been able to control the Mo Mansion for more than ten years.
"What do you want to do?" Mrs. Mo looked at the two brothers approaching step by step with vigilance, and the hair on her back was about to explode.
Are these people still human?
Even though her son was like this, he still wanted to snatch their carriage. This was to force them to death and not leave them a way to survive.
"Aunt Zhao, my son has always respected you as his own grandmother. Is this how you treat my son?"
"Madam, we don't want to either." Aunt Zhao pretended to sigh: "But I'm afraid my sister's body won't be able to hold on if we go to high mountains and long distances.
This is what happened to Beishen. It would be better to send him off quietly after leaving Jiuwang Pavilion. It would be better than what he is doing now, hey——"
Mrs. Mo felt her eyes turning black. Is this still human language?
Her good son was not dead, so why should he be left to die in the wild?
Is she crazy, or are they?
Tiger poison does not eat its seeds.
Beishen is their direct grandson, nephew, and eldest brother. Beishen has worked hard for this family, and is this how they repay him?
My heart felt like a hole had been dug out, and it was even colder than the cold wind of three to nine days.
Mrs. Mo nodded: "Xianglan is a sensible person."
"But grandma...my eldest brother..."
"Yifeng, my feet hurt so much, could you please rub them for me again..."
Looking at Zheng Like's flowery face, Rongli knew that the system had taken effect, and she just had to wait for the good show.
Mrs. Mo was so angry that she was trembling but she didn't give in. When Mr. Mo saw this, his eyes narrowed and he reached out to get someone.
call out--
A branch as thick as a little finger dug deeply into the soil, only one finger away from the tip of Mr. Mo's toes. If he hadn't shrunk quickly, it might have been stuck in his hand instead of the soil.
