Chapter 870 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 12

Xihe stopped in her tracks, looked her up and down, and said, "Aunt Mei? It's so late, you're not resting in the courtyard, what are you doing here? It's winter, so don't catch the cold."

Aunt Mei still said: "Miss, I have something to say to you."

Xihe pursed her lips and said nothing, the servant girl became impatient, and stepped forward two steps to Aunt Mei: "Aunt Mei, it's cold and late at night, if you have something to say, why don't you say it tomorrow, my lady is delicate, she has to go back to rest. "

"Delicate?"

With a sneer, Aunt Mei smiled and looked at Xihe: "Big girl, it's still early, and everything is still too late, but if you insist on not talking to this concubine, the future will be irreversible, so don't blame me Give you a chance."

The woman's long black hair was tied loosely at the top, and was only fixed with a wooden hairpin.

Under the thin willow-leaf eyebrows, there was a pair of eyes full of fear and uneasiness that she didn't even realize, Xihe suddenly smiled, and waved her hand to make the maid who changed her face to back down, with a smile in her voice: "Aunt Mei, how is the second brother? "

Aunt Mei's expression changed instantly: "You!"

Xihe flicked his sleeves, and the dim light reflected a clear outline: "Daddy has always cared for my second brother, and hoped that he would get a good reputation in the family. Now, although the eldest brother is back, and the second room is supported by him, the second brother's studies are also very important." You can't fall down, can you?"

"Zichang Diye, relying on one person is not enough, the second brother Chunshan..."

Looking up, her gaze fell straight into her terrified eyes, and it was meaningful: "Auntie, don't you want to destroy him."

Aunt Mei froze instantly, her pupils widened, and she looked at her in disbelief.

Xihe pursed her lips, glanced at the swaying shadows in the rockery, and stepped forward, with a few maidservants immediately following behind: "As for the future of this girl? I don't need to bother you. Wealthy and rich, or poor, That's all my business, girl."

The girl's graceful figure quickly disappeared at the end of the path, and the sky began to snow again.

Snowflakes rustled, falling from the pitch-black dome one by one, on the bamboo leaves, the gravel road, and the frozen lake beside the rockery, the entire Song Mansion was gradually covered by snowflakes, and the capital was instantly white.

Aunt Mei stood still, with snowflakes all over her head and clothes,

There was a rumble in her head, like a thunderbolt hitting her head, and there was only one thought in her mind, how did she know!

Mrs. Wang and the midwife are all dead, and she sent all the maids who connected her head to a remote barbarian place with money, and she will never come back in this life.

Girl, why would she know? Moreover, why is she not afraid?

The lady of gold and jade, the peasant girl who eats bran and swallows vegetables, a fool knows how to choose, how dare she!

At this time, Zhao Ming, who was squatting in the rockery, was blown out of his mind. He is not a fool. He has been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child.

The newly recognized cousin is indeed the true son.

But the eldest girl who has enjoyed the wealth and honor of the Song family for more than ten years may not be the concubine, perhaps, she is the real granddaughter of the Jiang family!

Steal the dragon and turn the phoenix!

Zhao Ming tightly covered his mouth, startled and afraid, how dare Aunt Mei!

At this time, there was a sound of panicked footsteps outside, Zhao Ming hurriedly probed, Aunt Mei lifted the hem of her skirt and ran away, her footsteps were messy in the snow.

what to do? what to do? To say, or not to say?

After thinking for a while, Zhao Ming decided, say!

The secret is there, since the eldest girl dared to say it, she generously asked Master Song to investigate, showing that she was not afraid or was ready to be discovered—a secret that would be discovered sooner or later.

Miss Song's identity is worthless, so why not let him take advantage of it?

People don't kill themselves, Zhao Ming immediately ran out after thinking about it, he deliberately made a noise, and was caught by the guards who were watching the night after a while, wondering why this young master ran into the backyard again coming?

As a result, before the words of questioning came out, the young man said with a pale face: "Look, look for Uncle, I have something important to report!"

The young servant looked at each other, saw that his face was frightened and did not seem to be fake, so he hurriedly helped him to the study.

Mr. Song who just fell asleep was hurriedly called out: "..."

He had a dark face, but Mrs. Song was understanding, she got up and put on a cloak for him: "Maybe something happened, you go and see first."

Mr. Song gave a cold 'hmm', and flung his sleeves out the door.

It was less than half a stick of incense from the inner courtyard to the study. Before stepping into the study, Mr. Song was still thinking about what kind of moth Zhao Ming was doing with this kid? As a result, not long after entering, the sound of teacups falling to the ground sounded in the room, and then the entire Song Mansion became lively.

Xiyuan,

The maid Chuntao complained while dressing Xihe: "Really, it's so late, and the master still calls you over, what can't we talk about tomorrow? Hey, miss, the cloak."

Xihe retracted her arms obediently, and immediately dropped a fox cloak from her shoulders.

The snow outside the window was falling more and more quickly, but the house was as warm as spring. There were several fireplaces in the corners of the house, and the silver charcoal and warm fragrance entered the tip of the nose. Socks, with the help of him, walked to the door——entered the sedan chair.

The cold wind was blowing, and she was protected airtight.

The shoes made a creaking sound when they stepped on the snow, and the sedan chair was lifted very steadily, and the people inside could not feel the slightest shaking.

"Miss, the main courtyard is here."

"Um."

Chuntao lifted the door curtain and helped Xihe get off the sedan chair.

Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, the whole main courtyard was brightly lit, the young servant stood upright and guarded the door, several people knelt in the courtyard, there was a faint sobbing sound from the hall, and there was a sense of solemnity that was about to storm.

Chuntao was a little uneasy: "Miss..."

Xihe gave an 'um', and slowly let go of her hand: "Take Lilac and the others back to the hospital, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back tonight."

Chuntao was startled, and before she could say anything, she saw her young lady holding the stove in her arms, walking towards the hall unhurriedly, the gatekeeper woman opened the curtain, the girl nodded towards her, and her slender figure disappeared behind the curtain...

The censor Zhongcheng is an upright official who pays homage to Kong Sheng's first teacher and respects Changsong.

As soon as Xihe entered the hall, he saw the elegant saint on the wall and the pines and cypresses on both sides. The ancient cypresses were vigorous, symbolizing the tough and unyielding character. In fact, Mr. Song also received money, but it was not too much.

Accepting gifts is an unwritten rule in the court. If you don't accept gifts, it means you don't fit in.

People who don't fit in are naturally rebellious and cannot coexist with others. If you want to live in peace in the court for a long time, you must understand this kind of etiquette. Mr. Song went all the way from a sixth-rank official to Yushi Zhongcheng. Obviously, he is not that kind of person. People who don't know how to adapt.

The young girl stood in the hall full of brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes, with a stunning appearance.

Mrs. Song covered her mouth tightly with her hands, crying until she couldn't make a sound, Song Yu was looking at Xihe with a complicated face, and Aunt Mei knelt quietly on the ground in plain clothes...