Chapter 873 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 15

In the morning light, the snow stopped and the sun came out.

The gates of the capital city were opened, and every household began to get up to clear the snow in front of the gates. Birds were chirping on the branches, and the streets and alleys gradually returned to bustling.

In the main courtyard of the Song Mansion, the boy was sitting 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 was blowing in from the window.

Lord Song closed his eyes: "This is the end of the matter, let's end this matter."

In order to protect her son, Aunt Mei chose to hit the post, and she took the responsibility for the crime, and it would be meaningless to pursue it any further.

Song Yu pursed his lips and did not speak. The butler glanced at him and saw that his expression was expressionless, so he could only walk up to Song Rui and whispered, "Second Young Master, let the younger ones 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, he was born fair, with a pair of round eyes, at the moment his eye sockets were red, and his lower lip had been bitten open.

The butler was dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Song Rui lowered his head and carefully brushed the hair off Aunt Mei's face with his hands, saying, "Aunt Mei, my son will take you back."

He helped Aunt Mei to get up with difficulty. One night, Aunt Mei's body was already icy cold, her complexion was bruised, and her whole body was extremely heavy. Song Rui almost fell to the ground. The housekeeper wanted to help but he was coldly swept away, and he carried her on his back , step by step staggering out of the main courtyard.

He already knew what Aunt Mei had done, but this was his biological mother.

Anyone can hate her, loathe her, but he can't.

Afterwards, the other two houses of the Song family knew about the second bedroom, and they sighed for a while, but they didn't expect that it was a concubine who did it. When they saw the aunt in their own house, they couldn't help becoming vigilant.

Song Qiao asked his second brother what he planned to do with this child?

Overnight, Mr. Song aged a lot: "Send him to Hengshan Academy, childish and innocent, we can't really ruin him too."

Song Qiao nodded: "That's fine."

Hengshan Academy is far away from the capital, and the academy has a strong learning atmosphere. Mr. Song's move is also to separate the concubine and the legitimate son, so as to prevent the two from resenting each other and brothers killing each other.

Song Qiao thought for a while, and then said, "The moon?"

Lord Song leaned his head back on the chair: "There are so many things going on at home now, let her stay with Mo'er for a few days first. I will bring her back after everything is settled."

After all these years, I still have feelings.

As a concubine, Aunt Mei committed such crimes. Even though Song Rui begged hard, she finally had to make a thin coffin and hastily buried it in a barren hill outside the city.

In the mansion, Mrs. Song was lying on the bed sleepily: "Could it be that I was at fault for everything?"

The mother carefully wiped the perspiration from her head, and said again and again: "Where can it be? Girl, you are too kind, and you gave that kid a way out. Look at the one in the Hou Mansion? Let alone the bastard, there is not a single bastard left behind. "

"It is said that they were dispatched to the countryside, but everyone doesn't know what happened?"

In Dongbohou's mansion, the concubine's family also took action against the direct line. The mistress was not so soft-hearted, and directly took over the concubine's family, even the children of Lord Hou.

Nanny stroked Mrs. Song's hair pitifully: "Girl, you are right."

Mrs. Song buried her face in her palm, tears streaming down her face: "After so many years, you are the only one who still treats me like a girl."

For several days in a row, everyone in the mansion was in danger.

What happened to Aunt Mei is not good, except for the few masters who only got a perfunctory answer of 'sudden illness', and were ordered to stay in the yard, and don't ask nonsense.

Everyone: "..."

The eldest lady is gone, and the second young master lives in secluded places. I am afraid that the sky will change in this mansion, and I am immediately trembling, 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 genealogy.

How important is it for a legitimate son to enter the family tree? Mrs. Song didn't dare to slack off, she put all her energy into it, and how to deal with Miss Song Yue...

Mrs. Song looked at Mr. Song: "I only have one legitimate son!"

Mrs. Song suddenly felt tired. In fact, they had discussed this matter many times. He thought that after so many years, she would be reluctant to part with her. No matter what he said, Mrs. Song still had this attitude.

Mrs. Song sat upright: "She can stay in the mansion, but only as a righteous daughter, don't even think about it!"

Master Song wiped his face and gave up: "It's up to you."

He is a serious official, and he never does anything to be disadvantaged. How good would it be for a Miss Jiao who was piled up with real money to get married? As a result, the woman didn't listen to what she said.

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On the eve of entering the genealogy, Song Yu returned to Taomu Village.

A fast horse was running on a flat road. There were dense forests on both sides, and there was still snow. A small village behind the forest was faintly visible, with smoke rising from the kitchen and dogs barking constantly.

Song Yu's eyes brightened slightly, and he slapped his ass: "Drive!"

The horse hooved, stepped on a shallow puddle, rushed to the village in a short time, stopped in front of a mud house at the end of the village, got off the horse, stepped forward and pushed the door: "Grandpa!"

There are three soil-cultivated houses, a well to the east, and a bare plum tree in the corner.

There was a rattan chair under the window sill, and an old man with white hair and chicken skin and a dusty jacket was sitting on the chair. He raised his head instantly when he heard the sound, and was pleasantly surprised: "Big baby, you are back!"

Song Yu walked over with a smile: "Master, I'm back."

Mr. Jiang held his hand, looked him up and down, felt relieved when he saw that he was well, and then asked how the Song family treated him. Did you bully him and so on.

Song Yu was not impatient at all, and patiently answered one by one.

After asking a few words, I looked around and saw no one: "Grandpa, where is Yue'er?"

Hearing this, Mr. Jiang, who was originally elated, immediately lowered his face, frowned, and said in dissatisfaction: "What else can I do except sleep? I don't cook all day long, and I don't know how to sweep the floor. Let me say that she can stand up Ten sentences."

He began to pour bitter water on Song Yuda.

Specifically, he complained about how lazy Xihe was, and how he talked back: "Small mouth ba ba, it can bark better than a pig in a pigsty."

Song Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't be angry, she has been spoiled since she was a child, where did she do this? If you order anything in the future, I will do it."

"How can this work? Where can you do it? She has to do it."

Mr. Jiang slapped his thigh, and his mustache curled up angrily: "She doesn't even look at her current status? The good luck in this life has only been enjoyed by you for a few years, but we have to be down-to-earth, right? It should be Do whatever you want, with her like this, how will you get married in the future?"

"You just take care of yourself, old arms and legs, I don't need you to worry about it."

Xihe opened the door curtain, walked out of the room, and saw Song Yu nodded: "Second brother is here?"

Mr. Jiang was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, pointing at Xihe: "Look, she's just like this! She doesn't respect my old man at all!"

Song Yu was helpless for a moment, not knowing who to talk about.