The bricks and stones under her knees were cold and hard. Xie Shuning knelt down and suddenly turned her head when she heard the sound.

Gui's mother staggered out, opened the door, and asked anxiously: "My uncle is here? Is it true? Where is he?"

"The woman at the second door just came to report. The people who are here must have been invited to the flower hall."

In the room, Xie Shuning was shocked as she listened to the conversation between the two. She quickly got up from the ground, held Madam Song's trembling hand tightly, and said, "Mother, can you hear me? My uncle is here! It's my uncle who is here!" Liu Shen Wu Zhu said

On this occasion, she suddenly heard that her uncle was coming, and she was ecstatic, "Let's go see uncle, let's go..."

But how could Mrs. Song be able to move around as she pleased?

After the shock, she came to her senses and quickly changed the topic and asked Gui's mother to go to the flower hall to invite people. In addition, Dr. Hang also sent people to urge her. Naturally, Gui's mother was in a hurry and ordered people to go, and she rushed to the flower hall herself.

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However, before reaching the west courtyard, a group of people came face to face.

As the light of the lantern came closer, she could tell at a glance that the person in the head looked very familiar.

——It’s Grandma Jiang!

How could it be that the uncle you were talking about was actually Aunt Jiang?

But she had no time to ask and think about it carefully. She stepped forward without stopping and said, "Mommy, something happened!"

Aunt Jiang was dressed in bamboo green and stood still with a cold face, "It's unbecoming to be in such a panic. I won't mention anything else until I see the lady."

She had come all the way from Yanling, and she was already extremely tired. She had suffered a serious illness a few days ago, and her body was not as good as before. But she was used to being serious and smiling. At this moment, she had a straight face, which made people unable to see it at all.

Get clues.

The maid who led her to Yumingyuan was Qiu Xi, one of the four maids around the third old lady. She was always thoughtful and good at seeing people, so the third old lady would ask her to come out to greet people and lead the way, but she didn't call Chun Pingji.

Now looking at Aunt Jiang and hearing the voices in her ears, Qiu Xi knew immediately that this Aunt Jiang, who had come from Yanling in a dusty life, was a very difficult person to deal with.

She couldn't help but make secret calculations.

But Gui's mother didn't even notice that the person leading the way was Qiu Xi. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said bluntly to Aunt Jiang: "My wife is not good."

Oh no?

What do you mean by bad?

I was immediately overjoyed by the autumn news, and my mind was eager to rush back to Shou'an Hall to report it. I also thought that hearing is false and seeing is true, so I prepared to follow them to Yumingyuan to have a look.

But who is Aunt Jiang? How could she let Qiu Xi have such petty thoughts? At that moment, she gave Gui's mother a cold look.

It was obvious that there were others here, so how could he speak freely? Without warning, a single word could kill someone in the house.

She could tell by looking at Mother Gui's face that Mrs. Song was afraid that she would be extremely isolated and helpless during these days, and she couldn't help but feel distressed. She cut off what Mother Gui was about to say again, "No need to say more. Take me to see you first."

Madam." After she finished speaking, she looked at Qiu Xi again, with a slight curl in the corner of her mouth, but her smile was still cold, "As for Miss Qiu Xi, let's go back for now."

The corners of Qiu Xi's mouth twitched and she wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

Gui's mother is already here, so naturally there is no need for her to continue to lead the way. If she doesn't lead the way, what is she going to do with her?

She had no choice but to watch as Nanny Jiang and Mama Gui left quickly.

At this moment, in the flower hall of the West Cross Courtyard, Xie Shuning's uncle Song Yanzhao was sitting quietly, waiting for Xie Yuanmao's return.

There is a mottled bamboo curtain hanging at the entrance of the flower hall, which rustles up and down when blown by the night wind.

Through the bamboo curtain, people outside could only see the young man sitting there, who was about 27 or 28 years old. He looked somewhat similar to the Song family, and his profile was much colder. There was no one around, and his face seemed to be the same.

With a smile, he seems to be a very easy-to-get-together person at first glance.

Xie Yuanmao has always thought so. His brother-in-law Song Yanzhao is a person with a very good personality and is very easy to get along with. Although he has a bad temper, he always has principles in doing things and is well versed in the rules of the world. He rarely

It was a humiliation in front of everyone. But even so, Xie Yuanmao was still worried.

Song Yanzhao treated his only sister very well.

She was said to be a younger sister, but he had always treated Ms. Song like a daughter.

Therefore, when Xie Yuanmao learned that Song Yanzhao had come to Xie's house, his heart skipped a beat and he lost his bearings.

He cautiously arrived at the door of the flower hall. When he saw the lights inside and the figure of the man sitting on the mahogany chair looming, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Hesitantly, he was a little afraid to lift the curtain and enter.

At this moment, Song Yanzhao stood up suddenly and strode over. He raised his slender hand, and the bamboo curtain was opened, and his usual smile appeared inside the curtain. He smiled kindly and said, "Forget it, long time no see."

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Xie Yuanmao was startled, then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after entering, before he could stand still, a fist hit him directly on the lower jaw, which instantly turned him purple.

He was so shocked that he covered his jaw and screamed in pain.

But the old god Song Yanzhao, who was standing opposite him, just smiled, dusted off the non-existent dust on his body, and said: "You have something on your chin, brother, please wipe it off for you."

As he said this, he came over to help Xie Yuanmao. When Xie Yuanmao stood up straight, he suddenly bumped back and hit Xie Yuanmao's chest with his elbow. The pain made Xie Yuanmao scream "Ah" and squat down.

Song Yanzhao squinted his fox-like eyes and smiled, "If your hands are slippery, don't forget."

Xie Yuanmao was so hurt that he couldn't breathe. How dare he blame him? He immediately gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"Look at you, old man, does it really hurt like this?" Song Yanzhao seemed dissatisfied, grabbing his arm and pulling him up, and then raised his hand again, so that Xie Yuanmao even forgot about the pain.

Cover your face.

Song Yanzhao slowly put down his hand and tugged on his messed up collar, and sneered: "What are you afraid of? I've already said it before you have slippery hands. I seem to be a person who likes to use hands. A gentleman talks but doesn't use hands. I am a gentleman, so I won't.

I'll hit you, so don't worry."

Xie Yuanmao was crying and did not dare to say a word.

"I haven't seen Furou for a long time, and I miss her a lot." Song Yanzhao always smiled. "Although it's not convenient now that the night is getting late, Furou must have remembered me when she heard that I was coming, so why don't you take care of her now?"

Let me go see her."

"It should be so, it should be so..." Xie Yuanmao finally regained his breath and responded with a series of voices.

The two of them went to Yumingyuan.

Xie Yuanmao walked in front, followed by Song Yanzhao.

On the way, he suddenly asked: "I heard that your family had arranged a marriage for you in the early years?"

Xie Yuanmao froze. He hesitated and asked, "But is it Fu Rou's letter to eldest brother?"

"What? No?" Song Yanzhao said with displeasure.

Xie Yuanmao hurriedly covered his chest and shook his head, "No, no, it couldn't be better. It's just that Fu Rou hasn't told me, so I don't know."

Song Yanzhao suppressed his smile and said in a cold voice: "It's pointless that she doesn't agree with you, but if you hide something from her, it's a big mistake."

"Yes, yes, brother is right." Xie Yuanmao smiled bitterly and did not dare to speak again after hearing the words. However, he gradually felt unhappiness in his heart, so he wrote the letter. When he asked last time, Mr. Song said that he had never written it. This is called

How could he not feel depressed?

Both of them stopped talking and quickened their pace towards Yumingyuan.

However, as soon as they reached the door, they saw an old man with a gray beard walking towards the main room in a hurry carrying a medicine box.

Xie Yuanmao recognized the person and remembered Song's illness. He was frightened and followed him quickly. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the yard was in chaos with people coming and going. He frowned and stopped a maid and asked:

"What happened?"

The maid raised her head. It was Lily who had just returned from asking for Dr. Hang. When she saw it was Xie Yuanmao, she started to cry: "Sixth Master is not good. Madam, madam is dying..."

She cried bitterly, and the words she spoke were horrifying.

When Song Yanzhao, who was following Xie Yuanmao, heard this, he pushed Xie Yuanmao away and rushed in without caring about anyone else.

Inside, Dr. Hang Tai Fang put down the medicine box and was diagnosing Song's pulse.

Xie Shuning was waiting closely at the side, refusing to move a step.

Song Yanzhao stood up and called softly: "Aman."

The nervous girl turned around in panic. When she saw him, she burst into tears and rushed towards him, "Uncle——"

She has not seen him for more than ten years!

Xie Shuning looked at the familiar face that was almost a stranger in front of her, trembling all over, and the words in her mouth seemed fragmented: "Uncle, save mother... mother... uncle..."

Song Yanzhao bent down to pick her up and strode forward. However, the moment he saw Mrs. Song, his hands were so soft that he could hardly hold Xie Shuning. Is this his sister? How could he hold this person on the bed in his hands?

Painful sister?

The smile on his face disappeared without a trace, leaving only a very cold expression, "Why is she sick?"

The room was silent and no one answered.

Song Yanzhao was immediately furious. He hugged Xie Shuning and turned around to look for Xie Yuanmao, "Well, Xie Yuanmao, when you returned to Xie's house, you forgot everything I said to you in the past, right? Fu Rou gave birth to children for you.

You left your hometown, and this is how you treated her?" He beat him before because he felt that his sister had been wronged by joining the Xie family, but now that she met him, she really swallowed Xie Yuanmao's heart alive!

"Brother..." But Xie Yuanmao didn't know why things turned out like this, and he couldn't help but be speechless.

On the other side, Dr. Hang frowned while stroking his beard and said, "Mrs. Six's illness is weird. I can't figure out what it is."
To be continued...