The Empress of Fast Travel is still a vicious villain today

Chapter 110 One hundred one: Who is the mastermind

Mao Qiqi rolled her eyes around, Master Song has four aunts.

Auntie is Mrs. Song's dowry, over 40, only one daughter, definitely not.

The second aunt's family is Yangzhou Shouma. She gave birth to a son and a daughter. She was beaten just now, and she was the worst. It is possible.

The third aunt is an official woman whose family is in the middle of nowhere, her appearance is marked, she was slapped in the face, she didn't speak, she only had a young son, she was stupid, and it was impossible.

This fourth aunt, who just entered the door, is only 14 years old, so it is unlikely.

Mao Qiqi: "Second Aunt, it must be her, for my child."

Jun Jiuli smiled faintly, "Not only do you think so, but Song Tangxue also thinks so."

Mao Qiqi's ears moved, "I feel like you're scolding me."

Jun Jiuli stretched, and lay back on the bed, "Let's just watch, there will be trouble later."

Mao Qiqi's curiosity was aroused, "Who seduced the robber?"

Jun Jiuli patted his head directly, stuffed two pieces of cotton into his ears, "Sleep."

Mao Qiqi: It’s not an exaggeration to cry and howl outside, how can I sleep.

But Jun Jiuli had closed his eyes and ignored him, Mao Qiqi climbed on the window eaves by himself.

Several aunts cried miserably, but none of them called. After a while, Mrs. Song was helped by the concubine and concubines and came over.

Smelling the smell of blood, his face paled a lot.

"You rebellious girl, what are you doing again?"

Song Tangxue caught a glimpse of the disgust and impatience in her mother's eyes, and her heart turned cold for a moment.

She almost died today, and her mother didn't ask at all, and came here to accuse her.

Song Tangxue closed her eyes.

"Come here, take Madam back to the room, and lock up all the young masters and young ladies."

Mother Song trembled with anger, "If you want to turn the world upside down, I'm still the mistress of this family. I'm not dead yet, so let them go."

"I think you are really like what Yue'er said. You have been bewitched. You are not my daughter at all. My daughter is kind and well-behaved."

Mother Song was halfway through speaking, seeing Song Tangxue looking at her coldly, and Mother Song immediately strengthened her mind.

"Come here, lock the eldest lady into the ancestral hall."

Xueyan and Nanny Gui looked at the servants who filed in and stood in front of Song Tangxue, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, miss, the lady is the mistress."

Song Tangxue suddenly laughed, with two desolations, tears streaming down her face.

"Are you my mother or my enemy? It was you who asked me to go to the Guanyin Temple to offer incense. I was assassinated. These aunts bullied you. I defended you in every possible way. It was me who was scolded by my father. Today, these aunts are going to kill me. Save me!" Theirs is you, I am your own daughter, and it is you who wants to imprison me in the ancestral hall?"

Song's mother squeezed the veil, "It's because you are disobedient and you have fallen into an evil spirit."

In the end, Song's mother felt a little compassion, and she was not imprisoned in the ancestral hall, but in Piaoxueyuan.

Several aunts were supported by the maids and went back to their own yard in the Song Mansion.

Mao Qiqi: ...

"Is the heroine's mother out of her mind?"

"How can a healthy head set off the heroine's intelligence?"

Mao Qiqi: You are right, girl! !
……

The reason why Piaoxueyuan is called Piaoxueyuan is that there are many viburnums planted in the yard.

When the flowers bloom, they sway with the wind, and the ground is white.

Xueyan opened the door early in the morning, and saw Jun Jiuli squatting under the Qionghua tree with her back to her.

Thinking about what happened yesterday, Xueyan walked towards Jun Jiuli.

"What are you doing?"

"Funeral flowers."

Xueyan wondered for a moment if she was stupid, only children do this kind of thing, maybe yesterday was just a coincidence?

But I still couldn't help it, "What do you do with funeral flowers?"

Li Qing gave Xueyan a white look, "When a person dies, he must be buried, and when a flower dies, he must also be buried, so that new flowers will grow."

(End of this chapter)