Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 915

Tang Songlin thought about it and didn't worry about who "Mr. Chu Sheng" was.

Who cares who wrote it? The key point is that his grandson has become successful now and has caught the eye of Emperor Mingde.

It can be seen between the lines of the article that Emperor Mingde liked his grandson very much.

Tang Songlin stared at the newspaper for a long time and read it over and over again, but he was actually no longer able to concentrate.

He just thought absentmindedly that his eldest son Tang Chuyu actually respected him very much over the years.

The eldest son became the Minister of Revenue at a young age, which shows that he is indeed capable.

He had always thought that his eldest son had a smooth career thanks to the help of the Duke of Huguo's Mansion. Now, when he compared him with the three children born to Zhu, he realized that there was a huge difference between them.

Tang Songlin gently covered himself with the newspaper, closed his eyes and thought of his late wife, and did not see the blood flowing from the corner of Zhu's mouth.

He thought of all the good qualities of his late wife, who was both intelligent and capable.

At that time, he had just inherited the title of Duke of Protector of the Country and had worked hard for a while. But he fell asleep while reading and accidentally knocked over the candlestick.

The candlelight set the study on fire. Although the fire was put out in time and did not burn, all the books on the table were destroyed.

Those were the books on family management theories and various books handed down from ancestors that the old duke left for him to read, all destroyed in an instant.

When he was angry and punished the servants, the late wife actually recited the book to him. The handwriting was also very elegant and fluent.

Not only was Tang Songlin not grateful to the late lady, he even hated her from the bottom of his heart.

Because how smart she is makes him look stupid.

It turns out that his grandson and granddaughter actually don’t look like their father or their mother, but more like their grandmother.

Tang Songlin felt a pain in his chest and said to Zhu, "Compared to my late wife, you are not even as good as her toes."

Zhu didn't respond.

A gust of wind blew, and Tang Songlin shivered in the sun. He sat up, carefully folded the newspaper, and put it in his arms, only to see Zhu lying there with blood spitting out of her mouth.

He reached out his hand and was terrified.

Zhu is gone.

Tang Songlin shivered. Not because his step-wife was gone, but because he remembered the rumor: at least four elderly people were affected by the evil spirit, some were seriously ill, and some were... Three of them were gone now.

Is that what Mr. Yang Xuan said?

Tang Songlin felt as if a dark cloud was looming over his head, so he quickly went to find a fortune teller in the village who could ward off evil spirits to have his fortune told.

The fortune teller counted with his fingers and gave him an idea.

Tang Songlin followed the fortune teller's advice and had someone bury Zhu hastily without making it public.

"Can this break the evil spirit?" He was half-believing and half-doubting.

The fortune teller nodded and said, "Don't let anyone know about this, or you'll lose your life."

Tang Songlin nodded his head rapidly, "I know, I know, I won't say anything."

The fortune teller sent a letter to Shi Anxia to convey the news.

When Shi Anxia received the letter, he and his sister-in-law Wei Cailing were preparing the items needed for the Mo porcelain exhibition in order to dazzle the eyes of other countries and earn some money from them.

The main goal is to pluck the feathers of the passing geese, and we cannot let other countries just come and make a fuss without giving any money.

After reading the letter, she handed it to Wei Cailing.