Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

"Who is it?"

This was the voice of the maid who had called her shifty.

The corner door opened, revealing the impatient face of a maid.

Behind her, the county magistrate's daughter and two maids also turned their heads to look over.

Seeing that it was her, the county magistrate's daughter immediately smiled, "Miss Jinxiu, did you leave anything behind?"

Song Jinxiu glanced at her smiling face. There was disdain at the corners of her mouth, and her smile did not reach her eyes.

Why didn't I notice it just now?

"No, I came to tell the young lady that she should keep using shampoo."

Song Jinxiu walked down the street with her head hung low. She had been taught a real lesson today.

But what's the point of getting angry? Can you fight back?

No.

She couldn't afford to offend the county magistrate's daughter. She knew it the moment she knocked on the door.

She never felt that there was anything wrong with her identity?

What happened to the peasant girl? What happened to the merchant girl?

I don't steal or rob, and my heart is clear.

But what does this prove?

In the eyes of the daughter of a seventh-rank county magistrate, she was a pariah who could be dismissed with a box of snacks made by the servants.

Suddenly, a dark shadow covered her, and Song Jinxiu reflexively dodged and continued walking.

"what happened to you?"

A familiar voice sounded above her head. Song Jinxiu suddenly looked up and looked at the person who was standing in front of her again.

Because they were standing so close, the man looked particularly tall, and she had to lean back to see his face.

What a face it is, with a protruding jawbone, sunken eye sockets, furrowed brows, and a layer of white skin on the mouth.

But she still recognized him at first sight.

"Su Mo?"

He looks so skinny. Did he just come back from a desert adventure?

But the fact that he was able to come out alive means that what I gave him worked.

Song Jinxiu looked around. "Why are you here? Are you okay? Are you alone? Where are the twelve guards? Where is Yiming? Have you seen Yiming?"

Yiming received the news that Su Mo was missing. Now he appeared here in this state. Has he seen Yiming?

The little girl's series of worried words put Su Mo in a good mood.

He smiled at her, "Don't worry, the Twelve Guards are fine. Yiming is fine too. Come with me."

Followed Su Mo into the restaurant opposite.

In the private room on the second floor, a guard with an unfamiliar face was standing at the door. There was no one in the room, and the dishes on the table were still steaming.

Not seeing Su Kui and the others, Song Jinxiu asked with concern, "Why aren't the twelve guards here?"

Su Mo has become like this, the Twelve Guards are probably in an even worse situation.

Su Mo glanced at her and said, "What is there for you to worry about, Old Hay? I'm letting you ask twice."

Song Jinxiu choked, knowing he was teasing her. She pointed at the food and said, "You're not even as good as old hay right now. You don't have any meat on you. Hurry and eat."

But thinking back to the scene he had seen in the desert, Su Mo was only accompanied by the pockmarked man at the time, and there was no sign of other guards.

Glancing at the unfamiliar guards at the door, Song Jinxiu asked with concern, "Is anyone injured?"

After all, I rescued these people myself. If I hadn't saved their master, I'm afraid their tattoos would be so tall by now.

She still hopes that the people she rescued can die of old age.

Su Mo nodded and looked at her: "Don't worry, they are all alive and well. Thanks to the things you gave me, you saved my life again."

Their action this time was to launch a surprise attack on Wang Ying behind the enemy lines.

We needed to march quickly across the edge of the desert, and the guide was found by my uncle.

The first two injuries were caused by his uncle, so he took control of the guide as soon as he entered the desert.

The reason why he was in such a miserable state and had a narrow escape from death was because it was not only his uncle who wanted to kill him, but also his own brother-in-law.

Su Mo gestured for her to sit down. He ordered someone to serve Song Jinxiu a bowl of lotus seed soup. Then he asked, "You look so sad. What happened?"

Song Jinxiu sat opposite Su Mo, turned her head to look at the bustling crowd downstairs, and asked:

"I'm walking with my head down, and you can see my gloomy face from such a distance?"

Su Mo: "Your resentment is so intense that I can sense it from a distance."

He was sitting by the window eating, and he saw her at a glance. The little girl was kicking the stones on the roadside with her head down. She looked so decadent that he felt that the food in his mouth tasted like chewing wax.

So I just went downstairs and called the person up to ask.

"Tell me, what happened? Who made you unhappy? Your father? Or your grandfather? Or someone else in your family?"

Both of them were abandoned and plotted against by their loved ones. Su Mo looked at the girl in front of him and felt a sense of sympathy.

Song Jinxiu was speechless.

"Yi Ming has told you everything about our family? Humph! You even said you would recognize me as your master? And in the blink of an eye, you're riding alone for thousands of miles, going through fire and water for your old master."

Su Mo smiled gently and teased her, "What? Are you jealous?"

Song Jinxiu: "Why should I be jealous! Yiming is already a heroic horse, it's a pity to keep him in the backyard. I say, just because she is a woman, she can't gallop on the battlefield? Is there no room for a female general in Cangwu?"

Song Jinxiu spoke up for Yiming.

Su Mo smiled and looked at her, and saw that she was like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end.

Well, it’s still comfortable to look at it this way.

He smiled and said, "Yiming has made great contributions this time. I have already written a memorial to the emperor. If nothing unexpected happens, Yiming will become the first female general in Cangwu."

"Oh, that's great!"

Song Jinxiu was happy, for Yiming and for all the women in Cangwu.

With a female general, will there be a female top scholar? I’m really looking forward to it!

Su Mo smiled and said, "Are you feeling better? Now you can tell me why you're unhappy, right?"

Song Jinxiu sighed and pouted, "It's because of my uncle."

She recounted what happened to her today.

"I really want to slap her in the face, but I don't dare. I'm afraid that this slap will ruin Uncle Zhang's future. I'll just wait for three years. As long as there's hope, it's fine."

Song Jinxiu snorted, "Humph! If I can't use a carriage, I'll buy a mule tomorrow. A big mule is strong enough to pull a cart!"

Su Mo looked at Song Jinxiu's expression which was sometimes angry, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes helpless.

The little girl felt wronged, and Su Mo was in a bad mood.

Wang Youzhi, the magistrate of Lunshan County, was thus blamed by Su Mo, and his path to promotion became bleak from then on.

Su Mo asked, "You let your uncle become an official just so you can raise horses?"

Song Jinxiu lowered her head and pouted, "I used to, and I still dream that one day I can show off in front of the county magistrate's daughter."

"You think so highly of your uncle. Go back and bring me his articles. I'll see if he's worth your anticipation."

Song Jinxiu said, "No need to go back. I'm taking it with me. I just want to meet the county magistrate and ask him to help him because of my stepfather's literary talent."

As she spoke, Song Jinxiu rummaged through her purse.

Seeing this familiar treasure bag, Su Mo's eyes flashed, and he moved his chair to block the sight of the guard at the door.

Song Jinxiu took out a dozen papers filled with words and handed them over. "Here, these are all. I think they are good. The old teacher we hired in the village also said they are good."

Looking at Song Jinxiu, she looked like she would get angry with you if you dared to say no.

How much I want to have a stepfather who is an official!

Su Mo smiled and shook his head, took the paper and opened it, what caught his eye was the clean, square, uniformly sized Taige style small regular script.

The fonts are smooth and round, yet they also reveal a sense of vicissitudes and sharpness.

Su Mo couldn't help but sit up straight and read carefully.