All Hail Cousin Brother

Mrs. Song said wearily: "Over the years, seeing you become more silent and indifferent every day, I always think that when you were a child, you were also a monkey with a good head. When you made a fuss, no one in the family could stop you , unlike now, taciturn, with no desires or desires..."

How could such a rambunctious child be so easy to be quiet?

That's called Jiafa's whip and it hurts the skin and flesh.

Kneeling in the ancestral hall hurts the bones.

It is also harsh and a lesson.

It is the expectation that weighs on his small shoulders every word.

Everyone said that the Marquis of Zhen Guo was well-educated and could raise such an outstanding junior as Ming Zhao, but sometimes, she often wondered whether they were cultivating Ming Zhao or destroying him?

Mingzhao alienated everyone in the mansion, and even took precautions. Even if he was happy, he was bored in his heart, and he didn't want anyone to know.

He doesn't trust anyone, but only himself. The more he wants and values ​​something, the less he dares to let anyone know. He is always afraid that he will become another cat that is "fallen to death".

He has never been fulfilled by anyone, and he can figure out what he wants.

It was a favorite marriage, but something happened suddenly, which made Ming Zhao panic, so he begged her.

The man has gold under his knees, and he would rather kneel down and beg her, a grandmother, than express his heart to her openly like a real grandson.

As Mrs. Song spoke, her eyes couldn't help getting wet.

Song Mingzhao just knelt on the ground stiffly, not knowing how to react.

Mrs. Song pinched the veil, pressed the corners of her eyes lightly, took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to Yu Mansion tomorrow, get up!"

Song Mingzhao respectfully kowtowed to Mrs. Song: "Thank you, grandma."

With a solid head, Mrs. Song's heart was dripping with blood, and the grandparents also saw each other like this: "Ming Zhao, do you... blame me?"

Song Mingzhao was taken aback when he heard that, and slowly lowered his head: "Grandson, don't dare."

Did he not dare, or did not, maybe even Mingzhao himself did not feel the difference.

Mrs. Song's whole body was weak, and she forced her spirits: "Don't mess up your position. People say that good things take time, and old man Yu prefers Yaoyao. You want her to be happy about the engagement, then It is impossible, unless she is blinded in a hurry, even if a celestial being is placed in front of her, she can still pick out three points of mistakes, and she has to look at each other carefully and think about it."

After hearing this, Song Mingzhao didn't feel comforted: "Thank you grandma for worrying about me."

Thinking about something in her heart, Mrs. Song tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well. The next day, even her eye sockets were dark. After washing and combing, she put on some powder to cover it up. Without appetite, he ate a few mouthfuls hastily, and ordered someone to hitch a carriage and go to Yu Mansion.

Mrs. Yu was not thinking about ordering orders, but she was not very active, although Ling Huai invited Master Huiji to calculate the order.

But monks don't tell lies.

She didn't care about Tiansheng Fengming, and wanted to smother this matter to death, so no one would know, but once she looked at the life note of the main fire, she felt flustered and uncomfortable.

Grandma Liu thought she was unwell, so she specially invited the imperial doctor into the mansion.

The imperial doctor only said that the old lady's liver qi was not smooth, and prescribed a prescription to soothe the liver. The eldest lady also prepared incense and tea to soothe the liver, and sent them over for the old lady to eat.

Therefore, after learning that Mrs. Song was coming, Mrs. Yu couldn't cheer up either.

Mrs. Song was taken aback when she saw her black eyes and listless look: "You old bastard,

What's wrong with this? When I saw you back, I always looked like Sun Wanshi was full of energy, so why did you have a bitter face? "

Old Madam Yu sighed: "It doesn't matter whether you have children or granddaughters, they are all the sins of the previous life, and the debts of this life, there is always a heart that can't be finished!"

Old Mr. Song understood as soon as he heard it. This endless worry was still related to the marriage. It seemed that there was something hidden in it.

After a little deliberation, she said, "In this capital, no sister is as elegant as yours. This is not a good one. Why do you have to worry about eating and sleeping?"

Old Madam Yu gave her a blank look: "Don't pretend to be garlic in front of me, as if I don't know why you came."

When this matter was brought up, Mrs. Song also lost her spirits: "Mingzhao likes your family, and you, an old bastard, know it well in the past two years. You don't know, but he has put all his energy into thinking about it. If you want to be a blockbuster in this year's Spring Festival, you have the confidence, let me come to your house to propose marriage."

Old Madam Yu lowered her eyes, the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, and she didn't speak.

On the Buddha's Day, Song Mingzhao was scheming and calculating. Although it was unpleasant, it was understandable. However, Song Mingzhao was so thoughtful that he lost his openness and openness in front of his elders, which annoyed her a little. up.

Mrs. Song changed the subject: "Cheating in a scientific examination almost broke him. You don't know that Mingzhao capsized in the gutter and ordered people to use many tricks and punishments in prison, almost costing his life." I went in, and after I was released from prison, I invited Shi Yu to treat me, and later Master Huitong prescribed a recuperation prescription, which made me feel better..."

But even so, the root cause of the disease was still lost.

Doctor Shi only said that if you take care of it carefully while you are young, you can raise it well.

Before, I only heard Song Mingzhao mention it lightly, but I didn't know the danger in it, and Mrs. Yu couldn't bear it.

Thinking of what the child suffered in prison and suffered, no matter how much annoyance he had, it was almost gone.

I can probably understand Song Mingzhao's thoughts.

Yuan was also full of confidence, but the sudden fraud disrupted his plan. He was worried that something would happen to his marriage, so he took the "Grace of Saving Life" and the "Third Prince" to attack.

Of course!

She also understands that Song Laohuo is a shrewd person, and he said this intentionally, so that it makes people feel soft.

Mrs. Song sighed slightly: "You're right, it doesn't matter whether it's children, granddaughters, or grandsons, it's all the sins of the previous life, and the debts of this life. Suddenly, Yaoyao will not hold a birthday party, and Ming Zhao is also panicked. No, I begged to come here." Speaking of this, she changed the subject and said, "I came here today to ask you, what do you think about Yaoyao's marriage?"

Mrs. Yu is in a bad mood: "This child Mingzhao is the best in terms of looks and talents. The Song and Yu families are family friends, and your Zhenguohou's mansion is also a noble family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Needless to say, Feng Zi, you old man, you have loved Yaoyao since you were young, and your eldest daughter-in-law also likes Yaoyao, there is no other family that makes me feel more at ease than your family."

Having said that, she was also full of helplessness, took out her purse, and handed it to Mrs. Song: "You should read it yourself, lest you think I am fooling you with words."

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . The fastest website for mobile version updates: