Chapter 73: The Soul of Wrong Condensation
The night is getting darker.
Song is not asleep yet.
“Little madam, take a rest!”
Mrs. Yang’s old eyes were narrowed, she couldn’t bear it anymore.
"Go down and sleep! I'll just ask Liu Yun and Hua Hong to take care of you." Mrs. Song could see that she couldn't hold on any longer.
"Mother Yang, please go and rest! The little madam is with us!" the two maids also said.
"The old slave will leave first." Mrs. Yang knocked on her back. Recently, she only felt that her body was not as good as before, which showed that she was really old.
As soon as she came outside, a dark shadow suddenly pounced on her, startling her.
"Ouch! It's the fifth young master. I scared my old lady to death!" Mrs. Yang covered her heart, and the thumping in her chest made her feel particularly uncomfortable.
"I want grandma to sleep with me." Gong Baoan pretended to be asleep before and really fell asleep, but now he woke up and couldn't fall asleep.
"Oh, Fifth Young Master, this can't be done. The young lady is feeling unwell right now! Don't go over there and make trouble for her, and be obedient!" Mrs. Yang stopped Gong Baoan.
Because he was too small, Mrs. Yang had to squat down and hug him.
Suddenly she smelled a scent on Gong Baoan's neck, she couldn't help but exclaimed, and even pushed Gong Baoan out.
Gong Baoan fell on his butt and started crying.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Song asked displeasedly inside.
"Little Madam..." Mrs. Yang's voice changed a little, and she was obviously very frightened.
"Mother Yang, are you okay?" At this time, Hehua came in from outside, first picked up Gong Baoan, and then stepped forward to help Mrs. Yang.
"Bring the fifth young master in and let me have a look." Mrs. Song was worried about her son.
Gong Baoan was led in by the maid, sobbing.
"Where did it hurt from the fall? Come here and let me hug you." Mrs. Song stretched out her hand, and Gong Baoan climbed into her arms.
In just a moment, Song's pupils dilated.
She tried her best to suppress her frantic heartbeat and calmed down for a while before saying, "Liuyun, you and Huahong go to coax the fifth young master to sleep, and let Mother Yang come in first."
"Fifth Young Master, let's go, my servant will coax you to sleep." The two girls took Gong Baoan away.
"Little Madam..." Mrs. Yang was shocked, "Just now I smelled a smell on the Fifth Young Master...did you...did you smell it too?"
"What do you smell?" Mrs. Song asked her.
"It's... it tastes like rose cake, and... it also smells like milk..." Mrs. Yang was so nervous that she choked, "That's clearly... it's clearly the third young master..."
Gong Kangan was only one year old when he died. He had not yet been weaned, and the smell of milk on his body was particularly obvious.
And his favorite snack on weekdays is rose cake, and he was indeed poisoned to death after eating rose cake.
These two smells are impossible to have on Gong Baoan, which is why Mrs. Yang is so panicked.
Mrs. Song frowned tightly after hearing this: "Don't talk nonsense!"
"It's true!" Mrs. Yang's whole body was shaking unconsciously, "Could it be...could it be that the Third Young Master is real?" Are you back? "Don't talk nonsense! Maybe someone is causing trouble." Mrs. Song didn't want to admit it.
"This courtyard is full of our own people. Although the fourth young master has been here during the day, it has been so long. Besides, we have not smelled the fifth young master before. It smells like this!" Mrs. Yang's eyes wandered wildly, always feeling like there were many ghosts in the room. "My dear lady, if you don't believe it, go smell it for yourself, that smell... I will never forget that smell in my life... "
"Stay still!" Mrs. Song didn't know where she got the strength. She grabbed Mrs. Yang's shoulders and stared at her fiercely. "What will happen to you and me when I come back?" ? ”
"Little madam, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that the third young master's ghost will come back to claim his life..." Although Mrs. Yang has evil intentions, she is inevitably afraid of ghosts and gods at this time.
"Huh! You can't take my life even if you want it. If you want to take it, you can't take the life of Wen! His life was given by me. I had no choice but to blame him. My life is not good!" Mrs. Song's face was so ferocious, as if she was possessed by a ghost under the candlelight.
Mr. Yang looked at her with infinite fear in her heart. There was a premonition telling her that retribution was coming.
"I tell you, fear is useless." Mrs. Song saw her fear and hesitation, "We have no way out! Even if we go to hell after death, we must enjoy wealth and honor while we are alive. Do your best!
Think about your children and descendants. As long as I take the position of my wife, what benefits will I get without you? You are my confidant! You give 30%, so that they no longer have to be slaves and maids, and can still be masters!”
It has to be said that the reason why Mrs. Song and Mrs. Yang were able to work together was because they were the same person at heart.
Ms. Song understood what Mrs. Yang was afraid of, but she also knew better what moved her the most.
Having money can make ghosts go around, and money can make people not afraid of ghosts.
Sure enough, Mrs. Yang’s eyes burst out with light again. Her body was still shaking a little, but her voice was calmer than before.
“Little madam, what do you think we should do?”
"What should I do? I'll naturally take advantage of the situation." Mrs. Song sneered, "Even if his grievance is still there, I will use this grievance to make a fuss and pull Wen Mingqian down!"
Lingyue Pavilion.
Wen Mingqian is not asleep yet.
She stared at the remaining pieces of chess on the table, slightly lost in thought.
"Girl, it's late at night, go to sleep!" Zhang Ma urged.
"You heard what He Hua said just now. Mrs. Yang was afraid of being like that, and she obviously had something in her heart. My guess was correct. They were the ones who killed Kang'an's child, and they were shouting "Catch the thief." Wen Mingqian said.
Lotus was originally sent by the Song family to serve Wen Mingqian. Later, when the Song family became pregnant, Wen Mingqian sent several more people back, including Hehua.
But she had bribed Hehua long before that. Of course Song was not bad to Hehua, but she could not be said to be very good.
The benefits Wen Mingqian gave to Hehua were ten times more than what Song gave him, and Hehua had no reason not to agree.
What's more, what Wen Mingqian asked her to do was just a small matter of reporting information, and he didn't make it so difficult for her.
"It's just that I still haven't figured out the crux." Wen Mingqian tapped a chess piece lightly and frowned slightly.
Why did the Song family kill their own son? Wen Mingqian still can't figure it out.
"The human heart is dark. For someone as vicious and vicious as Song, it is indeed difficult to guess what she is thinking unless she says it herself." Zhang Ma said.
Wen Mingqian's eyes suddenly lit up and he smiled: "That's right! I was really stupid, I couldn't even think of such a simple way."
"What did the girl think of?" Zhang Ma asked.
"It was what you just said reminded me." Wen Mingqian stood up with a smile, "I can sit back and relax this time."
(End of Chapter)