Chapter 71: Ask yourself clearly
Chapter 71 Ask a question (Shandong Flower Mushroom Wanshang plus more)
"Mother, let's report to the official! If we drag on like this, I'm afraid the second sister—" Cui Yunwei was anxious.
Wen’s eyes were painful and hesitant.
She didn't know that after reporting to an official, her hopes would be greater, but after more than ten days of thinking, she also clearly understood that the consequences of a reporting official were the most terrifying.
It’s been so long. It doesn’t matter whether the government can find Qing'er back, or if it is found back, Qing'er’s famous festival is completely ruined, and outsiders’ accusations will follow her for life.
Not only Qinger, but Weier’s marriage will also be affected.
Even other girls in Bofu will be implicated.
Not to mention the reputation of Bofu and Wenjia...
Although she wanted to find her daughter back, she would never hesitate to trade her own life. But this world is particularly unfair to women. Many things are placed on women. As long as they live in this world, they are destined to be unable to escape.
"Is the mother afraid of the father's blame?"
Cui Yunwei frowned and said: "After the big deal, my mother took me and my second sister to reconcile with my father!"
Over the years, my father obeyed my grandmother in everything, and never considered his mother and their sisters more than half.
But if you can bear it, you can bear it.
The second sister, who really disappointed her with her father, encountered this kind of thing this time. Not only was her father not worried, but he wanted to suppress it. He scolded her mother in every possible way and even beat her mother!
My father would make trouble after drinking some bad wine on weekdays. He was of mediocre ability, mediocre appearance, and smelly feet!
A man full of shortcomings like this, no one wants it on the street!
The more Cui Yunwei thinks about it, the more it feels worthless for her mother, she said: "Even if he really drives us out, what about my mother still has a dowry, and I can also do embroidery work to support my mother and second sister!"
What's wrong with the woman, the big deal is that she also learned from the Master Xu Ying in Shangyu Pavilion if she does not marry, and she can live very well with her own skills.
Wenshi had a wry smile on his face.
As far as the daughter’s embroidery skills are concerned, it’s not bad if she doesn’t pay, so how can she feed her?
Furthermore, if you report to an official and stare with so many eyes, it will be even more impossible for your husband to reconcile with her.
"Don't say these silly things."
Wen’s eyes are red, and his expression is complicated and authentic: “Whether you want to report to the official, it’s not too late to make a decision after your grandmother’s funeral tomorrow...”
She still needs to think about it.
Cui's mouth was open, but he didn't say much.
She is not Wen's, and she can't really put herself in the situation and understand the other person's situation and thoughts, so she is naturally not good at interfering.
Looking at Wen Clan, who looked repeatedly in front of him, Xu Mingyi already had the answer in his heart.
She didn't know what Wen's thoughts would be afterwards, or whether they encountered other obstacles, but it was clear that the other party still failed to get an official report in the end.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been ignorant of the disappearance of her cousin in the previous life.
But newspaper officials are still good.
Not to mention Tibetans and tactful investigations, it is far more effective than not involving the government.
And when the other party did this, it was clearly expected that Yongan Bofu would not dare to report to an official. Under this situation, if he did report to an official, it might be able to knock the mountain and shake the tiger and lead the snake out of the cave.
No matter how bad, I take the opportunity to observe everyone's reactions around, and there will always be more or less gains.
Thinking about the fact that the Cui sisters were deliberately embarrassed by Xia Xi in Shangyu Pavilion that day, Xu Mingyi pondered for a moment, but still opened his mouth.
"As for the newspaper officer, I have a way. I wonder if Madam would like to listen to it?"
Wen raised his head when he heard the sound.
Under the shining of the soft and light orange gauze lamp, the girl's originally leaning towards the bright looks became more and more beautiful, but her eyes were clear and calm, which made people feel that she was inexplicably more stable in her heart.
Even if she didn't give too much hope for the girl's next words, Wen still nodded.
"Miss Xu, please speak."
The night wind swayed into the house, and the flames surrounded by gauze lanterns bounced slightly.
The night outside the window is like splashing ink.
The next day was the funeral of Mrs. Yong Anbo.
Where the funeral team passed by, paper money was spilling in the sky. As a famous peerless filial son in Beijing, Yongan Bo's son Cui Xin was holding his arm tied with a thick wound cloth and crying.
Wu Zhao on horseback saw this scene and frowned slightly in disgust.
It is certainly sad that someone in the family has passed away, but a big man crying in the street so unsightly, he needs to be dragged away by his subordinates, and even the coffin bearer behind him has to stop and wait repeatedly. It’s not enough. The word decent.
The steed slowly left the crowd, and when no one was there, they galloped back to the Dingnan Palace in central Beijing.
The young man jumped off his horseback, threw the rein to the servant who came forward to salute, and strode up the stone steps.
"The son."
A young man in the front yard greeted him and said, "The eldest son let the youngest wait here for the son to return home."
Wu Zhao stopped when he heard the words and looked at Xiao Si.
The little girl immediately said: "The son is waiting for the son to speak in the study."
Wu Chao nodded slightly, before asking more, he stepped away.
In the spacious and bright study room in the main courtyard, Wu Jingming, the prince of Dingnan, heard the news from the people outside the study, first got up and put the secret letter in his hand back into the secret compartment of the bookshelf, then said: "Come in."
While speaking, he drew a book from the shelf and put it in his hand.
The next person pushed the door open, Wu Chao walked in, glanced at the history book in his father's hand, his eyes moved slightly.
Father is well versed in history, so he doesn’t need to read history books on weekdays.
Therefore, such books are usually placed in the corners of the bookshelves, and they are rarely taken out.
Wu Zhao glanced at the corner of the bookshelf without a trace, and raised his hand to salute: "Father."
"I heard that you went to the teahouse again today?" Wu Jingming sat down after the book case, and motioned for his son to sit down and talk too.
"Yes." Wu Chao said truthfully: "My son wants to continue to investigate the incident that he was presumed to be in distress."
The person hiding in the dark and trying to kill him, whether it is the court or the Wu family, has yet to be able to find out who it is.
"I said before, people from the clan come to investigate this matter, so you don't have to worry too much."
Wu Zhao's expression didn't change much when he heard that, but he bluntly asked: "Why doesn't my father want me to deal with this matter?"
Outsiders may not know it, but his father always knew that he, the King of Dingnan, seemed to get into trouble frequently in Ningyang. He only knew how to play around. He had no other merits worth mentioning except a face, but these were just doing things. It's just for the court.
On the contrary, the things he has to learn since childhood and the tests he has to withstand are hundreds of times more than others.
Wu’s family secretly held power in various places in Ningyang. He had tried to take over under the instruction of his grandfather as early as three years ago.
In the clan, there are entanglements from various forces, even those who are not suitable for seeing the light are involved in life, and he has also dealt with it.
Yes, now my father has tried to discourage him twice and three times.
Today he wants to ask his father more clearly.
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