Chapter 127: A rare opportunity, its time to solve it
"No, no, no, yes, I am a timid servant. Please forgive me, Madam." Xiaochun was so frightened that her whole body was trembling, but she still finished her sentence.
The Duke's wife softly shouted: "Take him down!" She was too lazy to waste her words on such a stubborn person. Since she didn't want to talk, she would wait for her to free up her hands and tell her what she should do and what she shouldn't do.
Do.
"The others will disperse on their own." The Duke's wife glanced at the situation where the fallen leaves could be heard below, and immediately waved her hand and said.
"Take Song Mingyuan to the front hall." The Duke's wife immediately stood up and walked forward. As she stood up and left, she also made several gestures, and the people in the dark immediately took action.
"Mom, are you going to solve everything?" Luo Qingxue smiled warmly, her jade-like face was gentle, but the question she asked was a bit bloody.
"Of course, our Duke's government has been able to tolerate them for so long, and it is because we have exhausted our benevolence and justice. Since something like this happened today, shouldn't we seize the opportunity? After all, the opportunity is rare." Madam Guogong affirmed, no matter whose spies they are, today
He left his life in the Duke's Mansion.
"It's mother, sons, go and help them now." Luo Jingkong raised her lips and smiled.
"Go, don't make any noise, and don't find anything from your body that represents your identity." The murderous aura on the Duke's wife flashed across her body, and everyone thought it was because they felt something was wrong.
"Madam, bring Song Mingyuan here." Yan Zhong personally brought Song Mingyuan here. After all, this person is different from the servants in the mansion.
"Mingyuan has met Madam. I wonder if Madam is looking for Mingyuan now, but what happened to my grandfather?" Song Mingyuan was dressed in a green student robe, with a graceful demeanor, a delicate face, and a pair of smiling faces that looked as harmless as the boy next door.
And amiable.
"What happened in the mansion? Mingyuan really doesn't know?" Mrs. Guogong didn't mince words, and looked at this young man who was as old as her sons with smiling eyes. Although he lived in the palace, he was not a servant of the mansion.
They just gave them one in the remote yard of the servants' house.
Doubts flashed in Song Mingyuan's eyes, but when he saw the look in the Duke's wife's half-smiling eyes, he panicked for a moment and pinched the folding fan with such force that his knuckles turned white.
"Ma'am, please speak clearly." He bowed and saluted.
"Xiaochun should be familiar to you, right? She's doing it all for you. You can't deny her, right?" As soon as Mrs. Guogong said these words, Lan Gu and the four maids behind her glanced at each other and looked even lower.
head.
"Madam, I..." Song Mingyuan wanted to deny it immediately, but the Duke's wife did not give him this chance and immediately spoke again.
"Xiaochun's life is in your hands. Now it depends on what she expects. Is the person she treats sincerely worth paying for with her own life?" After saying that, the Duke's wife took a sip of tea and was not anxious at all.
This was just a reason for her to rectify the Duke's palace.
The Duke's Mansion has gone through so many storms, but this little thing that doesn't even cause waves is not worth mentioning.
"Madam, I really don't know what you are talking about. Who is Xiaochun? I really don't know." Song Mingyuan lowered his head slightly so that everyone could not see the look in his eyes clearly.
Now everyone thought that the Duke's wife would be angry, but they didn't expect that there was no other look on the Duke's face. It seemed that Song Mingyuan's answer was already expected by her.
"He is really an infatuated woman and a heartless man. Go down!" The Duke's wife did not embarrass Song Mingyuan.
"Madam, there is obviously something wrong with Song Mingyuan. Why don't you detain him and interrogate him?" Lianqiu was not convinced. Looking at these white-eyed wolves, she was so angry that her heart ached. What a great place for the Duke's Mansion, masters.
They are all easy to serve, and each of them can make progress.
"It's okay. Whoever did it will certainly not let him escape." As soon as Mrs. Guogong finished speaking, the chief steward Yanzhong brought Mr. Song over.
"Old slave, I've met Madam." Mr. Song limped in and knelt on the ground with a plop.
The eyes of the Duke's wife's eyes darkened: "What are you doing, Mr. Song? The old Duke has already returned your bond of sale to you a long time ago. You are not considered a servant of the Duke's mansion now. Please take a seat."
Mr. Song smiled bitterly, knowing that this matter could not be solved. He had previously retreated in order to make progress, hoping that the Duke's wife would be lenient for the sake of the old Duke, but Mrs. Guo's reply was considered an answer.
He did what he was tempted to do.
But that was his grandson, a single seedling, and he could not let go of the ancestors of the Song family.
"Mr. Song should know why I invited you here?" Mrs. Guo Gong is very polite. She can give the old man the dignity he deserves, but if someone wants to ruin the reputation of Guo Gong's house, she will not agree.
"Such a big thing happened, slave, of course I know about it." Old Song's body became weaker and weaker.
He knew something was wrong from everyone's reaction at that time.
"Oh? I wonder if Mr. Song can help me clear up my doubts. I remember that there are foreign books in the library, but there are no books on foreign strange stories. I wonder if Mr. Song can tell me when this book was added to the collection.
Is there any record of it in the pavilion? And who sent it here?"
As the Duke's wife finished speaking, Mr. Song felt extremely ashamed. He shook his head silently: "Please forgive me, Madam. I am an old slave. I am old, deaf and blind. I don't know when I collected such a book."
It is all my fault that the library has been destroyed. I will bear the responsibility that I should have. I also hope that the Duke of Guo can give me a chance to make up for my fault. I really don’t know that I will let the Duke of Guo because of such a book.
It's all my fault that the government is in this situation, and I will bear it myself."
Mrs. Guo Gong took a deep look at Mr. Song. What Song Lao said about giving him a chance was not that she wanted to be his library cleaner in the Duke's Mansion as usual, but that she wanted to explain the matter in front of the emperor and talk to him about it.
The government has nothing to do with it.
And the responsibility is not to tell the person behind it, and the only person who worries Mr. Song so much and is willing to take the blame is his grandson Song Mingyuan.
"Mr. Song should know that we just want to find out the person behind the scenes, and we will not let go of the people who were used as gunmen. We hope Mr. Song can go back and think about it carefully." Even if Mr. Song did this.
Everything, but for the sake of the old prince, they couldn't do anything to Mr. Song. They might as well force him now and find the culprit.
The Duke's wife's words made it clear that Song Mingyuan was the one who was used as a gunman.
"Madam..." Mr. Song was about to say something else, but Yan Zhong shook his head to stop him. Then he lowered his head and returned to his small courtyard dejectedly.
"Grandpa?" Song Mingyuan paced back and forth in the yard anxiously. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mr. Song back, but at the same time he felt anxious. He anxiously stepped forward to support Mr. Song and blurted out his words of inquiry.
