Xu Qinghuan immediately stepped out of the carriage and saw Mama Bai, the steward next to Mrs. Song.
"How's it going?" Mrs. Song opened the curtain and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Xu Qinghuan, "Is everything done?"
Xu Qinghuan nodded: "It's done."
"That's good," Mrs. Song said, "I heard that something happened at Anshan Temple, but I haven't heard from you all this time. I'm really worried."
Mother Bai smiled and said: "The old lady was worried and insisted on going out of the city to welcome me. Fortunately, I met the eldest lady."
Xu Qinghuan felt warm in her heart.
Old Mrs. Xu saw Miss Yan Si also getting off the carriage: "Whose child is that? Call them over too. We have prepared meals at home. You go over and have a rest."
Miss Yan Si stepped forward and saluted Mrs. Song: "Thank you, Mrs. Song. Something happened at home. I want to go back and take care of it. I will pay my respects to the old Mrs. another day."
Old Mrs. Song said: "The old lady is here to deal with these matters. There is no rush for this moment. You can follow me home!"
Miss Yan Si was a little hesitant. The affairs of the Yan family had not yet been clarified. She was not sure whether walking around like this would harm others, so she was still hesitant.
Xu Qinghuan looked at Miss Yan Si: "I'll have someone go to Yan's house to inquire first. It won't take long."
Miss Yan Si immediately saluted: "Then I'll bother the old lady and the eldest lady."
As it got dark, the whole Jiangyin City gradually became quiet. When Xu Qinghuan and Miss Yan Si entered the Song family, their mother, the steward, came up with someone to serve them.
Miss Yan Si was deliberately kidnapped in order to catch the murderers. She was already in a very miserable condition. The mother in charge specially prepared clean clothes and hot water and led Miss Yan Si to change.
Xu Qinghuan simply freshened up and then went to drink tea with Mrs. Song.
Old Mrs. Song held the tea bowl with a smile on her face: "I heard that you were investigating cases in this way in Fengxiang and Beijing before. It was really dangerous every step of the way. If your grandmother and mother found out, I don't know how I would feel distressed."
Xu Qinghuan said: "When I ran away from home, my grandmother and mother didn't know much about what was going on. This time I have to admit my mistake when I go back."
Old Mrs. Song couldn't help but laugh out loud: "My wife will not scold you. When you live to our age, you understand everything." She slightly restrained her smile, "But from now on, if my grandson doesn't do well,
To protect you, I will definitely reprimand him."
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but lower his head and smile, not daring to look into Mrs. Song's eyes.
Old Mrs. Song smiled deliberately and said, "What? Is there anything inappropriate about him?"
"Old lady, let's have some snacks!" Xu Qinghuan picked up the plate and brought it to Mrs. Song's mouth.
Old Mrs. Song said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, the old lady stopped talking." After saying this, her eyes became a little more happy. Now it seems that it is not too miserable, and it is not to the point of being disgusted by others. She has already
Very satisfied.
"I will be preparing to go to Beijing in the next two days," Mrs. Song said. "Madam walks slowly, so I will leave you earlier so as not to hold you back." The most important thing is to prepare early, so as not to get in trouble with Mrs. Xu.
If you lose your etiquette in front of others and want to win over others, you must always let others see your sincerity.
Xu Qinghuan said: "I have to work hard, old lady."
Old Mrs. Song smiled lovingly: "The old lady is very happy about this, how can she find it hard?"
Xu Qinghuan chatted with the old lady for a while, and Miss Yan Si also changed her clothes and walked in the door.
Mrs. Song nodded repeatedly: "I feel more energetic now. No matter what I do when I go back, I will always have some confidence in my heart."
Miss Yan Si saluted Mrs. Song gratefully.
"We'll have dinner first. If you want to leave later, we'll take you back."
The three of them had dinner together, and Miss Yan Si said goodbye to Mrs. Song: "No matter what, I am also the daughter of the Yan family, and I have to go back and face it." Just like what Mrs. Song said, she is now in high spirits and in her heart.
With a little more confidence, she will not be afraid no matter what happens.
After Miss Yan Si left, Mrs. Song smiled slightly: "She is a good child, upright and clean. People in the world are always too one-sided and talk about etiquette. This child will do this because the Yan family was mean to her first. If the Yan family carefully protects her,
How could there be today?
You guys have done a great thing."
Xu Qinghuan said goodbye to Mrs. Song and returned home in the car. Meng Lingyun stepped forward to report: "Miss Yan returned to the Yan family safely. Someone came to collect debts from Mrs. Yan. Miss Yan promised that as long as it was confirmed that the debt was owed by the Yan family,
Even if she sells her house and land, she will pay it back."
If the Yan family was going to lose, it would be up to Miss Yan Si to clean up the mess. Fortunately, Miss Yan Si was not so embarrassed when she appeared in front of people, otherwise those people would probably make an even bigger fuss.
"Take someone with you to the Yan family to ask. If Miss Yan Si needs help, please help."
The Yan family also has to organize the funeral for the second roommate of the Yan family, and I am afraid that Miss Yan Si will be too busy with these matters.
After explaining everything, Xu Qinghuan lay on the bed and closed his eyes. He just wanted to have a solid sleep. Changzhou at this moment can make people sleep peacefully. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
…
It was already very late when Song Chengxuan returned to the Song family. Mrs. Song had already rested. He went back to the room and took a shower first. When he came out, he found snacks on the Eight Immortals table.
Song Chengxuan asked: "Is this arranged by my grandmother?"
"No," the mother in charge said with a smile, "the old lady brought Miss Xu here."
Song Chengxuan immediately frowned and looked outside. Is she still in the Song family? Why didn't he know?
Upon seeing this, the steward's mother immediately continued: "Miss Xu has gone back now, but these snacks were prepared by the eldest lady. The old lady told me that if the uncle comes back late, he should have some snacks before going to bed."
Song Chengxuan nodded, and his mother in charge was about to leave.
Song Chengxuan said: "Did Miss Xu say anything?"
"We talked a lot," the mother in charge said with a bright smile, "It was all about gossiping with the old lady."
"I understand." Song Chengxuan lowered his head to look at the plate of snacks.
The mother in charge slowly withdrew.
The snack was very delicately made, and it looked like red bean cake.
He actually doesn't like eating such snacks late at night. In the past, before anything happened in Prince Wei's palace, his mother would always order the kitchen to serve such a dish to him before going to bed. After so many years, he is no longer a child.
Although thinking this way, Song Chengxuan glanced at the book in his hand and glanced over again. Although he had eaten in the Yamen, he was still a little hungry.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth.
The snacks are very soft, melt in the mouth, not too sweet, and suit his appetite.
After eating a piece, I went to get it again.
While eating, I turned over the book in my hand, and when I picked it up again, I found that the plate was empty.
Song Chengxuan took a sip of tea and cleared his throat.
The boy at the door walked in immediately and was a little surprised when he saw the empty plates on the table, but he quickly lowered his head to clear away the dishes.
My uncle has a very regular schedule, so he should be taking a break.
"Is there any more?"
The boy was startled. Did he hear it right?
Song Chengxuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
The boy immediately said: "If there is... and... I will go and get it. Isn't the uncle eating?"
Song Chengxuan remained silent.
Usually in this case, he guessed correctly.
"Quick, quick, quick," the boy trotted all the way back to the kitchen, "hurry up and prepare the meal for the uncle. The uncle hasn't eaten yet."
Because of a plate of red bean cake, the small kitchen of the Song family became busy until dawn, and the cook went back to rest.
early morning.
Before dawn, the concierge of the Xu family heard a knock on the door.
Whoever came so early could be Yang Er who came to deliver fresh vegetables.
"Yang Er, are you full enough to hold yourself up so early..." The concierge rubbed his sleepy eyes, then showed a surprised look, "Master Song..."