Chapter 268: 268. Doubt (1)

Both Lu Yan and Jun Jiu Si had no choice but to persuade Song Shaoyu.
Because they all know how rare Song Shao's character is. Only those who have been raised in the palm of their hands since they were young will have such wantonness.
They never owned it, so they wanted to protect it.
Jun Jiu Si insisted on waiting for Mrs. Song at the door, and Lu Yan naturally had no opinion.
For Mrs. Song, Lu Ye was also grateful.
People have no blood relationship with them, but they can bother to find the right husband for her. Although she refused in the end, this does not mean that she has no aptitude.
There are too few people who are really good to her in this world, so no matter what she looks like in the future, she will not hurt these people.
Song Shaomin naturally had some comments, "Co-authoring me tossing in vain, right?"
I left here after I left my mother, and I will definitely talk about it. As a result, I have to wait for my mother for a long time.
Alas, I had known that I had hidden myself after seeing Aya.
Watching Song Shaozhen playing the whip in a boring small range, Jun Jiu smiled and smiled.
Fortunately, Mrs. Song was not a procrastinator, and she came soon.
After seeing Song Shaozhen, she glanced at her first, "Jiu Si, Jier, did this girl bother you two?"
"mother!"
When Song Shaoyu heard the words, he muttered aloud.
What, she looks like someone who causes trouble for no reason?
Mrs. Song ignored Song Shaoyu at all, and pulled Jun Jiusi and Lu Yan into it.
When he came to the flower hall, the little Cui of Madam Wei Guo greeted him. "Mrs. Song, I heard that you are back, and don't go to the Wei Guogong."
Little Cui is the person who likes to talk without turning around. Among the wealthy husbands and wives in Beijing, Mrs. Song had an appetite for her.
Talking to Mrs. Song, you don't have to calculate your mind.
Mrs. Nei Song followed General Song to guard the border, and it was fifteen years to go.
Mrs. Song also had a good opinion of Xiao Cui's. The sisters climbed Xiao Cui's arm and smiled helplessly: "No way, I just came back, a lot of things are waiting for me. My dead girl, a little busy They refused to help, and they tried to cause me trouble. "
Obviously he complained, but Xiao Cui's expression was envious, and he looked at Song Shaoyu very enviously. Only the temperament of that girl was like the general's daughter who grew up in the border.
Wanton display, like an unrestrained eagle above the desert.
"This is the girl, right? When you left, she was just born, and her eyes were so big that she was able to marry someone." After feeling a word, Xiao Cui touched her face subconsciously, "Looking at their tender faces, I feel that I am older."
"How old are your sons, and you don't want to grow old, wouldn't that become a fairy?"
Behind him, a woman came slowly but with a dignified voice.
Jun Jiusi curiously followed the voice and looked at the past. What kind of lady is it? The voice alone is so imposing?
"Sister-in-law, you must tear down my desk." Xiao Cui smiled softly, beckoning to Mrs. Cui behind him, and introduced Mrs. Song, "Mrs. Song, this is my mother-in-law."
Mrs. Song knew it, and it turned out that she was the wife of the Boling Cui family, the second mother-in-law's biological mother.
"Mrs. Song, concubine Shi, and second lady, come in quickly. Sister, too, where are you when a guest comes, just stop talking?"
Mrs. Cui has an average appearance, but she is even a little majestic.
A woman who grows up like this is not pretty. But there is that kind of spirit, but no one dares to look down.
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Mrs. Cui took Mrs. Song and others into the room.
Since it is a full moon feast for children, it is natural to look at children.
In fact, not all guests can see the children. One is that the status of Mrs. Song and Jun Jiusi is valuable, and the inextricable relationship between Xiao Cui and Jin Wangfu.
Inside the room, it was a little stuffy.
As soon as I went in, I saw that there was only one old lady in the house except the girl-in-law and baby-in-law, and the young lady who was pale and weak.
"I've seen the second prince and the lady Mrs. Wei Guo."
Everyone saluted first, and then gave their presents one after another.
After Cui Yunhan asked someone to take it in, he asked the maid: "Show the children to Madam Song and Princess Shi."
"Yes."
Nu Niang hugs a small man wrapped in a warm yellow, slightly lowered, so that everyone can see clearly.
"Yeah, this little girl actually has a dimple, so pretty." Song Shao's eyes narrowed, and the first to spot the corner of the little girl's right mouth, a dimple appeared.
Mrs. Song was also very surprised. "This child is so beautiful."
The most important thing is that the child looks chubby and doesn't look like a premature baby.
Jun Jiusi also said, "This child is really healthy, and he will grow up peacefully and happily."
Although such a blessing is shallow, Cui Yunhan is most willing to hear at this moment.
Jun Jiusi's voice is not soft, flattering, low or high, clear and cold, it makes people listen but it feels like a spring breeze, very comfortable.
Therefore, Cui Yunhan couldn't help but glance at Jun Jiu Si, especially when he saw the eyes of Jun Jiu Si, Cui Yun Han couldn't help but red eyes: "Little Jiu ..."
For a moment, the needle fell in the room.
Even a carefree person like Song Shaoyu felt a little embarrassed.
Soon, Cui Yunhan responded, Xiaojiu left early, without that blessing.
"Sir concubine, I'm really sorry, it's me." Cui Yunhan apologized.
Junjiu shook his head: "If I look a bit like An Xiaojiu, I won't meet my husband."
"Don't you mind?"
"Of course it does mind, but a few days ago, in a restaurant, I met a girl named Little Bowl. She told me that no one is a substitute for anyone, and no one can be a substitute for others. Xiaojiu met with her husband, then why did she keep up with her husband, not because of myself? "
Junjiu thought long ago.
Although when she mentioned An Xiaojiu, she was still a little bit awkward for a moment, but she wouldn't be as sharp as before.
Say something bad.
Although the living is never better than the dead, the same dead are never better than the living.
Arguing further, what use is there for besides making yourself unhappy?
"You are so special ..." Cui Yunhan actually wanted to say more, so that she was more like An Xiaojiu.
Visual imagination can be discerned. But the similarity in the language of expressions is easy to be confused.
Cui Yunhan smiled and grabbed Jun Jiusi's hand, lowered her head and touched the jade bracelet on her wrist.
If it is Xiaojiu, there should be scars on the wrist ...