At this time, Chen Qushui in Yizhitang was pacing around the room anxiously.

Songluo sat beside him, leaning on her elbows, and felt that her eyes were almost dazzled by Mr. Chen's gaze.

He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Chen, would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

Chen Qushui stopped walking when he heard this, but answered irrelevantly: "Wuyi hasn't come back yet? Go and have a look!"

The guards of Yizhi Hall suddenly changed, and they were all detained in Yizhi Hall. They were not allowed to go anywhere. Even the food was brought to the door by the maids, and then brought in by the guards at the door. They just said that valuable things were lost at home and they were looking for them. But within half an hour after the prince came back, the guards at the door disappeared, and they could come and go freely.

Mr. Chen was extremely anxious, so he quickly sent Wuyi to find the prince, and told him to tell him about the unusual things in the mansion.

But Wuyi had been gone for almost an hour and had not returned yet.

After being asked this by Chen Qushui, Song Luo also became a little worried.

He responded and went to the gate.

The surroundings were quiet, and the entire Yizhi Hall seemed to be empty. However, the intermittent noises coming from the mourning hall in front made the courtyard seem even quieter.

Songluo really wanted to look for Wuyi, but when he thought of what Mr. Yan had told them before he was sent to serve Mr. Chen, he quickly suppressed the thought.

It seemed that Mr. Chen thought the same as he did, that what happened in the mansion was very strange and that he should tell the prince as soon as possible.

"Why hasn't Wuyi come back yet?" He walked back, talking to himself, "When the prince comes back, he will definitely go to see the Duke first, and then go to mourn in front of the coffin. It should be easy to find him! Did Wuyi encounter something?"

Chen Qushui, who Songluo believed shared the same idea, opened the window of the study, looked at the leaves that looked particularly green after being washed by rain, and fell into deep thought.

Within half an hour, the Duke of England's mansion was restored to its original state, which meant that the result was out.

Did Song Mo win or lose?

Logically speaking, given the deliberate plot and the fact that they are close relatives, Song Mo would undoubtedly lose; but this man is too ruthless, so there is a chance that he might be able to escape death.

The most important thing is to know who wins and who loses.

If Song Mo failed, he would definitely be liquidated. Although he was usually very cautious and burned the letters he exchanged with the Fourth Miss after reading them and never kept them, the people in the Duke of Ying's Mansion also regarded him as a down-and-out scholar who lived off others and did not take him seriously. However, judging from Yan Chaoqing's character, there was a high probability that he had instructed Song Luo and Wu Yi. If Song Luo and Wu Yi revealed something to the people in the Duke of Ying's Mansion and he was noticed by them, it would be troublesome.

If Song Mo took the initiative, he'd better stay here and not move - they just accidentally discovered his whereabouts, and he would kill all the twenty or so people on the farm. If he knew that he escaped when he was in danger, he might hate the Fourth Miss too, which would be even more troublesome!

Whether to stay here or sneak out of the Duke of Ying's Mansion while there is chaos depends on whether Wuyi can meet Song Mo.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

It would have been better if I had gotten out of this situation when the dust on the Jiang family was settled.

While he was thinking, he saw Songluo coming back alone.

He could hardly hide his disappointment.

Songluo hurriedly comforted Chen Qushui: "Wuyi might have gone to inquire about the news, and he should be back soon."

Chen Qushui nodded.

The two chatted for a few words and Wuyi ran back, sweating profusely.

Chen Qushui's eyes lit up.

Songluo stood up happily: "Wuyi, have you seen the prince?"

"No!" Wuyi's voice was a little breathless because of the hurried walk. "The prince was called by the Duke to talk as soon as he came back, and he hasn't come out yet. Ma Youming, the deputy general of the Shenshuying, came to burn incense for the lady. The eldest master went to invite the prince to come out to thank him, but was stopped outside the door by Lu Zheng, who said that the prince had rushed all the way back to attend the lady's funeral and had not slept for six days and five nights. The Duke was afraid that the prince could not bear it, so he kept the prince in the upper room to have a good sleep and let the eldest master help the prince deal with it. He also said that if anyone asked, they should say that the Duke and the prince had important matters to discuss, and no one was allowed to disturb them. In order to avoid being spread by people with ulterior motives and saying that the prince was unfilial."

The eldest master is Song Mo’s eldest cousin Song Qin.

"Is that so?" Song Luo's tense expression relaxed and she smiled happily.

Chen Qushui decided to run away.

After riding for six days and five nights, a person has to fall asleep right away! Not to mention that the eldest master of the Song family might go in to take a look, even if firecrackers were set off nearby, he probably wouldn't wake him up. Is it necessary to keep him outside?

He sent Songluo and Wuyi away, checked all the places in the house where he thought there might be any defects, and put the 1,000 taels of silver that Dou Zhao had asked Duan Gongyi to send him in his pocket. Thinking that the Fourth Miss was really thoughtful, he took a few taels of silver and put them in his purse. He waited for the sky to get dark, thinking that he would walk around in the garden. It would be time for dinner in the front yard. The Song family would arrange a banquet to entertain those who came to worship. That would be the most chaotic time, and it would be a good opportunity to escape. He opened the lattice door of the inner room and said to Wuyi and Songluo who were standing on the veranda with a smile: "Since the prince is fine, I am relieved. The weather is really good after the rain, just right to go out for a walk!"

The weather is freezing cold after the winter rain. Where can I get good weather?

Wuyi and Songluo exchanged confused glances and watched Chen Qushui walk towards the small garden of Yizhitang.

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Song Mo could feel himself getting weaker and weaker.

Maybe I won't have to bother my father to build an ancestral hall, and I will die?

His eyes were blurry.

The white tree opposite turned into a white shadow, reminding Song Mo of his mother's smooth and jade-like face.

The mother would never have imagined in her dreams that her son would die in her room, right?

Thinking of this, Song Mo felt inexplicably moved.

My mother also died in this room.

Is this fate?

Or just a coincidence?

He bit the tip of his tongue hard.

The white hibiscus blooms quietly in the blue vase, exuding a peaceful beauty.

There were the sounds of footsteps outside, mixed with the father's slightly apologetic voice: "I'm so ashamed to have alarmed so many of you because of my wicked son, so ashamed..."

It came really quickly!

I guess my father must have sent a carriage to pick him up.

A hint of sarcasm appeared in Song Mo's eyes.

My great uncle Song Maochun came in with a confused voice: "Tianci, what happened?"

"Didn't a maid die after hitting her head against a pillar a few days ago?" my father whispered. "She was Madam's personal maid. I thought she was loyal to her master and was planning to let Madam adopt her as her adopted daughter and bury her together in the Song family's ancestral tomb. But who knew that the maid was already four months pregnant..."

"What?" Fourth uncle Song Tongchun said in a panic, "One body, two lives. This is a fierce murderer. We must not let her be buried in our Song family's ancestral tomb..."

"Fourth brother, listen to what your second brother has to say!" Third uncle has been intimidating merchants entering the city for years, and his voice carries a hint of authority. "Since your second brother has found out, he will definitely not let her be buried in our Song family's ancestral tomb. Don't always speak before someone finishes speaking."

Fourth uncle was mumbling softly. Song Mo couldn't hear clearly what he was saying because they were too far away. But he could imagine his expression. He must have looked aggrieved and helpless.

He couldn't help but smile again.

My uncle and two uncles depend on my father for a living. If my father wants to open an ancestral hall, will they object?

Song Mo didn't want to listen.

But the sounds outside had their own voices, and they kept reaching his ears from time to time.

"Isn't she just a maid? It's her blessing that God has chosen her! If she dies, she dies. There's no need to build a ancestral hall for her, right?"

"Hasn't the Emperor already made a final decision on the Jiang family's affairs? Moreover, during the Autumn Encirclement, the Emperor specially called Tianci over to give him a lecture. You don't know how much the people in our Treasury Tax Department envy me!"

"Really? Tianci has someone left behind by Duke Dingguo? This is a good thing! We can just take advantage of this opportunity! Duke Dingguo's mansion is gone anyway, so it's better to give it to us than to others. Tianci is Duke Dingguo's nephew after all."

"You can't just accuse someone without evidence, right? Didn't that maid die by hitting her head against a pillar? Let that maid called Xing die by hitting her head against a pillar too! It's just right, I can let my second sister-in-law adopt her as her adopted daughter and let her continue to serve my second sister-in-law in the underground!"

…

The three of them seemed like seven or eight mouths, making Song Mo's ears buzz and his head ache.

He smiled slightly.

The scene in front of my eyes became increasingly blurry, and my eyelids fell uncontrollably.

no!

He can't die yet!

Song Mo bit the tip of his tongue hard.

The vision became clearer.

But this clarity was short-lived, and his vision became blurry again.

Six days and five nights of rapid running, a beating of the stick...his body has reached its limit.

So what if that's the case?

Song Mo snorted coldly and opened his eyes again.

The white hibiscus blossomed right in front of him.

He found that the stamens were light yellow, and at first glance, they seemed completely white.

Why plant white hibiscus?

This is also the flowering period of camellia sasanqua.

The bright red camellia is as bright as fire yet elegant and transcendent.

A face suddenly appeared in his mind.

A face as white as jade, long eyebrows, bright almond eyes, a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, wise and dashing.

Like sasanqua.

It's so elegant, yet it looks gorgeous.

He should be proud, but he is calm and straightforward.

I wonder if the flowers she planted have bloomed?

Song Mo softly said "Dou Zhao" and said in his heart: I also know that your nickname is Shougu...

He laughed.

Her beautiful facial features are like the rising sun, warm and gentle.

But in front of him, there was only a dark black.

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Song Yichun looked at his three cousins ​​with a sullen face, saying nothing.

Song Maochun hurriedly pulled Song Fengchun, who was sitting below him.

Song Fengchun stopped talking.

Song Tongchun also fell silent.

The three men stared at Song Yichun intently, their faces full of respect.

Song Yichun's expression finally eased.

He coughed dryly and said in a stern voice: "I plan to open the ancestral hall and drive Song Mo out of the Song family. What do you say?"

"Second brother, you are the clan leader, so naturally you have the final say." Song Maochun said hurriedly.

Song Fengchun couldn't wait to say: "Tianci is indeed very disappointing!"

"I agree with whatever decision my second brother makes!" said Song Tongchun.

Song Yichun smiled: "If that's the case, then we will open the ancestral hall at noon tomorrow. Big brother, third brother, and fourth brother should not be late."

"Be sure to come on time. You won't be late."

The three people hurriedly expressed their opinions.

Song Yichun stood up and said, "Then we'll meet again tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The three mermaids walked out of the hall and stopped at the corridor at the same time.

The white lantern light shone on their faces. They looked at each other involuntarily, then avoided each other's gaze. One said, "I have something else to do, you guys go first," and the other said, "I want to go back with my son," and they left the Duke of England's mansion separately.

Song Yichun entered the inner room with a gloomy face.

The light from the white lantern under the eaves shone through the glass window, leaving a dark brown mark on the ground, but there was no trace of Song Mo.

Song Yichun's eyes widened.

The white hibiscus on the tea table bloomed silently, the green curtains drooped quietly, and the benzoin in the room was sweet and long-lasting.

The house was quiet.

Song Mo, gone missing.

"Someone come!" Song Yichun stumbled out of the inner room and roared at the guards outside, "Someone come quickly!"

In the alleys next to the Duke of England's Mansion, two burly men were carrying an official sedan chair with a blue coarse cloth curtain. The curtain was hung with an embroidered ribbon with gold and silver dragon patterns, which was only used by second-rank officials, and they were heading towards Andingmen Street.