Chapter 70

"Mother, we'd better report to the government! If we drag on like this, I'm afraid of my second sister -" Cui Yunwei was burning with anxiety.

Wen's eyes were painful and hesitant.

She did not know that the hope would be greater after reporting to the official, but after more than ten days of thinking, she also clearly understood that the consequences of reporting to the official were also the most terrible.

It's been a long time. If the government can find Qing'er, it's serious. Qing'er's reputation has been destroyed, and the criticism of outsiders will follow her all her life.

Not only Qing'er, but also Wei'er's marriage will be affected.

Even the other girls in Bo's house will be involved.

Not to mention the reputation of Tiber house and Wenjia

Although she wanted to find her daughter, she would never hesitate to trade her life for her own. But this world is especially unfair to women. A lot of things are on women. As long as you live in this world, you are doomed to escape.

"Is mother afraid of being blamed by her father?"

Cui Yunwei frowned and said, "after the big deal, my mother took me and my second sister and left with my father!"

Over the years, my father listened to my grandmother in everything, and never considered my mother and their sisters more than half.

But if you can bear it, you can bear it.

The second sister, who really disappointed her father, met this kind of thing this time. His father not only didn't worry, but also wanted to suppress it. For this reason, he scolded his mother in every way, and even beat his mother!

My father makes trouble after drinking some broken wine on weekdays. He has average ability, looks average, and his feet stink!

No one wants such a flawed man on the street!

The more Cui Yunwei thought about it, the more she felt worthless for her mother, and said, "what if he really kicked us out? My mother still has a dowry. Besides, I can do embroidery to support my mother and my second sister!"

What's the matter with the woman? It's a big deal. She also learns from master Xu Ying in Shangyu Pavilion. She can live well with her own skills.

Wen's face smiled bitterly.

Just my daughter's embroidery skills. It's good not to discount money. How can I feed her.

Moreover, if he reported to the government, with so many eyes staring at her, it would be even more impossible for her husband to separate from her.

"Don't say such silly things."

Wen's eyes were red and his expression was complex. He said, "it's not too late to make a decision after your grandmother's funeral tomorrow..."

She needs to think again.

Cui opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't say anything more.

She is not Wen's family. She can't really put herself in each other's situation and thoughts, and it's not easy to interfere.

Looking at Wen's repeated expression in front of him, Xu Mingyi already had the answer in his heart.

She didn't know what Wen thought later and whether she encountered other obstacles, but it was obvious that the other party couldn't report to the official in the end.

If not, she would not have known nothing about cousin Qing's disappearance in the last life.

But it's good to report to the official.

Without mentioning the place of hiding to investigate, it is twice the result with half the effort than not involving the government.

When the other party did so, it was obvious that the Yongan Bo mansion did not dare to report to the official - in this case, if he did report to the official, it might also play the role of knocking the mountain and luring the snake out of the cave.

No matter how bad it is, take the opportunity to observe everyone's reaction around, and you can always gain something more or less.

Thinking about Xia Xi's deliberate embarrassment of the Cui sisters in Shangyu pavilion that day, Xu Mingyi thought about it for a moment and opened his mouth.

"I have a way to report to the official. I wonder if madam is willing to listen?"

Wen raised his head at the sound.

Under the reflection of the soft light orange gauze lamp, the girl's original appearance is more and more beautiful. Her eyes are clear and calm, which makes people feel inexplicably stable in her heart.

Even if he didn't give much hope for the girl's next words, Wen nodded.

"Miss Xu, please."

The night wind swayed into the house, and the flame held by the gauze lamp beat gently.

The night outside the window is like splashing ink.

The next day was the funeral of Mrs. yonganbo.

Everywhere the funeral procession passed, paper money floated all over the sky. As a famous peerless filial son in Beijing, Cui Xin, the son of Yongan Boshi, held his fixed arm bound with thick wound cloth and cried with tears.

Wu Tsung on horseback frowned slightly with disgust when he saw this scene.

It's sad that someone died at home, but a big man cried so badly in the street that he had to be dragged away by servants. Even the coffin bearers behind him had to stop and wait repeatedly. It's really not decent.

The steed slowly left the crowd, stayed where there was no one, and galloped all the way back to the Dingnan palace in central Beijing.

The boy jumped off his horse, threw the reins to the servant who came forward to salute, and strode up the stone steps.

"Childe."

A young servant in the front yard greeted him and said, "the son of God asked me to wait here for the childe to return to the house."

Wu Chiu stopped at the speech and looked at the boy.

The boy then said, "the son of God is waiting for the childe to talk in the study."

Wu Chiu nodded slightly, didn't ask much, and walked away.

In the main courtyard, in the spacious and bright study, Wu Jingming, the son of Dingnan king, listened to the communication from the servants outside the study. First, he got up and put the secret letter in his hand back into the dark shelf, and then said, "come in."

While talking, he took a book from the bookshelf and put it in his hand.

The servant pushed the door open. Wu Tsui came in and took a look at the history books in his father's hand. His eyes couldn't help moving.

My father knows all history, so he doesn't have to read history books on weekdays.

Therefore, such books are usually placed in the corner of the bookshelf and rarely taken out.

Wu Tsui glanced at a corner of the bookshelf without a trace and raised his hand to salute: "father."

"I heard you went to the teahouse again today?" Wu Jingming sat down after the book case, motioning his son to sit down and talk.

"Yes," Wu Chiu said truthfully, "my son wants to continue to investigate the previous calculated distress."

The man who hid in the dark and wanted to kill him, whether the imperial court or the Wu family, has not yet been able to find out who he is.

"As I said earlier, it's up to people in the family to investigate this matter. You don't have to worry too much."

Wu Chiu didn't change much when he heard the speech, but asked bluntly, "why doesn't my father want me to handle this?"

Outsiders may not know, but my father always knows that he, the king's grandson of Dingnan, seems to often make trouble in Ningyang. He only knows to play around. He has no other advantages worth mentioning except a face, but these are just for the imperial court.

On the contrary, since he was young, he had to learn more than a hundred times more than others.

The Wu family is secretly in charge of all parts of Ningyang. He tried to take over as early as three years ago at the instigation of his grandfather.

There are disputes among various forces in the clan, and he also deals with the lives of those who are not suitable to see the light.

Therefore, it doesn't make sense to say that his father's twice and again dissuasion doesn't help if he thinks he's fooling around.

Today he wants to make it clear with his father.