The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 645

On the tenth day of October, winter rain fell early in the morning.

After the autumnal equinox, the weather becomes cooler with each autumn rain. This moderate rain in October brings a chill with it.

Two or three days after waking up, Song Guanzhou gradually got better.

She was in good spirits, as if she had never been seriously ill. She was leaning on the kang, looking at the winter rain falling from the sky, quietly thinking through the propped-up window lattice. At this moment, Linshan hurriedly ran into the threshold of Shaohuayuan courtyard.

"Is the young lady up yet?"

He ran into He Hua who was carrying a bamboo basket. She called Shan Lin Shan, "Big Brother," and pointed to the main room. "Young Madam got up early. Big Brother, go to the door. Sister Ren Dong will help you report to Young Madam."

As soon as I saw Lin Shan's forehead was soaked with sweat from running, although he was not out of breath, I knew it was an urgent matter.

When Rendong heard the noise, she had already opened the door, revealing half of her face. When she saw that it was Linshan, she came out.

Lin Shan trotted to the main door, and Ren Dong had already opened the door. "Young Madam, please come in."

Familiar with the route, he arrived at the inner room, where Song Guanzhou was sitting on the kang bed, still covered with a quilt. He had a storybook in his hand, but when he heard Linshan's commotion, he put it aside.

"Brother Linshan, please sit down and talk. Why are you so anxious?"

Linshan greeted and thanked him, then sat down, took out half a page of thin paper from his sleeve and handed it to Rendong with both hands, who then passed it to Song Guanzhou.

"Madam, someone sent a message saying that he had seen my uncle."

Now that both of the Song family's parents are gone, Song Xinglu, as the only male, has become the family's backbone. His subordinates and outsiders address him as "Master".

Song Guanzhou looked at the letter and said that he had seen Song Xinglu in Qiezhou.

However, the words were so concise that Song Guanzhou did not quite understand them. He looked at Linshan, who took a sip of the hot tea brought by Rendong and said with a smile, "…It was also a coincidence. I was the manager of the mansion's purchases in Xizhou. I was asked by the fourth young master to go to a place and ask about the whereabouts of the uncle. I never thought that I would actually ask about it just by saying something casually."

Song Guanzhou murmured to himself, "Brother, are you still alive?"

Ouch!

When Ren Dong heard this, she immediately called out to her ancestor, "Young Madam, the uncle is still young, so of course he is alive!"

Song Guanzhou let out a long sigh of relief. Seeing the surprised expressions of the two people in front of him, he could only explain with a smile in his sadness, "In my dreams, the person I saw the most was my brother. Thinking that I had been dreaming for so long, I was afraid that he was gone, so he called me in the dream just now."

Lin Shan: "Young Madam, you are still young, and I am afraid your dreams will not come true."

Honeysuckle was also at the side. She turned sideways and spit a few times, "Great luck to my uncle. May everything go smoothly and be safe!"

Song Guanzhou quickly raised his hands, "I also hope that my brother is well, but it's just in my dreams..."

She woke up two or three days later and told people about her dream for the first time, "My brother died in a tragic way. Every time I woke up and fell asleep, he stood in front of me covered in blood. He didn't say anything or smile, he just looked at me..."

At this point, she looked at the thin paper in her hand again, "The manager's letter was very simple, I wonder if my brother is doing well?"

Lin Shan said quickly, "They were sent by a clerk from a shop in the capital. I have asked for everything. Madam, don't worry. I heard from the steward that there were guards with the uncle. The master and servant stayed in Qizhou for three to five days and happened to stay at the inn where our steward stayed. I asked for everything."

Song Xinglu is a man of noble bearing. He was carefully cared for and raised by the Grand Secretary Song and his wife. His speech and behavior show that he has been well-educated.

When the shopkeeper heard the manager's question, he immediately described the characteristics.

"He is tall, but a little thin. He has fair complexion and red lips, and is extremely handsome. He also speaks in a friendly and pleasant way. I would like to ask you one more question. I heard that you are from the capital, and your surname is Song."

The manager asked again, "But there is a black mole in the white of your left eye. Although it looks strange, it does not affect your thick eyebrows and big eyes. You still have a handsome appearance."

"Yeah!"

The shopkeeper immediately bowed and said, "Except for the red mole on the white of the eye, the earlobes are also big and thick, and you look like a blessed person. Oh, and there is a red mole on the right earlobe. I heard from Master Song that it was not brought from the womb, but was bitten by his sister when he was a child. After the wound healed, it became a red mole."

Hanging on the fair earlobe, it is delicate and charming, very seductive.

When the two of them talked, they completely agreed with each other.

The steward exclaimed that it was a coincidence, "That is our young lady's brother. He has been away from Beijing for more than a year. The young lady misses him very much, but our Dalong territory is vast, and there is no place to send this letter to her family."

The innkeeper bowed and said, "Please rest assured, Madam. Young Master Song stayed at our inn about three months ago. He had a guard with him. His name was...what was his name..."

The waiter was called over. The boy got a few big names from the steward and smiled, "Thank you, sir. Boss, you are also confused. The guard in front of Mr. Song is called Song Li."

"Yes, yes! His name is Song Li!"

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and smiled, "He is strong and capable of both literature and martial arts. He is a good guard."

The manager asked for clarification, wrote a personal letter, and called the servants who went with him to escort the carriage back and quickly deliver it to the government office.

This is why Lin Shan came to report the news.

After hearing this, Song Guanzhou felt a little relieved. "I'm afraid the shopkeeper doesn't know where my brother has gone..."

"Madam, it has been more than a year since my uncle left. It is a good thing that you can get a letter from him. Don't worry too much. I heard from the shopkeeper that my uncle once mentioned that he wanted to travel all over the Dalong territory and experience the bitterness and sweetness of life."

Song Guanzhou murmured to himself, "This is my brother."

Song Guanzhou was in a good mood because of the news about Song Xinglu, but she was weak and couldn't drink alcohol. Xu Lingqiao felt both distressed and amused when he heard that she was craving for wine.

"Sister Ren Dong, you have to keep an eye on your young mistress. Doctor Hu said that she must have been injured internally these days. If she is not treated properly, she must not drink alcohol."

"Yes, cousin, don't worry. I will definitely keep an eye on the young lady this time."

Die Yi, Die Wu, Lian Hua and He Hua all nodded, "And I will keep an eye on them as well."

Song Guanzhou smiled bitterly and held his forehead, "Don't worry."

But the next moment, when she saw Xu Lingbai and Qin Qingdong entering the door at the same time, she immediately thought of the Xiao family's accounts. She left Qin Qingdong aside and ignored him, and grabbed Xu Lingbai to talk about business.

"Cousin, thank you for your hard work these past two days. Let's first take stock of the silk accounts."

As she was talking, she felt something was wrong, so she casually put on her coat and went to the study in the side building. Xu Lingbai caught up with her and said, "Guan Zhou, you should take a good rest for two days."

——There’s no need to rush for a day or two.