MTL - The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon-Chapter 30 0: Do not steam steamed buns to fight for breath

  Chapter 30 030: Do not steam the steamed buns to fight for breath

   "Girl, something is wrong!"

   "Speak slowly if you have anything to say." Song Yunzhao put away the letter and bank notes in his hand, and looked at Qian Cao with slightly wrinkled eyebrows.

  Qiancao took a breath, gathered herself together, and then said: "The slave girl went to the laundry room to get something, and overheard Hong Yingniang telling someone that the madam wanted to send the girl to the Cai family to accompany the old lady in Cai's mansion to the temple to pray for blessings. She said that she would have to stay for ten and a half months. Girl, if you really go, how can you stand for the election? If it is true, the madam is really too cruel."

  Song Yunzhao was also taken aback for a moment, never expecting Cai to come up with such an idea.

   Before she could come up with a countermeasure here, Mother Zhao, who was in front of Mrs. Cai, came and said with a smile on her face, "Third Miss, madam, please go over."

  Song Yunzhao didn't expect Mrs. Cai to be so anxious, Qian Cao couldn't suppress the look on her face when she heard this.

  Song Yunzhao is not used to Mrs. Cai, knowing that she has no good intentions, but he wants to join her. Isn't this a self-inflicted trap?

  Filial piety?

  Mother is kind and daughter is filial piety!

   "It's not a coincidence that Zhao's mother came here. My father just told me that I have something to do. Mother, please ask Zhao's mother to reply, and say that I will go over to say hello when I am done." Song Yunzhao directly pushed people away.

  The smile on Zhao's mother's face froze. She didn't expect the third girl to say that, and she didn't know if what the third girl said was true or not. However, she still remembered the last time the master reprimanded his wife for the matter of the third girl, and now she didn't dare to ask the third girl to come over.

   "Third Miss, Madam just has a few words to tell you, or would you go over first?" Mother Zhao refused to give up.

  Yun Zhao glanced at Zhao's mother, the smile on his face disappeared, and he said slowly, "Since it's an ordinary order, it's not too important to think about it. I'll talk about it when I come back. Zhao mother, go back."

  Mother Zhao walked away holding her breath, and it was inevitable to add a little bit of embellishment when she returned to his wife.

  Here, Song Yunzhao walked out immediately without stopping, and said to Qian Cao while walking, "Go and tell Mother Luo to let her son go to find Daddy. I will wait in the teahouse on the street outside Daddy's office."

   To suppress the Cai family, his own father had to step in.

  If Mrs. Cai had the heart to send her to the Cai Mansion and let a few wives guard her, she really wouldn't be able to resist.

   Turning around, Cai said falsely in front of his father that the old lady of the Cai family missed her, and suppressed the word filial piety, so that his father would not be upset.

  Song Yunzhao seemed to be on a hot wheel, and when the second wave of people from Cai's side came to forcefully take her away, she had already got into the carriage and slipped away.

  Speaking of it, if Song Jinxuan wanted to leave the Chuihua Gate, she would not be able to step out without Cai Shi nodding her head, but Song Yunzhao was different. If the third master had ordered her to go on, she would be able to go through unimpeded.

   Power, it really is a good thing, whoever uses it will enjoy it.

  Thinking of Cai Shi and Song Qinghan jumping angrily at home, she felt happy.

  She is not a brainless female supporting role, is she still waiting for things to get out of hand?

  Mother Luo's son was walking fast. Song Yunzhao had just ordered a pot of tea at the teahouse, and before she had a few sips, her father arrived.

  The third master breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his daughter sitting there properly, and then asked the long attendant to close the door of the box, and then said with a straight face: "Didn't the person who sent the message say that you will not be able to survive? I'm fine with watching."

   If you don't do the personnel work every day, you just know how to scare him!

  Being a father to a roomful of children didn't even bother her.

  Song Yunzhao didn't expect Luo's mother's son to be so capable, no wonder her father came so fast.

   "Father, I'm not holding back. If you say that, I'll cry for you."

  Third Lord: …

   But spare him.

   "Tell me, what's wrong?"

   "Hearing what you said, it seems that I am not worried. Tell me, what trouble have I caused you for so many years?"

   Song Sanye sighed, and he just said one sentence, and the child waited for him with a hundred sentences.

   "Father knows that you are a good boy, can you say it now?" Third Master Song couldn't bear to see his daughter's eyes were red.

  Song Yunzhao lowered his eyes slightly, his voice was a little choked up, and he tried to suppress it, and then said: "Father, mother is going to send me to the Cai Mansion to accompany my grandmother to live in the temple."

   "What?" Song Sanye didn't quite understand the nonsensical words.

   "Father, you know that the court held a draft."

  Of course Third Master Song knew, but he didn't take it seriously, but seeing his daughter's expression at this moment, and what he said before, he finally understood.

  However, Song Sanye didn't speak, only looked at his daughter.

  Song Yunzhao could feel her father's eyes staring at her. She pretended not to know, and said slowly in a soft voice: "Since the news spread, my daughter has not stepped out of the yard. I didn't think about running for the election. I thought that my mother and sister should understand what I mean. But... my daughter never expected that in order to guard against me, they actually wanted to let my grandmother **** me to live in the temple. Dad, my daughter is so wronged. I just want to ask you, what am I in my mother's heart?" "

  Master Song's chest was throbbing with anger. He really didn't expect his wife to do such a thing.

  Song Yunzhao lay on the table and wept softly. In the eyes of Third Master Song, his daughter was really weak, helpless, pitiful and desolate. The anger towards his wife and eldest daughter added another three points.

   "Zhao Zhao, tell Dad, what do you think? Do you want to go?" Song Sanye looked at his daughter and asked.

  Song Yunzhao shook his head, "My daughter doesn't want to go, so what a good place to be in the palace. However, my daughter was forced step by step by her mother and eldest sister, but it gave me a burst of courage. Why can't I go? The more you don't let me go, the more I want to go."

  Song Sanye couldn't laugh or cry when his daughter said this, he took out his handkerchief and handed it over, "Don't cry, how old you are, you can't laugh at you when people see you. Wipe your face, let's have a good talk."

  Song Yunzhao raised his head, but the handkerchief in his father's hand, looked down, isn't it Aunt Che's needlework?

   Tsk, if you don't say that Aunt Che is still standing at such an age, she really has real skills.

  She wiped her face decently with a handkerchief, and said with a bit of breath, "What did Daddy want to say to me? If you say you won't let me run for election, then don't say it. Don't steam the steamed buns to save your breath. The Ni Bodhisattva still has three parts of earth when he is pressed."

  Mud Buddha?

  Song Sanye remembered how his little daughter and his wife used to be when they had friction. If she was a mud bodhisattva, he would not dare to read the word "Bodhisattva" in the future.

   "Daddy doesn't want you to enter the palace. Just like you said, the palace is not a good place. Your sister wants to go because she wants to go, and her temper is more stable than yours, and she can protect herself even if she doesn't get rich. Daddy doesn't worry about your temper."

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