My uncle, he has all the power in the world

Chapter 7 Dreaming back to the past
  Maple Courtyard.

As soon as they entered the room, Su Xinsheng pulled the hairpin off her head and threw it on the ground, trembling with anger and looking hideous.

When the servants saw him, they quickly lowered their heads and retreated, for fear of seeing something they shouldn't have seen.

Aunt Du hurriedly picked up the golden hairpin with peony and luan bird patterns, and said distressedly: "Younger, even if you are angry, you must not throw away this hairpin."

This hairpin was worn when the hairpin was ready, and it is of great significance to women.

"Hairpin, hairpin, hairpin," Su Xinsheng said tremblingly, "This is not my hairpin ceremony! This is obviously that bitch's hairpin ceremony!"

She shouted with scarlet eyes: "Auntie, didn't you see just now that various large and small gifts were placed all over the floor, saying they were to celebrate Miss Su!"

Today's haircut ceremony has been prepared for half a month, but now it has become Su Qingmo's wedding banquet, which makes Su Xinsheng's face even worse!
  Aunt Du also wished she could crush Su Qingmo's bones into ashes, and said unwillingly: "This little bitch didn't die back then!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Su Xinyan complaining: "Auntie, do you know you regret it now? If you hadn't stopped me back then, that bitch Su Qingmo's face would have been ruined long ago!"

When she thought of Su Qingmo's bright and charming face in the lobby just now, and the astonishment in everyone's eyes, she was so angry that she almost went crazy!

Aunt Du choked up immediately after hearing this.

Back then, they ran away to Taixia Slope, and Bo'er pretended to have injured her leg. She picked up Bo'er and found out...

There was a dagger hidden in the baby's sleeve!
  "Auntie, I'm going to ruin Su Qingmo's face!" Su Xinsheng's childish voice was full of unwillingness and jealousy.

She's had enough!

I'm fed up with everyone saying that Su Qingmo has clear skin, beautiful bones, and stunning looks!

She is obviously soft-hearted and weak-minded, but why does the world only see Su Qingmo's beauty!

Su Qingmo's maternal grandfather's family was just a lowly businessman, so why should the Shen family be an imperial businessman!

Why!
  "Baby!" Aunt Du glanced at Su Qingmo in front of her and said anxiously: "When the matter is over, I will send someone to dig out Su Qingmo's body and beat her to disfigure her body to relieve your hatred. ,how?"

After the body was found and news came out that Su Qingmo's appearance had been destroyed, wouldn't she and her son be incapable of arguing? Su Qingmo must die by accident today, no mistakes can be made!
  She put away the dagger in Su Xin'er's hand and shouted to Su Qingmo in front of her: "Yes, Miss, you can see the main road from there. I'm holding Xin'er. You run over quickly to see if the soldiers have arrived." !”

Su Qingmo, who was only ten years old, encountered a mountain bandit for the first time. She was trembling slightly, and she was afraid that she would run the wrong way and lose the lives of her second sister and aunt. She turned around and looked in the direction that Aunt Du was pointing. , Su Qingmo ran and said in a panic: "Auntie, wait for me, I'll go and come back quickly."

Then he ran desperately towards the direction that Aunt Du pointed to, where he could see the main road!

"Back then, Aunt Du was really timid." Now, Aunt Du finally murmured in regret.

But I only heard Su Xinsheng say: "This time, aunt, please don't look forward and backward!"

Aunt Du was shocked. How could she not know what her daughter was like?
  "Baby, please don't be impulsive."

Something happened to Su Qingmo just after she returned to Beijing. Who would have thought that it was them? What's more, just now, everyone had already suspected them.

"The Shen Mansion is gone, and the Crown Princess has fallen on my head," Su Xinshan snorted coldly, "It's so easy for Su Qingmo to die now!"

The Shen family is the ancestral family of Su Qingmo. It was once a famous imperial merchant and the famous Shen Mansion.

But Aunt Du said: "How can Ning Guogong be such a fuel-efficient lamp!"

Su Xinyi sneered after hearing this: "Ning Guogong? The mountains are high and the rivers are far away. No matter how powerful he is, can he still reach the capital!"

"This" Aunt Du still hesitated: "But Su Qingmo just came back..."

"Auntie!" Su Xinsheng's eyes were full of cruelty: "Auntie, don't you know what it means to kill with a borrowed knife?"

She no longer had the patience to persuade Aunt Du again. She never wanted to see Su Qingmo's face that made her crazy with jealousy. She wanted Su Qingmo to disappear, forever!
  Pushing open the door, Su Xinsheng whispered a few words to Lan Tao, who was guarding the yard. Only then did a smile appear on her face, but it was so cruel and weird that it was shocking. After hearing this, Lan Tao quickly left the Prime Minister's Mansion, not daring to delay for a moment, and ran directly to Jiang Shangshu's Mansion.

Blue Sky Courtyard.

After traveling for half a month, Su Qingmo was really tired. At this time, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, with the chair leaning against the side of the bed, her eyes closed, and she was obviously asleep.

But the faint sweat on his forehead showed that he had not slept peacefully.

"Mo'er, do you know the way to secure the country and the whole dynasty?"

The old man's body was thin, and his hands holding the chess piece were withered and wrinkled. His eyes were covered with a layer of dead gray and seemed lifeless, but when he looked at Su Qingmo, they were full of love.

"Master, Mo'er believes that the way to safeguard the country lies in the word 'harmony'!" Su Qingmo raised her hand and a sunspot fell.

"Oh? How do you say it?" The old man held up his sleeves and dropped the white pieces.

The old man was dressed in commoner clothes, which were slightly shabby, but very clean and well-dressed. In addition, his body was thin and thin, making him look a little weak.

"You must not fight out of anger!" Su Qingmo said: "Anger can restore joy, but a destroyed country cannot be restored, and the dead cannot be resurrected! Therefore, peace is the way to secure the country and the whole world!"

The old man smiled lovingly and said, "It's the complete opposite of your uncle."

Twelve-year-old Su Qingmo tilted her head and asked curiously: "Master, didn't he say that my uncle has great martial arts skills but has no intention of being strategist? Does he also understand the way to stabilize a country?"

The old man stood up and said hoarsely: "Although he has no intention of rescuing the country, he is contrary to you. Fighting is his way of rescuing the country!"

Su Qingmo disagreed: "Weapons are ominous weapons. They are not the weapons of a gentleman. They should be used as a last resort! Those who are good at fighting."

Su Qingmo covered her lips and smiled, saying naughtily: "Silly!"

Since ancient times, those who are brave and have no plans and only know how to stop wars with war must be a fool!

The old man's old hand knocked on Su Qingmo's head, but he was not strong enough. He pretended to be angry and said: "Speaking of your uncle like this is disrespectful to the teacher."

Then, he walked out of the yard.

"Hey? Master, why are you leaving?" Su Qingmo rubbed her head, the chess game was not finished yet.

"It's over," the old man said and left the yard.

Su Qingmo looked down and had no choice but to stick out her tongue. She had lost again.

In the blink of an eye
  The blood dyed the old man's shabby clothes red, and the traces of sewing were covered up by the dark red blood, like a blooming mandala flower, which was shocking.

"Master! Master!" Su Qingmo grabbed the old man's hand, felt for his pulse, and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Mo'er." The old man patted Su Qingmo's head for the last time: "Master can't arrange a haircut ceremony for you anymore."

His only disciple Ji Ji has a hairpin, but he can't watch her hairdo or get married.
  "Master! Master! You won't die! I can save you! I can!" Su Qingmo knelt beside the old man, her hands full of medicine, trembling all over, and shouted at a loss: "Master! Take the medicine, Take medicine!”

"Mo'er." The old man smiled bitterly: "Your medical skills have been taught to me. How can I not know how my own body is doing?"

The old man held Su Qingmo's hand that was holding the medicine. It was cold and he said feebly: "Your uncle will protect you, don't take it."

The old man's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he exhausted all his strength and said weakly: "Don't try to avenge me."

Su Qingmo opened her palm, and in the palm full of medicine, there was an ink-colored jade pendant, which was so cold that it seemed to penetrate her palm.

(End of this chapter)