The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 455 Dowry
Since Li Rong married into the Huaiyin Palace, she seldom troubled her natal family, even to avoid suspicion, she didn't go back to her natal family several times throughout the year.

Now that he actually said that he invited the two elders to come to Beijing, it can be seen that he is really angry, and Song Qingshan also understands that this matter may not be reconciled.

He sighed a long time, and his face with Chinese characters showed a little old-fashioned: "Forget it, she asked for this by herself, so I let her go to the Prince's Mansion according to what you said, Ah Rong. From then on, I will treat her as if I don't have this daughter." gone."

After he finished speaking, he paused, took a careful look at Li Rong, and said in a deep voice: "This dowry... it's better to prepare a bit thicker for her."

Li Rong took the handkerchief and wiped her face clean, without any fluctuations on her face, she said coldly: "The prince can take care of these things, the dowry is up to you, as long as she doesn't harm the whole house, I don't care about it! "

After Li Rong left, Song Qingshan sat alone behind the pear blossom wooden table, feeling unbearably sad and unbearable.

I went to the old lady's yard alone, it was late at night, the old lady went to bed early, and I'm afraid she had already rested, Song Qingshan didn't intend to disturb, but just wanted to find a peaceful place so that he could feel more comfortable.

He stood outside for less than a quarter of an hour. Nanny Song came out of the courtyard, her wrinkled face showed no expression, and she respectfully asked him: "My lord, the old lady is in the Buddhist hall, please go over."

"Mom hasn't slept yet?" Song Qingshan was a little surprised.

Nanny Song took a deep look at him: "The concubine came back to the palace in such a rage, and the sixth girl didn't get in the carriage. The old lady's age is here, and she hasn't fainted yet. How can she hide it?"

Song Qingshan laughed at himself: "Mother is older, but she really understands life better than my son."

When Song Qingshan entered the door of the Buddhist hall, he saw the old lady was kneeling on the futon, her body was slightly hunched, her silver hair was neatly arranged, and this sandalwood incense made people feel at peace.

Song Qingshan also knelt on the lower left side of the old lady, took incense and worshiped the Buddha, feeling really depressed and remorseful, finally couldn't help but said: "Mother, my son is sorry!"

"If I had listened to you earlier, and handed over these concubines and concubines to Ah Rong's upbringing, they wouldn't have been crooked like this!"

He has a good relationship with heirs and has many children, but looking closely now, there are not many of them who have a good end, all of them have made themselves crazy, and those who have lost their reputation have lost their reputation...

Only then did the old lady open her eyes, and the Buddhist beads in her hand also stopped, a flash of determination flashed in her eyes, and she scolded him: "Whatever you sow, you will get what you want, since you know what you did wrong, what's the use of regretting here! "

No need to ask, she probably knew what happened, she closed her eyes again, and calmed down the anger in her heart: "If you do something wrong, you don't want to make up for it, but you just keep falling down. If you can't support this Huaiyin Palace, you might as well cultivate it as soon as possible." He Xuan, in my opinion, he is much more discerning than your father."

Song Qingshan was not angry, but smiled, with more pride on his face: "Ziye is indeed better than a father like me, but he is still young, yearning for the open world, and studying abroad. "

"As a father, I don't have any great skills, but if I can help him survive for a few more years, I will support him for a few more years. Otherwise, the burden of the Huaiyin Palace will be placed on his shoulders, and he will have to do whatever he wants to do. .”

The old lady calmed down when she heard the unconcealable love and caring in his tone, got up, and sat down beside her.

Although her son was confused about some things, he was not confused to the end.

Rubbing the beads, the old lady sighed and said, "I can't blame you for this matter. Your father married me all his life, and you are an only seedling. How can you know how to discipline so many sons and daughters?"

"Forget it, since the matter has already happened, don't think about whether it is your problem, and think about how to cover it up!"

After being reminded like this, Song Qingshan came back to his senses, and his face darkened: "The wicked girl is still in the Prince's Mansion, and Ah Rong's confidant maid Yuan Jia went to invite her, but she still avoided seeing her!"

When I think of this, I get angry, and it's fine if I lose my body. There is no letter of appointment, no matchmaker, and Xie Yang didn't give a reply to discuss it. No low-class prostitute is as aggressive as her!
"In any case, the prince has to let go and ask for someone, otherwise, if this news gets out, even if Liu girl commits suicide, the reputation of the girls in the Huaiyin palace will be severely damaged." The old lady's voice became much heavier, and she couldn't afford to lose face. , Huaiyin Palace can't afford to lose this face!

"I didn't expect that one day our Huaiyin Palace would ask the Crown Prince to take our daughter as a concubine!"

"Ridiculous! Really ridiculous!"

Song Qingshan naturally understood the truth, and was flustered with embarrassment when the old lady said it. He just felt that this word was not only talking about Song Ruying, but also about his son who was not up to date. He couldn't sit still for a while. Get up quickly.

"Mother, my son will definitely take care of this matter, and he won't be confused anymore. Just don't worry about it, your body is important."

The old lady didn't argue with him, as long as her son figured it out, he could do things fairly reliably, and she didn't need to worry too much about the follow-up matters.

When Song Qingshan came back from the old lady, the gate of Shi'an Garden was already closed, and there was no door for him at all. He smiled helplessly, and could only go back to the study to rest.

On the second day, before Song Qingshan could come up with a countermeasure, Xie Yang's dowry arrived first.

When Song Qingshan heard the news and came to the lobby, Liu Qing was waiting there. The betrothal gifts in the row behind him were not much different from the betrothal gifts for marrying a side concubine.

Seeing someone approaching, Liu Qing quickly smiled and went over: "My lord, this is the dowry gift that our crown prince ordered me to bring. Yesterday, the crown prince was drunk and never thought of spoiling the name of the sixth girl in your family. The crown prince feels very guilty. It's just that the Crown Princess is ill, so the Crown Prince can only take care of the Crown Princess at the residence, and I can only send an old slave here."

Song Qingshan's face was livid, he glanced at the dowry, he was not rude, and he managed to suppress his anger.

"The prince is busy, I understand, it's just my daughter, when will she return to the mansion? After all, she is not married, even if she has a good relationship with the princess, she shouldn't stay in the prince's mansion for such a long time, it is somewhat rude."

Liu Qing rolled his eyes, realized something, and sneered in his heart, Song Ruying had a good relationship with the Crown Princess, and now that this happened, the Crown Princess probably wanted to tear Song Ruying apart.

"Yes, yes, the Crown Princess said that she and Miss Six hit it off right away, and she will send Miss Six back tomorrow, and she wants to talk to Miss Six again today."

Liu Qing also went on the road, and followed Song Qingshan's words. The two whitewashed the peace and chatted for a quarter of an hour. Liu Qing returned to the Prince's Mansion to return to his command, leaving Song Qingshan to watch the betrothal gifts in this room.

(End of this chapter)