Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 1797 We Are Really Fleeing Famine, Not Bandits (79)

In this life, she originally wanted to protect this younger sister, but she never thought that at such a critical moment, she would be so cold-blooded and selfish, forcing her to die.

Seeing the cold light in the eldest daughter's eyes, Mrs. Sun quickly pulled the younger daughter behind her.

"Big girl, don't blame your sister, she is right, your grandfather and your father are the most important to save face, they have never lost such a big face, even the face of their ancestors, this time, mother It probably won't be any better."

And her natal father, who is a scholar, who doesn't respect her neighbors all these years?

Now that something like this happened, even her father would be angry.

The more Sun thought about it, the worse she felt.

Thinking about these years, when I was at Lao Qiao's house, my husband became more and more indifferent day by day, and I felt even more uncomfortable.

"Hey, if mother can give you a younger brother earlier, maybe there is still room for maneuver..."

Without a son, I can't stand upright.

"Forget it, it's useless to say these things now, no matter in the village or at home, they will not let you go, you...you can figure it out yourself!"

Fortunately, even if the eldest daughter is gone, she still has the younger daughter.

If the youngest daughter gets married well in the future, she can be counted on a little bit.

Sun frowned, and held her little daughter's hand even tighter, as if grasping the rest of her stable life.

Qiao Zhishu felt a chill in his heart.

Mother, are you planning to give up on her completely?
Unwilling in my heart, resentment suddenly arises.

"Mother, do you really want to watch your daughter die like this?"

Mother, don't force me.

Her mother didn't know that his father had been a wife in the town these years, and he didn't go home for a long time. It was not because he was busy, but because he had a concubine in the town, and that concubine gave birth to him. a daughter.

That daughter is as old as her younger sister, and she is almost thirteen this year.

That Mrs. Guo was born enchanting and would win her father's heart. A family of three is a harmonious and beautiful family.

In the previous life, although she, a cowardly mother, suffered a lot, she also lived to the end.

However, not long after her father recognized her ancestors and returned to the clan, she had a good life when she fell ill and passed away soon.

On the surface, it means that the body is weak and suffered a lot on the road. This slack, the body can't stand it, and suddenly explodes.

But what is the real reason, who knows?
This disease came very strangely, but at that time, no one would take care of such a villager with no background.

Not long after her mother died, Guo Shi, the outhouse her father secretly raised, was helped to take the throne.

If there is nothing tricky in it, who would believe it?

Originally, she thought that she must help her this time, and kill the vicious concubine Guo Yulan and her daughter Qiao Yunge, lest her mother end up in such a miserable end again.

but now……

Seeing the strong resentment in her daughter's eyes, Sun felt bitter, "Big girl, it's not that mother doesn't want to save you, it's that mother can't do anything."

Qiao Erya was very angry, "Sister, you obviously did something wrong yourself, why are you embarrassing mother? Isn't mother being implicated enough?"

Father and father need face the most, especially father, he is a scholar, and the people in the village respect him so much on weekdays.

Now that something like this happened, how could he face everyone in the future?I guess it would be embarrassing to be a wife in the town.

Mother still doesn't know how to explain it.

"Okay, remember today's words." Qiao Zhishu knew in his heart that they would never help him today, and the enthusiasm and affection for them that had just been reborn immediately dissipated completely, leaving only indifference and chilling.

(End of this chapter)