Exquisite ingenuity

Chapter 24 The Su Family
The thin clouds were squeezed away, and the Golden Crow jumped out.

Song Jingxing stepped through the hanging flower gate.The bougainvillea on the hanging flower gate is soaked by the spring rain, and it looks more delicate and beautiful in the sun.Song Jingxing thought in his heart, everyone loves this bougainvillea.It's just that the bougainvilleas on the Hanging Flower Gate in Zhao's house were trimmed just right, while the bougainvilleas in Su's house were also trimmed, but they were not as interesting.

The boy who led the way turned around and smiled at him: "We still have to walk for a while."

Song Jingxing nodded slightly and returned a polite smile.

At the moment, he is at Su Shangshu's home.

Su Shangshu used to visit Song's house three times, but it was his first visit to Su's house.After passing through a heavy hanging flower gate, a man in charge came to greet him, his sharp eyes sized up Song Jingxing calmly, and said, "But Doctor Song?"

Song Jingxing said, "Yes."

The steward narrowed his eyes slightly: "Su Shangshu is unwell, even if Langzhong Song has a serious matter, he has to play it lightly."

Song Jingxing looked at the steward, and raised his thin lips: "Okay."

The steward waved his hand, and the boy leading the way retreated silently.

Even though Song Jingxing was wearing an official uniform, it seemed commonplace to manage affairs.He pushed open a heavy door and led Song Jingxing in.

There is nothing special inside the door, even a little crude.

A few clumps of Xiangfei bamboo are planted beside the bluestone slab path. At the end of the bamboo is a long floor-to-ceiling window. The window is half open, and the bamboo curtain is hanging down. There is a strong smell of incense sticks coming out.

On both sides of the French window, two maids in blue and gray gowns were waiting.

Just now the steward stepped up the steps lightly, and said respectfully in front of the French window: "Old Master, Mr. Song is here."

An old voice came from inside: "Please come in, Mr. Song."

Song Jingxing also stepped up the steps, and was about to open the curtain and walk in, when the maid on the left suddenly reached out to stop him: "Mr. Song, please take off your shoes."

Song Jingxing took off his official boots, revealing his white socks.The maid who stopped him just now looked at his socks with a bit of surprise on her face.

Song Jingxing naturally did not ignore the maid's surprised gaze.Although he was only an official, he was saving money. The more senior the maid in the back house, the more energetic he would be.

He smiled lightly, lifted the curtain and went in.

There was still a screen in front of the long window, Song Jingxing went around the screen and saw Su Bo sitting on the Arhat couch.

Su Bo was nearly [-] years old, and he was already in his twilight years. Now that he was sick, he looked even older.The weather was not too cold at this time, and he was still wearing a thick cloak.Obviously a month ago, although he was thin, he was still a vigorous old man.

Seeing Song Jingxing, he smiled weakly: "Little brother Jingxing, please sit down quickly."

Song Jingxing didn't sit down, but just looked at Su Bo: "Su Shangshu, I came here this time to ask Su Shangshu something."

Song Jingxing only agreed to become an official after visiting the Song family three times.Su Bo naturally had a gentle attitude towards Song Jingxing: "Let's talk, brother Jingxing."

Song Jingxing's voice was unhurried: "It is Su Shangshu, your only son Su Hao who is in charge of the construction of the Kanglefang gate. After the Kanglefang gate was built, Su Hao was sent to a place thousands of miles away from the capital. Taiyuan Mansion, and the construction manual of Kanglefang Fangmen were destroyed by fire after Su Hao was released."

When he spoke, he kept looking at Su Bo.

Su Bo's expression remained calm.

Only when he mentioned Su Hao, the corners of Su Bo's mouth twitched slightly.

Song Jingxing's voice was slow: "Will Su Shangshu tell the lower officials about the connection between these two things?"

Su Bo looked at Song Jingxing and suddenly smiled.

He slowly said: "Little brother Jing Xing is indeed the person that the old man took a fancy to and selected. But in just one day, he was able to infer the connection inside. Little brother Jing Xing is indeed not someone in the pool."

Subo's voice was tinged with desolation.

As the breeze blows, the smell of incense sticks becomes stronger, and there seems to be some smell of burnt paper money.

Song Jingxing frowned slightly.

Su Bo's voice was pale and feeble amidst the strong smell of incense sticks: "Today is my only son Su Hao, the [-]th day of his death."

The voice of the butler outside suddenly sounded uneasy: "Old master..."

Su Bo's smile was desolate and compassionate: "He passed away in Taiyuan Mansion. As a father, I can't see him for the last time. It has been [-] days, and his body is still on the way back."

He was in tears: "I couldn't protect him when I was alive, and I couldn't let him go to the grave early after death. I don't deserve to be a father."

Song Jingxing stood quietly, watching Su Bo and began to cry.Su Bo's gray hair trembled slightly in the wind, whether it was inside or outside, everything looked so sad.

Naturally, he was not ignorant of Subo.

Su Bo lost his parents in his early years and grew up relying on the relief of his clan.He worked hard all the way, and finally became the servant of the Ministry of Industry, but his wife died of a blood collapse after giving birth to Su Hao.Now that he is about to retire and enjoy the family happiness, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

Inside, Su Bo was screaming, and outside, the housekeeper was worried.

Only Song Jingxing who stood in front of Su Bo was indifferent and seemed a little cold-blooded.

The cold-blooded Song Jingxing said: "Before I promised Lin Shilang of the household department to find out the truth about the collapse of the door of Kanglefang within two days, and now it has been more than half a day. No matter how sad Su Shangshu cried, he could not save the life of the deceased .”

What a cold-blooded man!Sure enough, it came from a vulgar place!The maid who asked Song Jingxing to remove his shoes just now couldn't help thinking.

The housekeeper outside was also very angry.

Suddenly a crisp voice came: "Song Langzhong is right, since father is gone, the widow still has to live well."

The housekeeper called out, "Girl!"

Su Bo wiped away his tears with his hands in a panic: "Chu'er, why are you here?"

The maids at the door shouted in unison: "Girl!"

First there was a rustling sound, and then a shadow crossed the screen and appeared in front of Song Jingxing.

That shadow was a young girl in sackcloth, with red eyes, but a very determined expression on her face.

She saluted Song Jingxing, who nodded slightly.

The girl walked up to Su Bo slowly, and wiped away the tears on her grandfather's face with a white handkerchief: "Grandfather, Chu'er will always be with you."

Su Bo covered his face with a veil embarrassingly, and said hoarsely after a while: "It makes Chu'er worry."

The girl in front of him is his only granddaughter Su Chu, who is only fourteen years old.He had kept the news of his only son's death from her all along, but he didn't know how she could save it.

Su Chu smiled slightly: "Grandfather, why don't you tell Langzhong Song all the truth, it's not in vain for you to visit the Song family three times and invite Langzhong Song to become an official."

She even forgot about it.

Song Jingxing raised his eyebrows, looking at the girl's pretty face.

Unlike Zhao Fenglang's beloved daughter, Su Bo's granddaughter is full of determination, as if she is full of thorns, as if telling others, don't even think about bullying her.

Su Bo finally calmed down, looked at his granddaughter, then at Song Jingxing, and finally heaved a long sigh: "Speaking of it, it's still the old man's fault."

He just wanted his son to become a dragon, but he pushed his only son into hell.

(End of this chapter)