The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 35 Suspension and Investigation
That’s right, today is the day that Yu Ajiao and Lu Qianfu are getting married. There is no time to lose and it cannot be delayed any more.

Widow Yu has been preparing the dowry for her daughter over the years, and Yu Ajiao has also embroidered the wedding dress long ago.

Of course, the Lu family also prepared the betrothal gifts, but since this daughter-in-law was being forced into marriage, they didn't need to take it too seriously and could just deal with it perfunctorily.

The Yu family didn't even have a wedding banquet. They just waited for the Lu family's sedan chair to arrive so that Yu Ajiao could go out.

It was not until this moment that Yu Ajiao realized that even if she married the person she loved as she wished, she would not be as happy as she had imagined.

Instead, she was more worried about her mother. The mother and daughter had depended on each other for many years. She was just a little willful, but she was not without conscience.

"Mom~" Yu Ajiao couldn't bear it, and was reluctant to give up. Suddenly, she didn't want to get married anymore.

"Go ahead, don't look back, no matter what happens to mom, don't seek revenge for me, just live your life well.

Even if your mother is not around, you should not be afraid. If the Lu family dares to bully you, you can take the token to find the second young lady of the Loyal and Brave Marquis's Mansion, pledge your loyalty to her, and let her make the decision for you."

In the end, Yu Ajiao said goodbye to her mother in tears, got on the sedan chair carried by two people, and got married quietly.

Lord Lu's son was getting married, so he naturally had to ask for leave, and more than half of the people in the Wood Furniture Bureau went to Lu's house to attend the wedding.

And Song's father was directly ordered to be suspended from his post and investigated.

The reason was corruption, and what was embezzled was naturally timber, the quantity of which was staggering.

Needless to say, this is the consequence of breaking off relations with the Lu family. It is clearly a frame-up, and the person who did it is obviously Lord Lu.

Unfortunately, they had been stationed in the Wood Furniture Inspection Office for many years and were very experienced in tampering with the data, so there was no trace of their flaws. As a result, as soon as Song's father went to work, he was sent back. If the number was larger, he might have been taken into custody and imprisoned.

"So, Dad, you were dismissed from office?" Song Qingya was so worried. Why was there always one problem after another at home? Don't small people have the right to live a peaceful life?
"That can't be done. If your father didn't do something, what is the use of making up something useful for the judiciary?"

With money in hand, Song Dalin has no worries. He doesn't care about being suspended from his job at all. At most, his salary will be reduced. Does the Song family look like a family that is short of ten taels of salary now?
It would be best to stop using it for ten days or half a month, which would be enough time for my wife to recuperate after the baby is born and take care of her daily life.

"What justice?" Song Qingwan covered her head and walked out of the house slowly. Her feet were still a little unsteady and she couldn't hear clearly what the father and daughter were saying.

"Wanwan, how do you feel?" Compared to his own official position, Father Song is now more worried about his eldest daughter.

"Headache." It turns out that drinking has side effects. I won't dare drink too much next time. No wonder people say that drinking is harmful to the body. Song Qingwan kept rubbing her forehead.

"And then?" Father Song continued to stare at her nervously.

"And then? Can't you just say whatever you want to say? Do I look like someone who can still think?" Are you tired? Is it okay to roll your eyes at your old father?

"It's about what happened last night. How much do you remember?" Song Qingya went to the kitchen to bring sobering soup, and Song's father dared to ask quietly.

"You said that criminals broke into private houses, and then... was there anything else?" Song Qingwan just felt that she seemed to have seen someone else?

Then I entered a mysterious state of ecstasy. Damn it! Was I seeing a ghost?!
"Oh, that's not important. Let's just talk about what happened in our yard. How much do you remember?"

"What? About breaking the bandit's neck? I haven't even asked yet, how many people died? Who are they? How dare they break into my Song family? Don't they know that this is the entrance to the palace of Hades?"

Even now when talking about it, Song Qingwan still sounds fierce, as if she would not be satisfied even if she broke those people's necks.

Song's father was stunned. It turned out that his daughter knew everything. She knew that she was killing people instead of chickens. Song's father didn't know whether he was too successful in training or too unsuccessful in educating her.

"Wanwan, don't be so aggressive, girl. We should be gentler next time. I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you." You've made it too difficult for your father, you know that. Father Song had a bitter face, holding on to the door frame, and almost fainted.

Song Qingwan waved her hands nonchalantly, "It's okay, Dad. If this happens a few more times, no one will dare to provoke us next time."

Father Song was speechless, because this is what he usually did, but his destructive power was not as great as his daughter's.

"Then who did you learn Kung Fu from?" Could it be that his daughter secretly became a disciple of some master?
But what disappointed Song's father was that his daughter had no one to rely on.

"What kind of kung fu do I have? Isn't real kung fu the ability to fly over rooftops and walk on walls? At best, I am just a little stronger.

I only saw the old man at the end of the alley perform it a few times, so I took note of it. I didn't expect it to come in handy. Wow, it's true that having many skills is always a plus, and there's no end to learning!"

Father Song almost became autistic after his daughter showed off her talent. Everyone has seen people performing boxing a few times, but watching and being able to do it are two completely different things!

"Okay, from now on, we'll rely on you to guard our house."

Song Qingwan looked at her father suspiciously, "You really don't mean to scold your daughter? She is not Da Huang, and she is also guarding the house. Can't she just be protecting her relatives?"

"I suddenly remembered that you mentioned the judiciary just now, right? Is there any progress in the Song family extermination case?" Did the widow Yu collude with the gangsters to harm the Song family? Song Qingwan was very concerned about this matter.

I always feel that my father's means of revenge are too mild. If it were her, she would just kill him directly. After all, if this bad guy doesn't die, he will harm others.

"Hey, you naughty kid, don't use words carelessly. This matter will not produce results in a few days. The Imperial City Bureau is trying to catch big fish, and our little thing is just something they do for convenience.

What I told your sister was that your father was suspended from his job." Father Song told Song Qingwan his story again.

Song Qingwan also felt complicated when she saw the piles of wood scraps in the yard. If she thought carefully, her father was not wronged.

"Then let's turn waste into treasure. We've received an order for plywood, so let's work together. We can earn back Dad's monthly salary in two days. Wouldn't that make you feel better?"

Father Song, I almost believed you, luckily he had other plans.

The aftereffects of being drunk are really serious. Even though Song Qingwan drank the sobering soup, her head still hurt and her body was always in a state of fatigue.

So I stayed at home for two days, and worked with my father to make the splints and plaster ordered by Taoist Wuwei and Doctor Luo.

But she didn't know that her paintings had already been hung in the study of the East Palace of the Imperial Palace.

Li Minghe was self-taught. After seeing Song Qingwan draw a sketch once, he was able to integrate her skills into his own painting skills, making the beauty in the painting look more three-dimensional and lifelike.

The Queen once again rushed into the study and asked, "Son, I heard that you are going to participate in the beauty contest, but which girl have you chosen?"

Li Minghe rolled up his painting slowly and methodically, and just as the queen approached him, he put the painting away.

He ignored the queen and glanced at the eunuch, "You don't know how to report? Go learn it a thousand times."

The eunuch was a little boy, feeling wronged. Would the Queen wait for someone to report it? And he did report it, but Your Highness didn't hear it?

"Hey." I guess the mother and son want to talk in private.
(End of this chapter)