Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 361 1 more

"In Shou'an Palace." Old Master Lu said: "When the Empress Dowager was named Empress, this painting was brought into the palace as a dowry. If she hadn't touched it, it should still exist today."

Song Wei understood, "Master, you want me to come forward and get this painting from the Empress Dowager?"

"Stinky boy, whether your master's wish for many years can be fulfilled depends entirely on you."

"If the master wants to say that, the apprentice will not dare to take your job."

The queen mother is such a shrewd person, once he got the idea of ​​that painting, how could she not be a little alert?
When the relationship between him and the master is found out, Song Wei himself is not afraid of suffering, but he is afraid of implicating his family if the empress dowager does something in a fit of anger.

But it's rare for the master to speak, and he can't directly deny it.

While hesitating, Song Wei said: "I can't guarantee that I will get the last painting, so I can only promise to help the master. As for whether it can be done or not, it depends on the final result."

Master Lu understood his difficulties, "Actually, it's not impossible for me to come forward, but my relationship with her is so rigid, and I've been hiding from her for decades. At this time, she may not believe my explanation. Not to mention giving me the painting with my own hands." After a pause, "The destruction of Qiaojia Yizhuang is the evidence that she hates me. If I go to ask for it myself, I will have to end up with hundreds of antiques tomorrow."

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After seeing off Lord Lu, Song Wei returned to Qingteng Residence, Wen Wan had already packed up the clothes and supplies he was going to wear in the palace, and now he was sitting on an armchair with an uneasy expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Song Wei was worried that she was not feeling well, and his soft voice was full of concern.

"Sanggong, can you not go with me this time?"

Wen Wan suddenly raised her head, and tightly grasped his arm with both hands, as if to keep someone who was about to go out, the panic in her eyes only increased.

Song Wei sat down and stroked her back, "Did you see something bad again?"

"Xianggong will be injured on this trip, it's a serious injury." Wen Wan thought of the scene she had foreseen earlier, and her heart was still beating wildly.

Song Wei motioned her to speak slowly.

Wen Wan looked at the man's calm face, the uneasiness in her heart eased, she took a deep breath, and said slowly: "The emperor was assassinated, my husband blocked the arrow for him in time, and I was seriously injured and my life was in danger."

Although Song Wei was later promoted to an official because of his meritorious service in escorting, but that was the glory and wealth that Xianggong paid for with his life, Wen Wan would rather not have it.

After not hearing him say anything for a long time, Wen Wan felt more and more uncertain, "Sir, are you listening to me?"

The gentle hand was still grabbing his arm helplessly, Song Wei took advantage of the situation and put his palm on the back of her hand, without directly agreeing not to go to the palace with Shengjia to escape the summer heat, "If the emperor will be assassinated, then as a subject, I will be more You can’t escape, you have to go.”

Wen Wan opened her mouth, and found that she couldn't refute the man's words.

Her family's husband is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, not to mention that what is facing difficulties now is the emperor he is loyal to, he can't find an excuse to escape and stand by and watch the accident of the superior.

In the end, Wen Wan could only say dryly, "I can't see who arranged those assassins, and I can't help. I'm afraid that if you go, not only will you not be able to save the emperor, but you will also take your own life."

Speaking of this, her eye circles were slightly red.

In the premonition, the image of the arrow in his chest dyed the red official robe is lingering in his mind, as long as Wen Wan thinks about it, his back will start to break out in cold sweat.

After all, it has 12 years of experience. Even if this kind of thing happened, Song Wei, the client, was calmer than her. He didn't rush to pay attention to what happened to him, but tried to comfort her as much as possible. His tone was slow and slow, "Your husband used to Doesn't it always save the day?"

Since when is he still able to tease himself like this?
Gentle and annoyed.

"It's not that I haven't been stabbed before, and I have been beaten for no reason." Song Wei continued, with that tone, that tone, as if he was not the one who was unlucky and injured in the past, and he was just dictating other people's stories.

Wen Wan was originally full of worries, but after hearing these words, most of them soon dissipated.

Even if he has no countermeasures in mind, he will always let her feel the rare peace of mind when she is flustered and bewildered through his calm tone and indifferent attitude.

Wen Wan found that she had become attached to this feeling at some point.

Seeing the man's calm expression, she still couldn't help but say, "Why don't I go with you? Just like before, I'll be your little book boy, or I can be your maid, As long as I can follow along, I don't care how I dress up."

Song Wei asked her, "Then you followed, what about Jinbao?"

He murmured softly, "Taking care of Jinbao is taking care of Jinbao, protecting you is protecting you. This level of severity is fundamentally two different things, and they cannot be compared. You can't let me choose between you and Jinbao, right? My lord Is it stupid to make a choice when you want to?"

"Stupidity was also chosen by you with your eyes closed."

"So I admit it!" Wen Wan followed his words and said, "My husband is weak and helpless. As a wife, I have to stand up and protect him at such a time, right?"

These words are nonsensical, but those who listen to them are very useful, and the doting in their eyes is more and more obvious, "Wanwan is starting to grow up, and she knows how to love her husband."

She curled her lips gently, "When will I stop loving you?"

Although it was a questioning tone, there was a surge of emotion inside, and there was an indescribable sweetness.

After confirming that she was going to follow Song Wei, Wen Wan started to pack her things, stuffed two sets of men's clothes into the bag, and put the other set by the bedside, planning to get up early tomorrow morning to wear it and dress up as a servant.

Men's clothing is always more convenient than women's clothing when going out.

After that, Wen Wan went to Rong'an Hall to explain the situation to her mother-in-law.

Mrs. Song has been used to the bad luck of her son's bad luck of burning high incense and worshiping Bodhisattva for 30 years. As soon as her daughter-in-law said that she had something to discuss, she had already thought of it. When the gentle words fell, she sighed softly, "You said that these people have become officials. Why is Saburo still seeing Tian'er's misfortune? My son is a good official and never does anything that hurts the sky. Why is God not open his eyes?"

Wen Wan smiled and said: "What mother said, God doesn't know how to answer you."

"Can I still complain about my mistakes?" Mrs. Song became more and more annoyed, "Since he took office, Sanlang has helped the Tian family with major cases involving human life. What happened? He didn't get promoted and got rich, but unfortunately he was injured every day." , Isn’t this what God’s blind eye is?”

"Maybe God is testing the husband?"

"One year is a test, ten years is a test, and 30 years, isn't it intentional to torment people? God is full and has nothing to do. He stares at my family Saburo every day to toss, and it will be 30 years? "

"..."

Every time Wen Wan felt that she couldn't answer what her mother-in-law said.

But she couldn't help but reply, "What you said is right, God just doesn't open his eyes, but what can we do as a woman, we have to live as usual."

Mrs. Song glanced at her after hearing this, "You have something to say to me, you learned from Fangniang, right?"

She smiled gently, "Fang Niang wants to know that you are talking about her like that behind her back, so please jump."

"What's wrong with jumping feet? She can still fly from her husband's house to her mother's house with wings to challenge me?"

"I really let you talk about it."

Before Mrs. Song finished speaking, she was picked up by someone.

It was Song Fang who happened to go back to her natal home to answer the conversation.

Seeing her daughter come back suddenly, Mrs. Song was taken aback for a moment, and then asked her, "Why are you here?"

Song Fang walked to the side and sat down, looking back at the old woman, "Listen to you, a married daughter is like water to be thrown out, and it is a crime to go back to her mother's house?"

Mrs. Song frowned when she heard this, and said to her, "You are from your natal family, you look more casual than shopping, why didn't you even say hello beforehand?"

"I wanted to say hello, but I didn't see you paying attention to me." Song Fang curled her lips.

"Damn girl, challenge me as soon as you come back. I think you have been used to be virtuous by your husband's family. You have no rules at all."

Song Fang rolled her eyes secretly, "I've only been married for a long time, and I'll be an outsider when I come back. Are you still my mother?"

"Why isn't it your mother?" Mrs. Song snapped back, "I have to hold it with my head bowed, and bring you tea and water, oh, that's your mother? You're welcome, you really think of yourself as an aunt gone."

Song Fang imagined the picture of her mother smiling with others in her mind, and couldn't hold back, she just burst out laughing.

(End of this chapter)