"Then who is your master?" He Shuyuan asked. "My grandpa is the Minister of Household Affairs." The old lady looked proud. He Shuyuan was stunned, she knew who this Shangguan's wife was!
Yes, He Shuyuan knew from a very young age that Yan was her biological mother. However, it was only after He Ran entered the house that she learned about the death of Mr. He and Mr. Lao's biological daughter. Yan said that He Ran was fake, and the fake could no longer be fake. The real He Ran's daughter died as soon as she was born. This lady of Shangguan is the grandmother of that short-lived ghost. Then does she know that He Ran is a fake? He Shuyuan was not stupid. She had no hope and did not dare to think that Mrs. Shangguan would recognize her. That's the Minister of Household Affairs! How could Ran, that fake one, be worthy of such a maternal wife?
He Shuyuan suddenly couldn't wait to see Mrs. Shangguan. He Ran, if I can’t get it, you can’t have it either. Unfortunately, He Shuyuan never expected that she would not even see Mrs. Shangguan's face. She had just followed her mother-in-law to the car when she heard an old but indifferent voice coming from the carriage: "Is she a girl from the He family? Come in." Just listening to this voice, He Shuyuan seemed to see an old woman who missed her daughter. How could such a person tolerate someone pretending to be her granddaughter? An imperceptible smile emerged from He Shuyuan's lips. The mother-in-law put down the footstool and she got on the carriage. But the woman in the carriage was completely different from the Shangguan lady she had imagined. She was not the wife of a third-rank official. She was clearly a servant!
"Who are you?" He Shuyuan asked. The maid saw contempt on He Shuyuan's face and sneered: "You are a fake who has occupied the magpie's nest. You have occupied my cousin's identity for so many years. Today I will teach you a lesson for my old lady!" He Shuyuan was shocked and said subconsciously: "He Ran is the one." Before the next words were spoken, the woman who had brought He Shuyuan over had already firmly controlled her from behind. A ball of rags was stuffed into He Shuyuan's mouth. She opened her eyes wide but could not make any sound. He Shuyuan's main character is a slender and fragile woman, who is no match for these two strong women, not to mention these two are not ordinary women, they are martial maids, specially assigned by Lao Guanghuai for the female relatives of the family. He Shuyuan never expected that she would encounter such a thing. It all happened so fast that she was not given a chance to speak. She received several hard slaps on the face, each of which made her head dizzy. It turns out that this is what it feels like to be slapped on the face. This was He Shuyuan's last thought before she fainted. She fainted. When she woke up, she saw several pairs of hungry eyes around her, a group of women with disheveled and dirty hair. "Thin-skinned and tender meat, well-raised." "Tsk, tsk, this little waist is so thin, I can't wait to cut it off." He Shuyuan was shocked and struggled to sit up, but her leg was pressed tightly by a woman's knee. It felt like her bones were about to break. It was in excruciating pain, but she couldn't move. "What is this place? Where am I?"
A woman laughed loudly: "Where? This is a prison. You are in prison just like us!" Jail? He Shuyuan was so frightened that she almost fainted again. Was she taken to jail? Wasn’t Liao Yingjie suppressing Lu Honger’s case against him? Why do you have to arrest yourself? By the way, she remembered, it was Shangguan's wife. No, maybe that was not the Lao family's carriage at all. They said she occupied the magpie's nest, but didn't He Ran do the same? Why do they only attack themselves?
With a bang, He Shuyuan's body was lifted up and dropped by a female prisoner. The female prisoner laughed loudly: "Look, I can throw her out with one hand." The other said, "Come on, let me try too." He Shuyuan was like a rag doll, being picked up and thrown down, picked up and thrown down again, over and over again, until her nose was bruised, her face was swollen, and her body was covered in bruises. At this time, He Shuyuan didn't know that her nightmare had just begun. The other female prisoners in this cell will all be released one day, but she will never be released. A woman came in with her child in hand. She was empty-handed. She didn't look like she was visiting the prison. Moreover, she didn't come close, but stayed far away. She looked at the tortured man indifferently through the fence. A ghostly woman. "Son, did you see that? That is the person who harmed you, and this is her fate." He Shuyuan seemed to feel something, struggled to raise her head, and looked at the only place in the cell where the sun could shine. In a daze, there seemed to be two people standing there, one large and one small. She wanted to see who they were, but the two people could no longer be seen. He Ran pushed the peeled melon seeds in front of Xiaoba and said calmly: "This is seeking death. Originally, I didn't want to deal with her. After all, she was just a newborn child back then. But she insisted on seeking death by herself. , but I am the person who hates harming children the most, she deserves it!" He Ran didn't like children. She was originally the kind of person who would change seats when there were children next to her in the car. But it was because she couldn't stand people harming children that she unconsciously adopted Zhou Chi. Later, someone wanted to curry favor with her and picked a beautiful and cute child for her to raise, and even said that they would provide her with care until the end of her life. She almost died. Vomited to death. "Battle report, battle report! King Jin has launched an attack! It's really an emergency, it's really an emergency!" Eight hundred miles of urgent battle reports were sent from Pingshanwei to the capital. Xiaoba loved to watch the excitement, so he even stopped eating melon seeds. He flapped his wings and sent them out through the open window, and went to the street to watch the excitement. The person delivering the battle report held up a flag and raced as fast as he could, shouting and running all the way. Others could only follow him for a short distance, but Xiaoba followed him all the way to the palace. Two hours later, Xiaoba flew in from the open window again and landed on He Ran's shoulder. "Aijia is not dead yet, and you are crying?" "Those old men are just your ministers and your dogs. Are you afraid of them? Are you a waste?" "Aijia is not dead yet, and you are crying?" "Those old men are just your ministers and your dogs. Are you afraid of them? Are you a waste?" Xiaoba repeated the words it had just learned over and over again, and He Ran asked: "Did you fly into the hall? No one used a net to catch you?" Xiaoba: "Baye is Daoguang, and the green color makes you panic." He Ran patted its little head: "Don't fly into the hall next time, it's too dangerous." Xiaoba raised his head: "Mommy loves me!" He Ran didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She looked around, but fortunately no one else heard her.
After leaving office every day, Guo Shoufu would always sit in Meiyingxuan, sipping tea, reading calligraphy and paintings, or closing his eyes to rest. Today he is not alone. There are also two officials from the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Households. The shopkeeper of Mei Yingxuan has put up a closing sign with a wink and will no longer accept guests. During today's court meeting, the three of them had been arguing, so they made an appointment here, but they still had their own reasons. The Ministry of Husband wanted to leave money for the river, but the Ministry of War wanted to empty out all the money of the Hubu's family. . At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly came from the window: "The Ai family is not dead yet, and you are crying? Those old men are just your ministers and your dogs. Are you afraid of them? Are you a waste?"