At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Wu's gorgeous carriage drove out of the long street without mercy, without any intention of stopping for a moment.

Zhuang Yun's road was blocked by the idiot Meng Shumiao.

She had to find another way to fish Hong'er out before he was escorted back to Beijing.

After entering Dali Temple... there is no room for change, she only has such a son.

Thinking of this, Wu's face was as cold as frost and her fingers exerted slight force.

The harsh sound made Nanny Li, who was huddled in the corner of the carriage, feel her scalp numb for a while.

The red gold armor inlaid with jade beads left a long mark on the car wall.

How did she, Meng Shumiao, think she got her current glory and wealth?

Mother is more valuable than son. Even if Meng Shuhong is no longer a thing, he is still a son.

This daughter has always been a brainless girl, but she is better at being obedient after just a few words of coaxing, which makes it easier to use.

In recent days, I have been confronting her, waiting to fish out Hong'er.

If you try to 'teach' again, but it's useless and you don't repent, don't blame her for being such a ruthless mother.

No one can try to shake her interests.

......

Xie Yuheng slowly lowered the curtains of the carriage, and the bright light in the carriage gradually decreased.

Meng Shumiao ruined Wu's plan by saying what was on her mind in front of Zhuang Yun.

The poison of the improved version of Zhenyan Powder has not been used for ten days, but there is an unexpected surprise - the mother-daughter relationship between Wu and Meng Shumiao is fragile.

Come to think of it, the distorted mentality of favoring boys over girls does not distinguish between rich and poor.

It's just that in families without money, the preference for sons over daughters is particularly noticeable.

Xie Yuheng pressed lightly, and a wooden board was placed under the seat opposite.

Open the secret compartment, take out a pile of information, and turn out the page of Meng Shuhong.

Likes to eat almonds... has two daughters, but no children.

It seems that only good people can do it to the end and send Buddha to the West. Send Meng Shuhong to become good friends with Chi Bai.

As for the Wu family, she is already thirty-seven. It’s not impossible to have three children if you work hard.

Xie Yuheng raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. Alas, she is really kind-hearted.

Help others and experience a different life. Today, one good deed a day has been completed√

Rong Shi looked at his master's face - 'innocent smile'.

My heart softened, and I secretly made up my mind to protect the young master!

When people grow up, they rarely smile from the bottom of their hearts.

Not to mention being an official in court, you need to be careful in your words and deeds. It's a small thing if you are caught by the imperial censor, but it's a big deal if you are caught and attacked by a political enemy.

I just hope that the young master’s innocent smile can last longer.

People who were unlucky in childhood need a lifetime to heal, but happiness in childhood can turn into honey in the difficult days to come.

The simple-looking carriage slowly drove out of the long street.

No one noticed that the woman who was squatting and crying in front of the Gongyuan gate disappeared without knowing when.

After all, my mother never really cared.

......

That night, Meng Shuhong had a snack for the first time since entering prison.

Meng Shuhong's long hair was spread out like a beggar. The clothes on his body were so dirty that the original fine patterns could no longer be seen.

As I got closer, I could still faintly smell the smell of sweat, mixed with the smell of urine.

He eats, drinks, and defecates in the cell. He has his own small single room, which is pretty good!

At this time, there was an exquisite food box in front of him. The three layers of the food box were filled with almond cakes.

Meng Shuhong grabbed the almond cake with trembling and dirty hands and put it into his mouth.

He had been eating plain porridge and pickles for several days and almost vomited.

It wasn't until my cheeks were bulging with stuff that I was filled with joy, thinking that my mother had sent it through my connections.

After all, it is his favorite food, almond cake.

As he ate, the firelight in the cell dimmed.

Thinking of his gloomy future, Meng Shuhong couldn't help but shed tears.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

Thinking about him, Prince Yongchang, he had everything he wanted since he was a child, but over time he became a prisoner of his subordinates.

Or I can no longer play cockfights or horseback riding with my friends, or travel around the mountains and rivers.

After a while, another trace of resentment flashed in Meng Shuhong's eyes, and the almond cake in his hand suddenly no longer smelled good.

Just to avoid being hungry and not wanting to eat the porridge and pickles provided by the cell, I stuffed them into my mouth unconsciously.

Hot tears fell on the back of his hand as his eyes were lifeless.

Finally, the black teardrops rolled into the almond cake and became a dipping sauce, which was eaten by Meng Shuhong.

Fortunately, the light in the cell was dim, so Prince Yongchang, who was used to being a wealthy man, did not vomit on the spot.

Meng Shuhong regretted extremely why he came to Jingzhou.

As long as he lives his life under the protection of the Meng family's ancestors, it doesn't matter what happens to his descendants.

Anyway, after death, everyone is just a handful of loess, which cannot be turned into gold. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and they should not worry about the affairs after death.

He is indeed not a student. Everyone has their own strengths. How can everyone be the same?

The teacher's teachings don't go into your head. What can he do? Do you have to compare yourself with others in life?

Yongchang Bo's Mansion is located in Shangjing. It is not as good as the previous ones but more than the lower ones.

Why is my mother obsessed with climbing up and never asking him what he wants...

The next morning.

The roosters raised by the people in the alley behind the Fuya Prison crowed twice.

The cell was still dark, with only a little sunlight shining through the narrow window high up on the shiny black floor of the cell.

The prisoner in the cell opposite stretched his legs, trying to reach the food box containing almond cake that Meng Shuhong placed beside the cell.

The iron chain clanked against the iron pole.

The prison cell has been optimized for thousands of years and countless skilled craftsmen, so how can it be obtained?

Meng Shuhong, who was woken up, held his head with one hand and lay on his side watching his efforts in vain, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

After a while, Meng Shuhong got up from the bed made of straw and stretched proudly.

It was fun to watch it early in the morning, wow, it’s really good!

Maybe I had eaten enough and had a good sleep last night, but... I had a strange dream.

It's hard to have fun in the hot summer.

Meng Shuhong picked up a piece of almond cake and ate it deliberately, making strange appearances from time to time as if he was tasting fine delicacies.

"Oh, almond cake, it's so delicious."

Meng Shuhong's voice and the sound of eating almond cake echoed in this small world.

The old man in the cell opposite listened silently and walked silently to the corner of his cell, as if giving up the fight.

Meng Shuhong curled his lips boredly, that's it?

Even if he is in jail, he still lives better than untouchables like them. Someone gives him food.

Who knows the next second, the night fragrance fills the room.

Meng Shuhong's whole body was covered with night fragrance, and as for the remaining almond cake in the food box, he could not eat it.

The rich smell filled the tip of his nose.

Meng Shuhong held on to the fence and vomited until the sky and the earth were dark.

When I woke up early, my stomach was already empty, but I ate a few pieces of almond cake and vomited them out together.

At the end of the vomiting, there was nothing to vomit and I actually vomited some yellow water.

The old man's crazy laughter echoed in the cell.

At the corner, the guard took a look and went back to chat with his colleagues.

After a while, it was time to change shifts.