An hour later, the maid came back from outside and saw that she was back, the eldest lady hurriedly asked, "Have you asked?"

The maid said, "You are right, you are right. There is indeed a cradle on the list. When I saw my mother, my mother was about to go out. I asked her where she was going. She said she would go to find Madam Zhen in Master Zhou Xuanhe's mansion."

The royal family camps all had the surname Zhou. In order to distinguish, the maids could only share their names and surnames.

Zhou Xuanhe is over 60 years old and is the same as King Qin. Madam Zhen is the manager of his mansion.

"Is there anything wrong with looking for Madam Zhen?" Mrs. Zhou said strangely.

The maid said, "In fact, it's not just to find Madam Zhen, but to ask Madam Zhen to help. There is an embroidery girl in their mansion who is good at weaving and repairing. My mother said that when Mrs. Zhang counted the private warehouse the day before yesterday, she found that a cradle given by the palace was crippled with several holes by insects. Although the object was old and useless, it was given by the palace. Mrs. Zhang wanted to ask the embroidery girl to help weaving and repairing. Our mansion would not use it in vain, but he had to pay wages. But the embroidery girl didn't come out on weekdays. Mrs. Zhang knew that my mother and Madam Zhen had some friendship, so she asked my mother to help find Madam Zhen, and then asked Madam Zhen to ask if the embroidery girl would like to take on this job."

The maid said a lot, and Mrs. Zhou only heard two words throughout the article - "Swagging Clothes"!

"Old Mrs. Zhang really said there was a cradle?" Mrs. Zhou asked again.

The maid nodded, sure: "Yes, what Mrs. Zhang said to my mother is that the one that was eaten by insects was a swaddling garment, a swaddling garment given in the palace."

Mrs. Zhou's heart was pounding, and her lips trembled for a long time, but she didn't say a word.

She waved her hand and asked the maid to go out. She sat alone for a long time, and her heart was in a mess.

What's going on?

Does the old man have two swaddle clothes in his hand, one in the account and the other in the account?

The one on the tent was edified by insects, and the one on the tent was in her hands.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhou rummaged through the boxes and found the swaddle she had hidden.

To be honest, she even hid Master Zhou in this matter, even the maid just now didn't know about it.

The mansion has a lot of talk, and if it reaches the ears of sisters-in-law, it will inevitably be a battle.

When it comes to fighting, Mrs. Zhou is not afraid of anyone, but after the fight, this matter can no longer be hidden. When it comes to the old master's ears, this cradle will not belong to her.

Their family all rely on this cradle to live with.

The rest of her life with Master Zhou and Zhou Cheng’s life was based on this cradle to eat or drink porridge.

Did she get it wrong?

Yes, she took it wrong.

What she took was not the one that King Qin used when he was a child!

At this moment, Zhou Cheng's voice sounded outside the door: "Where is my mother?"

The maid whispered: "The eldest lady is now..."

Before the maid could finish her words, Zhou Cheng shouted loudly: "My grandma, look at what I have brought back."

Zhou Cheng is his son!

The eldest lady who was in a state of sacrificing silence suddenly seemed to have a backbone. She got off the kang without even wearing her shoes. Before she could open the door, Zhou Cheng pushed the door open and came in by herself.

Zhou Cheng was holding two lotus leaf bags in his hand. As soon as he entered the door, he smiled and said, "My grandma, I bought you your favorite braised intestine, you can try it."

The nobles in the capital do not eat braised large intestines, and there are no ones sold near the royal family camps, but Mrs. Zhou likes to eat this bite.

Mrs. Zhou didn't care about the braised intestines. She quickly closed the door, pulled Zhou Cheng, put the swabbing clothes in front of Zhou Cheng, and lowered her voice and said, "Son, my mother may have been fooled."

"I was deceived? Who lied to you? Why did you keep him from slandering him?" Zhou Cheng was very surprised. When did he become a person who was willing to suffer losses?

"Wow, listen to your mother, no, you promise not to tell your grandfather and your father about this." Mrs. Zhou Da said.

"I promise not to say anything. I have anything to say to them. I will scold me after a few words." Zhou Cheng said carelessly.

"Then you hear from my mother, this cradle is like this. Oh, when my mother got married, the old lady showed me it. It was praised by Queen Rong, and embroidered it to Prince Qin by Queen Rong. That day, my mother found a locksmith and went to your grandfather's private warehouse to find the cradle. But do you know? Your grandfather must have found someone taking things in his Curry, so he asked Ah Jiang and Mrs. Zhang to count the things in Curry, saying that twenty-two things were missing, and asked your father to ask me, which means that these twenty-two things were taken by me. But those who really didn't take them. These killers..." Speaking of this, Mrs. Zhou was a little anxious, and she wanted to curse.

Zhou Cheng quickly interrupted her and said, "You only stole one cradle, but nothing else, but my grandfather decided you stole twenty-one other items? Mother, why are you getting less and less promising? It's okay to just slip through the door and pick the lock, but you can't steal chickens and lose rice. You stole them all, why don't you steal more?"

Zhou Cheng looked disappointed at his mother.

If it were his aunt, the entire warehouse would be empty.

If it were his aunt's mother, she would not only empty the entire warehouse, but also set a fire to burn out all the evidence.

Why is the difference between people so big?

"Little bastard, steal one bite at a time. Isn't this stealing? Can you say that your own things are stealing? You just take them, just change the place for this thing." Mrs. Zhou pounded her son for a moment. She was so angry with her son that she would be better than raw vegetables, which would be edible.

Zhou Cheng was grinning by his mother. Just as he was talking again, Mrs. Zhou was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued: "There is no such cradle in those twenty-two things!"

Then, Mrs. Zhou Da talked about Mrs. Zhang's visit to embroider the embroidery girl to weave the cradle, and Zhou Cheng was stunned.

"My mother, did you steal this thing in vain? Did you steal a useless piece of rag?"

When Mrs. Zhou heard her son say this, she became even more angry: "That's right? You said I didn't eat mutton, but I'm just fucking all over. Oh, I'm so angry."

As she said that, she picked up the scissors from the needle and thread basket and was about to cut the swaddle.

Zhou Cheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind. He quickly grabbed the swaddle and hid it behind him, and said to the big wife holding the scissors: "It's great, don't be angry. Take this thing and take it. It's useless anyway. I'll throw it away for you, and you don't have to work hard. I'll take it away so that you won't be obsessed with it."

After saying that, before Mrs. Zhou refused, he pushed open the window and jumped out of the window with the swabbing cloth.

Mrs. Zhou was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Why was she so unlucky? It would be fine if she got the wrong thing, but having a son made her angry.

This little turtle girl is so hateful. After being wronged, he would not help her stand up.

If I had known that this kid was so unfilial, he would have strangled him to death as soon as he was born.

At this time, the maid's voice sounded outside the door: "Master, let me ask the stove, is the fish steamed or braised?"

"Braised, that little turtle-beautiful favorite to eat braised."
Chapter completed!