After Song Huiyue returned to the hotel, she saw Tan Ran squatting in the patio with his eyes covered, as if hugging his head and crying.
She hurriedly stepped forward: "Did you let someone beat you?"
Tan Ran raised his head, his eyes were red, but there were no signs of being beaten.
“Madam, it’s not that I was beaten, it’s that my eyes hurt from looking at her.”
It turned out that Mrs. Song saw that her daughter disappeared as soon as she arrived in Kyoto, just like the bird without feet, flying around looking for Song Qinghui's whereabouts. She missed her son and felt sorry for her daughter, so she tried her best to find a comfortable house.
A small house for my daughter to rest comfortably.
Early this morning, before she knew that Prince Jin was also helping her look after the house, she led her troops out.
Unexpectedly, Kyoto became increasingly prosperous and there were very few good houses for rent. I felt dizzy and had no choice but to go home early.
However, Aunt Lin was like a butterfly, unable to leave, so Mrs. Song took Yuanyuan back first, while Aunt Lin and Tan Ran continued shopping.
Tan Ran had never seen such a lively scene. His hands were filled with items bought by Aunt Lin, and his eyes were not idle. He couldn't bear to rest for a while, and it hurt his eyes.
Song Huiyue laughed loudly after hearing this, turned to Yinxiao and said, "It hurts my eyes too."
She wanted to force Zhang Xutang out of his turtle shell. As long as she could see Zhang Xutang, she would be able to get some words out of him. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xutang didn't see her eyes first.
It hurts.
Tan Ran saw that Song Huiyue had nothing to ask him, so he continued to rest with his eyes covered.
Song Huiyue walked upstairs and heard Mrs. Song coughing.
Her heart tightened, and she remembered that her mother was always in high spirits whenever she was in front of her, probably to reassure herself.
The recipe I'm using now is based on the climate of Tanzhou, and I'm afraid it won't be as effective in Kyoto.
"Yinxiao," Song Huiyue turned around and whispered, "go to Xie's husband-in-law's house and ask a good doctor in Kyoto. Please come over and take my mother's pulse today."
"Yes." Yin Xiao turned around and left.
Song Huiyue changed her clothes and put on a smiling face, and entered Mrs. Song's room: "Mom, I ate spicy fish soup today."
Mrs. Song was coughing violently. When she saw Song Huiyue suddenly come in, she couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to. Aunt Lin was patting her on the back.
After coughing for a while, she felt much better. Song Huiyue took the hot tea from Yuan Yuan's hand and gave it to her to sip.
Mrs. Song sat up and said, "The fish in Kyoto tastes good too. Do you still have money on you?"
"Yes," Song Huiyue nodded, "The prince invited me to eat. He said that he would let Bage look at a few houses on Caomen Street and let you go and have a look tomorrow."
"Okay." Mrs. Song touched her hand and found it was quite warm, so she felt relieved.
Song Huiyue said enthusiastically: "When the house is rented, let's build another wooden frame, plant some grapes and Yidi brocade, and buy a large water tank in which we can raise fish and plant lotus flowers. If we can
Just plant a few big trees."
Mrs. Song saw that her chin was a bit sharp, and the little flesh on her face was also diminishing, leaving only a pair of dark and big eyes. Her nose was sore, and she touched Song Huiyue's head: "Okay."
The daughter is like a hermit, always likes to hide in the shade of a tree and do something quietly, and her mother can only do these small things for her.
She cheered up: "Tomorrow I will go see the house and buy these things after renting it. I am at home, so you don't have to worry."
She wanted to build a stable home for Song Huiyue.
After a while, Yin Xiao came back and not only invited the doctor, but Xie Chuan also came with him.
Xie Chuan told Song Huiyue not to worry. The doctor took her pulse carefully, cherished words like gold, prescribed a prescription, and stood up to leave.
After Xie Chuan sent the doctor home, he asked: "How was it?"
The doctor did not use obscure language to explain Mrs. Song's condition to Xie Chuan. He only used an analogy: "It's like a big tree. It looks lush on the outside, but it's been eaten away by insects on the inside.
If the roots are damaged, prosperity will not last long, and all external forces can only maintain it for a short period of time."
After hearing this, Xie Chuan was silent for a long time: "How long do you think it can take?"
"With proper medication, there should be no problem in two to three years."
It's too short.
Xie Chuan sighed, thanked him and said goodbye, walking down the street with sadness in his heart and other considerations.
He had watched Song Huiyue grow up, and after hearing Xie Zhou talk about Song Huiyue's two murders and the fact that she was stabbed today, he knew that Song Huiyue had a side that could not be controlled by anyone.
This vicious side is controlled by Mrs. Song, but it is not too obvious, so the prince can continue to love him so wishfully.
If two people can get married happily, it will be a good story.
With Mrs. Song here, Song Huiyue has both a beautiful heart and a thunderous method. Taking care of the palace is a piece of cake for her.
If Mrs. Song is gone when everything is still unclear...
He didn't know which direction things would go.
You still need to pay attention to a better doctor. This was the palace doctor just now. He used the prince's goldfish bag to invite him.
There are also famous saints among the people, and I have invited a few...
I still have to look for a miracle doctor.
As soon as he had the idea, he immediately started to do it and asked Xie Zhou to write a letter to Pei Yuzhang. Pei Yuzhang had been an official for many years. Regardless of officialdom, he only talked about personal affairs. He also had many friends, so he would definitely have news.
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Song Huiyue stood under the corridor of the hotel. The sky was getting darker and darker. The lanterns were picked out one by one, reflecting a red and white light. She was confused for a moment and didn't know where to go.
Yinxiao stood behind her like a wandering spirit, speechless.
When Song Huiyue's hands were freezing cold, she rubbed them: "You still have to have a family."
Without a home, people are like fireworks blown away by the cold wind.
After one night, Song Huiyue met Niu Xiaoni again by chance.
After three or four days of encountering each other by chance, Niu Xiaoni unilaterally regarded Song Huiyue as a close friend. Not only was he an excellent gambler, but he was also generous and always invited him to dinner and drinks.
After drinking a pound of wine that day, Niu Xiaoni, with red eyes, talked to Song Huiyue about her unsatisfactory father.
This father worked as Prime Minister Zhang's buyer, and he worked conscientiously, but he didn't know how to make progress. Not only did he not know how to make a fortune, he also didn't allow his only son to go out to find a way to make a living, for fear that others would catch him.
He had the ambition to get rich suddenly, but he had nowhere to put it to use. He even had to gamble a little money secretly, because as a servant of the Zhang family, three generations of men and women were not allowed to gamble.
Niu Xiaoni expressed her bitterness: "Zhang Yanei himself is full of all five poisons, but he wants his servants to clean themselves up. It's really hard to explain."
After he finished speaking, he drank a drink and whispered: "I heard that Zhang Yanei had his legs broken by someone in Tanzhou. There are still several people who haven't come back. Those people also have parents, so I wanted to ask Zhang Yanei, but the result
Zhang Yanei didn't even leave the house, he just gave away two hundred taels per person. Do you think money can make people go around?"
Song Huiyue twirled her wine glass on the table: "You have to be rich, but you also have to have power."