In order to keep Song Huiyue's mind off the bad things, Liu Qin told some interesting stories about her life.
"When I was at Jiankang Mansion on Jiangnan Road, I suddenly had the idea of breaking willows to say goodbye. Especially in spring, the literati said that they would break all the spring breeze and make all the willow trees in the city go bald. Once, when the prefect went out for an outing, all the weeping willows became bald.
He cursed angrily and ordered that anyone who broke a willow branch again would be fined one tael of silver."
After hearing this, Song Huiyue opened her mouth and wanted to laugh. She accidentally stretched the wound. She wanted to laugh but her mouth hurt. She grinned in pain.
Seeing this, Liu Qin quickly said: "I won't say anything anymore."
Song Huiyue waved her hands and laughed without showing her teeth: "I'll be careful."
Liu Qin pointed at the dragon boat incense drain. The incense had burned to the noon hour line, and the small copper ball hanging from the silver thread was swaying and about to fall.
"Didn't Grandma Yun say that your mother-in-law will be here at noon? I will take my leave."
As she finished speaking, the small copper ball rolled down into the dragon boat with a clanking sound.
Song Huiyue stood up and saw her off: "I'll see you out and pick up grandma outside."
The two of them walked out of the door talking and laughing, and walked onto the bamboo forest corridor. Within a moment, they met King Jin head-on.
The King of Jin was in high spirits after a night's rest. He wore a soap-colored cardigan half open on the outside, and a white fine cloth robe exposed on the inside. He wore a lotus jade crown on his head and a pair of soap-colored cloth shoes. He felt like a leisurely cloud and wild crane, noble and noble.
Out of the dust.
Liu Qin and Song Huiyue both said a long blessing: "Your Majesty."
Aunt Yun followed from a distance and also bowed together.
The King of Jin asked Song Huiyue: "Are you going to pick up your mother-in-law?"
Song Huiyue nodded.
"Don't worry, my mother-in-law. The recipe for removing scars has been prepared. It is a secret recipe from the palace. It will not leave any traces. You can apply it on the wound after it has scabbed."
Song Huiyue replied with a smile: "I know."
Prince Jin also laughed and stood aside to make way for them.
Song Huiyue and Liu Qin swam past King Jin like fish.
When King Jin looked at Song Huiyue, he felt that she was calm both physically and mentally.
Her calmness was the calmness that had been settled in her heart, without any pretense, and she did not even ask for news about Song Qinghui.
In this chaotic and unruly world, there are always restless people commotion in the dark, ready to cause trouble at any time.
Only Song Huiyue made him feel at ease.
She is a nail in the chaos, firmly rooted in place, no matter how things change and the torrent of time washes past her, she will not shake herself.
There she died, decayed, and dissipated.
Liu Qin turned around unexpectedly.
Prince Jin actually still stood there, following Song Huiyue with his eyes, a smile on his eyes and brows.
Liu Qin's heart skipped a beat, feeling that she had touched some secret, and she suddenly twisted her neck back.
It was thrown too fast and too hard, and she covered her neck with an "ouch".
Song Huiyue looked at her: "Are there mosquitoes?"
Liu Qin answered with tears in her eyes: "No, I stretched it."
After sending away Liu Qin, who had a very weird neck twist, Song Huiyue waited for Mrs. Song who brought her family with her.
Mrs. Xie also came with her daughter-in-law and grandson.
Before coming, Xie Zhou had already said that Song Huiyue had hurt her face. The group of them were worried and hated, and they unanimously decided not to make a fuss when they saw Song Huiyue. However, when they really saw Song Huiyue,
Everyone was stunned.
This is no small injury.
It can be said that half of the face is injured.
Can this really leave no scars?
On the contrary, Song Huiyue stepped forward with a smile to break the silence, greeted everyone with a series of salutes, and then helped Mrs. Song from Yuan Yuan's hand.
"Your Majesty told me that there will be no scars," she tried her best to reassure everyone, "Besides, even if there are some scars and I can't get married, it's okay. I don't rely on my looks to make a living. I just have to support my mother-in-law.
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Mrs. Song looked haggard, her eyes were sunken, and her complexion was yellow. She took a deep breath and said, "My grandma is here, and everything will be fine with my grandma here. Why are my hands so cold?"
Mother is the mountain between death. As long as mother is there, death is far away.
If my mother is not here, hell is right around the corner.
"It's not cold," Song Huiyue looked at Aunt Lin: "Are Auntie's hands okay?"
Aunt Lin's sharp words failed for a while, and she could only shed tears: "Okay...Wang Cuiping...and Old Man Lin and Sister-in-law Wu..."
Mrs. Li saw that something was not going well, so she quickly stepped forward and pushed Song Huiyue and Mrs. Song inside: "Don't blow wind here. The funeral and funeral arrangements are all handled by the magistrate's office. We will wait until the first seven days to pay tribute. The most important thing now is
The thing is to live well and live well."
"What my sister-in-law said is," Song Huiyue patted Aunt Lin's arm, "we will go to Lushan Temple then."
Aunt Lin nodded: "When will uncle come back?"
Song Huiyue said briskly: "I sent him to Dr. Gu, and the prince has arranged for someone to pick him up."
Aunt Lin breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, uncle must have suffered."
Song Huiyue asked again: "Is Yinxiao coming?"
Li Shi smiled and said, "Don't worry about it at You Song's place."
Mrs. Xie walked at the end with little Xie Yi in her arms, and couldn't help but sigh that Song Huiyue was too sensible.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't mention the injury on his face. He had to comfort his mother and aunt, and worry about Song Qinghui and Yin Xiao. Although he was smiling, he was probably feeling more miserable than anyone else.
After entering the room, Grandma Yun served tea and fruit snacks in an orderly manner. With the hot tea, everyone's mood gradually stabilized.
Mrs. Li placed little Xie Yi on the felt on the ground. Little Xie Yi was squirting and laughing when she was teased, revealing her two deciduous teeth. Her facial features were very similar to Xie Zhou's.
However, it was difficult to climb, so I could only arch my buttocks and move forward like a worm.
Mrs. Song said to Mrs. Xie: "Living in the prince's palace is really too much. I know the prince's good intentions, but he is not married, and we are both women...but I have to ask you to help me find a house."
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Mrs. Xie nodded: "Don't worry, it's not difficult. It's better to stay here for now. Sister Yue's injury is serious. Brother Bago said that the prince has everything here and it's convenient for the doctor."
When she thought of Song Huiyue's injury, Mrs. Song felt panicked.
She wanted to take a closer look, but Song Huiyue didn't give her a chance. She kept lying on the ground and teasing the child. It wasn't until she went to bed at night and Song Huiyue leaned on the bedside to talk to her that she took a closer look.
"Does it hurt?"
Song Huiyue tucked the quilt in and turned her face to one side: "It doesn't hurt anymore. Don't worry. Your prescription has been changed. I think you added several herbs."
Mrs. Song clapped her hand: "It's okay, Mom. You can't be naughty in the palace, and don't run around. It's not good if you bump into the prince."
She sighed again: "The prince and I have never moved around, and now we have decided to stay here..."
"Once I knit something, I don't have to go out all day."
Mrs. Song coughed a few times and held Song Huiyue's hand: "Did something happen to Qinghui? Tell me. I can bear it. You don't want to bear it alone."
She couldn't figure out the prince, but she had raised Song Huiyue, and she knew that Song Huiyue was most afraid of her family being worried. The more serious the matter, the more she would pretend to be nonchalant.
If Qinghui was really okay, he would have come back long ago.
"It's okay," Song Huiyue stood up, put down the tent from the silver hook, and covered her eyes, "You can rest."