Mrs. Song had not been involved in the affairs of the government for many years. She only stayed in the Fushou Hall every day, worshiping the Buddha sincerely.
There was a scent of sandalwood inside and outside the Fushou Hall. Song Qinghuan sat in the main hall and drank a cup of tea before waiting for Aunt Kong who was next to Mrs. Song.
"The old lady is doing morning service now. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and she has to copy the Diamond Sutra and send it to the temple to be burned. The old lady said, don't wait, girl. The smell here is also strong, and the old lady knows who is filial and unfilial.
, and there is no need to show it to others."
Although he was sending a message to Song Qinghuan not to be too polite, there was also a hint of instruction in his words.
Song Qinghuan pursed her lips. Since she came here, she had only met this cheap grandmother once on her wedding day. At that time, she thought she was a very kind person, but now she thinks she is too simplistic.
"Then, I will go to pay my respects to my father first, and then I will accompany my grandmother to copy scriptures later."
Song Qinghuan said this, but Grandma Sun did not respond.
Before leaving, I couldn't help but look back and take one more look at the back hall where cigarette smoke was curling up.
I heard that Mrs. Song came from a famous family and was a arrogant and powerful person when she was young. I don't know why the Song family has fallen into this situation, but she watched helplessly and did not restrain it.
It was too early for Song Qinghuan to leave the palace. There was no traffic jam on Liuzhu Street, and it was too early for her to come to the palace.
It was a cold morning and evening in late autumn, and Song Wende wore a moon-white Taoist robe with wide sleeves and stood painting under the window.
There are several plum blossoms planted in the courtyard of Mao Shenju, and there are also various kinds of orchids growing under the corners. Looking at it from such a distance, it does have a fairy-like atmosphere.
"Dad." Song Qinghuan just entered the hospital, grinned and shouted loudly.
Hearing this, Song Wende hurriedly raised his head, then a smile appeared on his face, he put down his pen and came out of the house to welcome him: "Huan'er is back."
When Wende of Song Dynasty married Yun, he was at a very high-spirited age. Yun was a lady in the family and was proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
When Song Wende saw the beautiful scenery in the courtyard, he sighed and said, "This flower is good, that flower is good," and Yun was able to compose an impromptu poem.
The couple had always been in love with each other since they got married. Later, they had Song Qinghuan, their first daughter, and Song Wende fell in love with each other even more.
This is why Song Qinghuan has been able to get whatever he wants at home for so many years.
Although Song Qinghuan is not the same as before, Song Wende treats her well, so she also likes Song Wende.
"Dad, it's late autumn, why are you still wearing so little clothes?" Song Qinghuan stepped forward, pulled Song Wende into the house, and took the boy's official script to get Song Wende's cloak.
Song Wende put on his cloak and laughed: "My daughter is still considerate."
But after a moment, the smile stopped again: "I heard that you are making trouble in the palace these days, and you are practicing medicine to save people, but what's going on?"
The people Song Wende made friends with were all literati. Although they were not talkative, he could always hear a few words when he went out to meet friends, not to mention that Song Qinghuan's deeds were still widely spread in Beijing.
The fact that he was rewarded by the king and empress for practicing medicine to save people was a bit ostentatious, and it was normal for people to know about it and talk about it for a few words, but it could also be spread in the palace, so it was intentional.
Song Qinghuan had never asked anyone about what was going on outside, so she didn't know anything about it. But when Song Wende told her, she knew that it was the person from Yinyan Pavilion who had done something bad.
She was already very miserable in the palace, but when she returned to the Song family, she didn't want to talk about it. She smiled coquettishly and said, "People's words are scary, there is nothing to care about."
After saying that, he pulled Song Wende and said, "Dad, I brought you something good today, and it's at Mom's place." Looking at his expression again, he asked tentatively: "Dad, you and Mom have been at loggerheads for so long. , it took a long time to calm down."
Song Wende was not a womanizer, nor was he a good husband or father.
When Song Qinghuan was about to get married, the dowry was very thin, so Xiaoyun took the landscape painting from Song Wende's study that had been kept for several years without even looking at it.
Even if you don't read the calligraphy, painting, books, etc. collected by Song Wende, they are just treasures if they are left to gather dust.
Although what Xiaoyunshi sold was not his most precious treasure, it still offended him. He was so angry that he had a big fight with Xiaoyunshi and moved directly to Mao Shenju.
The Xiaoyun family manages the entire Hou Mansion, and what they deal with every day is firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. Naturally, it is different from the Yun family who does not worry about everything and lives like a fairy. In Song Wende's heart, the two sisters have been separated since their father. .
One is an immortal and the other is a mortal. Song Wende prefers the Yun family more than the Xiaoyun family.
When Song Wende heard about Xiao Yun's family, he felt unhappy and snorted: "I'm too lazy to argue with such a vulgar person like her."
"Dad." Song Qinghuan said softly: "Women in this world are very different from men. The one who is as happy as my mother is one among ten thousand people."
"My daughter originally wanted to be like a mother, but it wasn't until her daughter got married that she understood her mother's difficulties. The Hou family has a big business, and the mother has to take care of food and clothing every day, as well as take care of relationships, so there's no time left. Let's talk about those arty things."
Seeing that Song Wende's brows were a little loose, Song Qinghuan added: "It turns out that it was her fault that the mother touched her father's paintings, but the mother did it for her daughter after all. The royal palace has such a high threshold, if the daughter is too shabby , also makes people laugh."
"I, I don't blame her for pawning and selling the painting." Song Wende sighed softly. Seeing Song Qinghuan blinking and waiting for him to follow up, he felt the words stuck in his throat coming out.
Song Qinghuan didn't force him. He always took his time in everything. He pressed the matter and stopped talking about it. He just said: "Dad, I really brought you something good. When you have time, you can go to your mother's yard to get it."
"Then, I'll go there when I have time." Song Wende said uncomfortably. Although he felt that Song Qinghuan's words were somewhat reasonable, he still couldn't help but feel ashamed.
As a literary man, if he let his friends know that he sells goods for sale, wouldn't it make them laugh to death?
Qi Xiaoyun is also angry about this.
"Then I will have breakfast with my father. After breakfast, I will go to my grandmother's place to accompany her in copying scriptures." Song Qing smiled happily and did not mention this matter again.
Father and daughter had breakfast together and talked about other things before Song Qinghuan left and went to Fushou Hall.
Mrs. Song still didn't show up. Seeing that Song Qinghuan was really coming to copy the scriptures, Grandma Sun smiled and handed over the four treasures of the study.
"The old lady said that her body was weak and she would not move. If the girl is sincere, the Lord Buddha will definitely be able to see it."
Song Qinghuan also followed Grandma Sun's words and agreed with a smile.
I copied scriptures for the old lady in Fushou Hall, and had lunch here as a vegetarian meal.
Song Qinghuan had been writing all morning, and his hands were sore. After dinner, he was holding a tea bowl and was planning to take a rest. Not long after, the concierge boy hurriedly came to report.
"Old, the eldest young master was carried back to the house.
