The old farmer, seeing Liu Yichen's handsome appearance, asked in surprise. "My lord, who is this?" Liu Yichen didn't speak, just smiled.

It took a while for them to finish their work. Liu Yichen walked up to the road, rubbing the dirt in his hands and laughing. "Adults educate all people, and merit is revealed."

Yue Hanlin smiled. "Thank you, Lord for complimenting." He took Liu Yichen and them to the school together. The children wore sideburns and read aloud.

The old gentleman who taught was also very serious. The children's eyes widened as they recited the three-character scripture. It took a long time for the two to come out.

Yue Hanlin said. "In a small county, if you want the people to be literate and understand words, you will have wisdom, and naturally you will know etiquette, righteousness and shame, and you will not dare to be presumptuous."

They drove the wagon and left there. Liu Yichen looked at Song Zhiyao and said. "Yao'er, it's really good, I really didn't mistake him."

Song Zhiyao pursed her lips and said with a smile. "Xianggong has never seen the wrong person, but when he came to Yao'er, for some reason, his eyes were not working."

Liu Yichen naturally knew what she meant. "It's all gone, like the water at sunset." Pull the reins and rush to the car.

After a few more days, they came to the city gate. Song Zhiyao looked at the towering city wall and the archway of the capital, and felt a little stable in her heart.

"After a long absence from the capital, I finally came back." She just wanted to look up and look around, but Liu Yichen took a piece of pink gauze in her hand and covered her face.

Liu Yichen drove the car to Song's house. When he got to the door, he knocked heavily. "Let the old shopkeeper Song come to see me in person."

After a long time, the old shopkeeper of Song Dongwei slowly opened the door. He was older, hunched over and clutching a peachwood cane in his hand.

Liu Yichen hugged Song Zhiyao out of the carriage. "Old father-in-law, take care of Yao'er, I'll go to the imperial city and come back in a few days."

The old shopkeeper looked at Liu Yichen and said with a guilty face. "Brother Huang, the old man has caused you trouble, and the little girl will no longer delay you."

Listening to the words of the old shopkeeper, Liu Yichen said firmly. "Where, it's just me, naturally there is a way, I will never leave Yao'er."

As he spoke, he saw several familiar figures flashing outside the door. "Take your leave for now." Then he jumped and drove the carriage out of there.

The old shopkeeper saw that it was those annoying officials passing by, and hurriedly closed the door. hugged Song Zhiyao tightly. "Father, I will always protect you."

Song Zhiyao knew in her heart that this was just a temporary plan, and Liu Yichen would inevitably come to pick her up. "Father, Yao'er knows." Hold the old shopkeeper tightly.

She went into the room and saw the old mother. The corners of her eyes were full of vicissitudes of wrinkles, and her eyeballs were bloodshot with bright red.

The old mother turned around and hugged Song Zhiyao. "Yao'er, I'm finally back, don't leave here, the world is big, and there is a mother."

That kind love made Song Zhiyao unable to hold back anymore and cry whining. "Mother, Yao'er can't go out, so she just watches her mother at home."

As she spoke, she straightened up and looked at her old mother's hair. "Mother, there are a few gray hairs here, let Yao'er come up and pull them out."

The old mother bent down and bowed her head. Song Zhiyao stared at her head carefully, slowly took the tweezers, and pulled out the hair strand with a force in her hand.

She stared at her hair and chuckled softly. "Mother, this hair is curly, exactly the same as my sister's hair, and it's similar to Yao'er's."

The old mother laughed. "Yes! Yao'er, you are a piece of flesh and bone that fell from my body, where can it not be, if it is like that, you really see the hell. ”

Then, she said sadly. "It's just that the two of you are miserable, I thought I could walk ahead of the two of you."

The old mother sat on the side, twisting her knuckles and snapping. "My mother doesn't look forward to anything else, I just hope that you are good, if you can change, my mother is willing to die."

As she spoke, big tears fell from the old mother's eyes. "Yao'er, do you know your mother, how bitter your heart is, every day you wake up, I look forward to you."

Song Zhiyao looked at her old mother like this, and her heart was like colic. She stretched out her slender little hand and wiped the tears from the old mother's face little by little.

It was not easy for her to wipe away the old mother's tears. With a shy little ruddy face, he pursed his lips and quietly put it next to the old mother's ear.

"Mother, although outside, those annoying things and gossip outside, it's just Yao'er, her heart is as translucent as a mirror."

The old mother stopped talking, and only answered with a hmm. "Those gossips, my mother doesn't care, it's just that my mother always wants you to use your original name back."

Listening to the old mother's words, it was like a heavy steel plate, knocking on her heart. "Mother, that Yao'er has gone, but I'm still alive."

Although the old mother repeatedly begged her, Song Zhiyao also knew that this matter could not be helped. Once the name was changed back to the original, the reputation of the imperial court was ruined.

She comforted helplessly. "Mother, Yao'er doesn't care, it's just that people's words are terrifying, not to mention Xianggong, or a person from the heavenly family, how can it be like this."

The old mother waved her hand and just muttered to herself. "I've lived all my life, just these two little babies, and as a result, you also lost your name."

At this time, the old shopkeeper stepped forward and carried a hot soup. "It's time for the medicine." The old mother took the medicinal soup and drank it with a big gulp.

The two maids pulled Song Zhiyao into the boudoir. "Madam, my grandmother has been anxious, and some time ago, she was blind from crying."

Listening to the maid's words, Song Zhiyao was shocked. "Is that really the case?" Cold sweat broke out on her head, and her heart pounded nervously.

Another maid explained. "Thanks to the help of a divine doctor and eating a lot of herbs, my eyes have only regained my sight, but I just told you not to move."

Hearing this, Song Zhiyao also calmed down. "Fortunately, just comfort the old mother, and she won't know about the name change."

She looked out the window, and the family in the yard was busy. They were cutting cauliflowers, killing chickens, and slaughtering sheep, all busy.

Song Zhiyao breathed a long sigh of relief. "That is, when the parents are still there, if they can be filial, they will be filial, and once they are gone, it will be irretrievable."

So she walked out the door gently and patted the old mother on the shoulder. "Mother, Yao'er just now, I was joking with you, and I still used my original name."

The old mother looked up and hugged her excitedly. "I'll just say, in my life, I will leave you, and I will never let you have a foreign surname."

She comforted the old mother carefully, stretched out her little hand, gently beat the old mother's back, and soothed the joints. "Good Yao'er, it's so comfortable."

Song Zhiyao saw the old mother's relieved expression and smiled. I said silently in my heart. "Wan'er, do you see? My mother was taken care of very well. ”

In the past, he and Wan'er were always angry, but now they want to see her, even if it is for a moment, it is good to be ridiculed by her.

It's just that all of this has disappeared like a bubble. Song Zhiyao thought about it for a long time and thought about it. "If you live a day, you will be happy for a day."

At this time, the old shopkeeper came over and said with a smile. "Yao'er, it's time to eat, the steamed silver carp specially made by my father is your favorite food."

Song Zhiyao hugged her old mother and went to the dining table together. She sniffed the fresh fragrance and couldn't help but move her index fingers, drooling from the corners of her mouth.

With her chopsticks in hand, she gently peeled off the tender fish and placed it on a plate, carefully picking at the thorns. "Mother, eat quickly."

The old mother glared, opened her mouth, licked the juice with her tongue, and slowly swallowed the fish. She burped and smiled innocently like a child on her cheeks.

"In this world, how can there be such a filial girl as my Yao'er, married to the heavenly family, and she still doesn't forget her family, see how good she is to her mother."

Everyone at the table laughed together. Song Zhiyao took a handkerchief, gently wiped the fish residue on the corner of the old mother's mouth, and fed her tea.

It was a long time before the table dispersed. There was a thunderclap outside, and a light rain began to fall. Song Zhiyao helped the old mother to the room.

She spread the quilt lightly, very neatly. "Mother, Yao'er will sleep on the quilt first." She lay down under the covers, and the old mother sat cross-legged.

It wasn't until the quilt was warmed that Song Zhiyao got up and walked outside. "Mother, Yao'er sleeps next door, and if there is something, call Yao'er."

The old mother replied hoarsely. "Yao'er, my mother doesn't want anything else, so let's sleep with my mother, anyway, my mother's old bones have also buried half of the soil."

Song Zhiyao had no choice but to say. "Mother, Yao'er went out to fetch buckets of water, cleaned up the back garden, and after a while, Yao'er will come back to accompany her mother."

She grabbed the bucket and walked through the muddy garden. The rain was getting louder and louder, pouring her, and she was so wet that she couldn't help but sneeze.

Song Zhiyao walked around, and suddenly heard that something was wrong with the voice behind her. "Is anyone following me?" At this moment, a pair of large hands covered her eyes.

"Yao'er, don't worry, I'm Bai Hong." That person was Si Baihong, grabbed her hand and whispered. "I had no choice but to come here."

Song Zhiyao looked at him and smiled helplessly. "Your kung fu is even more powerful than the night cultivation sky, but it really scares me to death, what are you going to do?"

Si Baihong stared at her, and a trace of waves appeared in his heart. "I know that it is impossible, but that hateful thought is always hidden in my heart."

His feelings for Song Zhiyao are very complicated, mixed with desperate admiration, gratifying blessings, and embarrassing guilt. "My wife is overjoyed."

Song Zhiyao hid in the shade of the tree and pursed her lips. "What do those things have to do with me? It's just that your two brothers have done everything well. ”

Si Baihong looked at the familiar and unfamiliar beautiful face, and there were countless words in his heart that he wanted to say, but he was already stunned and lost.

Song Zhiyao looked at him, dazed. Shaking his head, he smiled indifferently. "Yao'er just doesn't know, whether to love or hate, it doesn't seem to be."

Si Baihong said helplessly. "I don't know that it's this heart, that evil thought, planted in my heart, and I just do my best to suppress it."

As he spoke, Si Baihong stretched out his hands and suddenly held the water flow, and the sound of water droplets rattled and slapped straight on his face, making him wet.

Song Zhiyao looked at him, and she was also distressed. "Don't be like this, you belittle yourself like this, let this girl, I don't know what to say."

In the other room, the old mother's shout was heard. "Yao'er, where are you?" The shouts echoed in the misty sky with the sound of rain.

Song Zhiyao grabbed Si Baihong and said softly. "Don't alarm the old mother, everything is easy to say, if you dare to come nonsense, this girl is welcome."

Si Baihong smiled bitterly, tears accompanied by rain, flowing from his cheeks and reaching his mouth, salty and bitter. "I'm not harassing you."

As he spoke, he grabbed Song Zhiyao's shirt and pulled it tighter. "It's just that I still want to see you again, I don't want you to understand in your heart."

Song Zhiyao listened to his words and smiled bitterly. "It's just that I have a Lord in this life, and you and I have a good fate, but it's over, and there's nothing I can do."

Si Baihong said softly. "That's it, it's just that I want to go to the temple with you tomorrow morning to worship and confess, as long as you accompany me, no one will know."

She looked at Si Baihong's sincere appearance and said softly. "This girl naturally believes you, go back quickly, the rain is very cold, I'm afraid of the cold."

Si Baihong turned around, jumped suddenly, and disappeared into the rain. She smiled wryly. "That is what it is, and this wish is over."

She wiped the dirt from her body, then walked in and looked at the old mother. "Mother, let's sleep, it's just raining outside."

The old mother rubbed her wrinkled eyes and coughed twice. "Girl, that's fine, just now, mother, I thought a thief came in."