Pain, splitting headache, Gu Yuyin opened his eyes:

I'm not... Is it dead?

I remember the big knife in the afternoon execution ground under the bright sun, the coldness that touched the back of the neck, the gushing blood, the real feeling of death, and where is the situation now.

"Dead girl isn't dead!?" There was a mean-spirited curse from a middle-aged woman outside the house, and there was no real concern when she woke up last time she pushed the door in, and now it was a direct curse from pushing open the door.

"Dead girl, I went to the Buddhist temple and fell on my Juntong." Mrs. Pei has a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, only half a year older than Song Hibiscus, which makes how can she not hate Song Hibiscus when she sees Song Hibiscus later, Song Hibiscus looks very bewitching like her mother, as if she is always mocking her husband for stealing other women while she is pregnant.

Although Song Jin is angry, but Aunt Wan is not, she pins all her hopes on this daughter, so many years, she has not been able to give birth to a son and a half daughter to Song Jiaqing, compared to Mrs. Pei's pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, if it is not for her outstanding appearance, I am afraid that Aunt Wan will not be able to enter this noble door.

Mrs. Pei's son, who is also the son-in-law of this house, Song Zi'an, is seventeen years old, and is the deputy general in the army. daughter Song Juntong, seventeen years old like a flower and jade, is not as comfortable as her eldest brother, but she is very similar to Mrs. Pei's temperament, and she is naturally difficult for Song Jin.

That's the case at the moment.

Song Jin and Song Juntong will go to Yuncang Temple on the fifteenth day of each month to incense, on the way back, Song Juntong said that his handkerchief fell in the temple, and he wanted Song Jin to take it, the mountain road is difficult to walk, and at this moment it is already halfway up the mountain, and it is indispensable to go back and forth for half a day, Song Jin will definitely miss the time, and I wanted to refuse, but Song Juntong's arrogant tone revealed disdain:

"My handkerchief, but it was given to me by the prince of Zhennan Hou Shizi."

"Oh, eldest sister, does this mean that she and Ying Gongzi have made a private agreement for life?" The original Song Jin was not a bully, so he naturally choked back.

The voice was not low, Song Juntong looked around, and hurriedly stomped his feet and said:

"I don't care, you're going to get it for me."

"What if I don't want to." Song Jin, who was dressed in red, faced the sun, neither humble nor arrogant.

It looks so good-looking, even Song Juntong, who wanted to get angry, was stunned for a while, but he quickly reflected, snatched the coachman's whip, waved it directly at Song Jin's face and said:

"Are you going or not?"

When Song Jin was still young, he was quietly beaten by Song Juntong secretly many times, and he had an instinctive reaction, raised his hand and held the whip, his palms were hot and painful, and Song Jin gritted his teeth and persevered.

The horse pulling Song Juntong on the side was frightened, raised the horse's hooves high and rushed straight, Song Juntong couldn't dodge and was knocked over, and Song Jin also fell to the side because the whip was still attached.

After struggling to get up, Song Juntong's horse fell down the cliff road with the carriage.

Song Juntong didn't wait for Song Hibiscus to react, so he stepped directly into Song Hibiscus's carriage and drove away.

Song Jin walked alone until midnight before knocking on the door of the house.

Coincidentally, it was Song Juntong who passed by with the maid Ling'er, looked at Song Hibiscus who was in a mess, changed into a new handkerchief to cover his mouth, and screamed:

"Oh my God, good sister, what are you doing here?!"

The house was suddenly lit up.

Song Jiaqing walked out of the room where Aunt Wan was at the time, and scolded dissatisfiedly in her clothes:

"What's the fuss?"

"Father, I saw that my sister was not returning for a long time, so I was waiting at the door, but I was shocked when I saw my sister like this."

After walking halfway up the mountain, and walking all the way back to the city from the suburbs, it was naturally unkempt and unspeakable at the moment.

"What are you doing so late?" Song Jiaqing was naturally angry when he saw Song Hibiscus like this, and he lost face.

"Father." Song Jingang wanted to speak, but was intercepted by Song Juntong:

"Father, my sister may have something important, I beg my father to forgive my sister this time."

Song Juntong will always be like this, and he will hide everything without leaking, and naturally, Song Jiaqing saw Song Juntong's sisterly affection, and then looked at Song Jin's appearance, anger came from it, and said:

"You go to the ancestral hall for me to kneel for a good night, and learn from your sister!"

After saying this, Song Jiaqing also gathered his shirt and walked away.

At this moment, it was still the middle of winter, and Song Jin's cloak was also lost on the carriage, and the dehydration and weakness along the way made it difficult for her to support enough strength to justify, after the onlookers retreated, Song Juntong also came to Song Jin's side with satisfaction, leaned close to her ear and said:

"Good sister, learn from me."

Song Jin was furious, and pushed Song Juntong to the ground with all his body, and the maid wanted to step forward to avenge her master, but was stopped by Song Juntong.

"Ah, Miss, your hand is bleeding!" Li'er exclaimed when she saw the inconspicuous scar on Song Juntong's hand.

"It's okay, let's go back." Song Juntong rarely held back this breath, looked at Song Jin's departing back and sneered:

Tomorrow, you just wait.

The ancestral hall is cold, few people visit, Song Ming Ye is a concubine, she is bullied a lot in the house, and even with the girl is only a promise, afraid of Song Juntong, Song Juntong was charged with not looking down on her own lady, and she was also punished in the backyard, although Song Jiaqing was angry with Song Jin, she still liked Aunt Wan's face, and turned back to Aunt Wan.

Poor Aunt Wan, although she cares about her daughter, she confirms that she has to comfort her angry husband at this moment, and her aunt's identity makes her unable to say anything, very humble.

Early the next morning, the housekeeper who passed by the ancestral hall went to the study and shouted:

"Master, oh no, master!"

Song Jiaqing, who was writing the recital, shook his pen, looked at the ink-stained paper, and couldn't help frowning and said:

"What's the matter, what kind of system is yelling about?!"

The middle-aged fat body of the housekeeper trembled, kneeling at the door, and there was a slight tremor in his voice:

"Second Miss, Second Miss fainted in the ancestral hall."

Song Jiaqing thought of the weak appearance of Song Jian last night, and then went to the ancestral hall to kneel for a night, and it was normal to faint, and replied:

"When I got back, I carried it back to the room and called the doctor in the house to take a look, why is this so?!"

The housekeeper's next words made Song Kaqing's pupils widen:

"Second Miss, Second Miss, Second Miss, Second Miss, she doesn't seem to have a snort."

The housekeeper saw Song Hibiscus fainting on the ground for the first time, still wearing yesterday's red dress, which was particularly conspicuous against the backdrop of the emerald green of the ancient trees, so he stepped forward and shouted to someone to carry Song Hibiscus back, but unexpectedly found that Song Hibiscus's body was cold, and when he looked again, he was out of breath, so he was in a hurry and stumbled into the study.

"Ridiculous!" Song Jiaqing said loudly, and then put a strand of his clothes, and walked directly to the ancestral hall across the threshold.

At this moment, in the ancestral hall, the people surrounded Song Jian who fell to the ground, and no one just stepped forward, but fortunately, they were waiting for Song Jianqing's arrival.

The housekeeper followed Song Jiaqing all the way to the ancestral hall, Song Jiaqing looked at Song Jian who fell to the ground, and his eyes swept to the people who did not dare to come forward, and said:

"Are they all dead, won't the doctor be called if the young lady faints?"

"Called, called the doctor." The housekeeper said slightly in the back, a man wearing a bronze robe and carrying a medical bag stood up, about forty-five or sixteen years old, at this moment, when he saw Song Jiaqing angry, he was even more afraid, and knelt down directly and said:

"Old old old man, I just played Miss's pulse, very, very weak, I may not be able to return to the sky!"

"Presumptuous!" Although Song Jiaqing likes Song Jian as much as he likes Song Juntong, but in the end it is his own daughter, Song Jinqing's situation in the house Song Jiaqing is naturally clear, but he just turns a blind eye on weekdays, if he really dies like this, I am afraid that he will not be able to escape the charge of "abusing his daughter", which is even more unfavorable to his official career, and this is the key, he will never allow any accidents to happen at this time.

"You stand up!" Song Jiaqing looked at the kneeling court doctor Dr. Zhou and said, "Give me a good pulse recheck." ”

He didn't believe it, and he couldn't believe it, so Song Hibiscus went like this.

Doctor Zhou knew in his heart that the pulse would be the same ending again, but he still couldn't resist Song Jiaqing's insistence, and through the scarf, he reached out with his hand, unexpectedly, the pulse was strong, and he couldn't help shouting again and again:

"There's a pulse, there's a pulse!"

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially Song Jiaqing, suppressed the joy in their hearts, and said to the housekeeper:

"Find two people, send the second lady back, and Dr. Zhou will take care of it."

Then he said to the others onlookers: "Today's farce is over, you see that the master is injured like this, it seems that Steward Tang is doing well!" ”

When Steward Tang heard this, he was shocked into a cold sweat behind his back, and said again and again:

"Yes, yes, I will discipline them well, sir, this kind of thing will never happen again."

got the answer he wanted, Song Kaqing brushed his sleeves away, and left Steward Tang in the ancestral hall lobby and said:

"Why don't you send the second lady back soon? Do you have to sit down and be a dead man? ”

Song Jin was carried onto a stretcher, and a group of people walked towards the plum garden, and Steward Tang looked at their scattered backs, and couldn't help but be surprised:

This old man has always disliked the second lady, why did he look very anxious just now.

I couldn't figure it out, so I gave up thinking, and the ancestral hall, which had been lively for a while, became deserted again because of the departure of the visitors.