Song Jinfu didn't say a word.

The feeling of powerlessness that had been suppressed in his heart for many years was almost about to destroy him.

At this moment, the door of the house was suddenly pushed open from the outside, illuminating a room of gloom.

Immediately afterwards, a group of maids poured in Hulala.

They held thick quilts in their hands, fine fruit wood charcoal, thick winter coats made of Shu brocade, and mink blankets spread on the ground, and placed them neatly with their hands and feet.

Before Song Jinfu and Aunt Fang could react, the maids renovated the house.

Feet on the heavy and warm mink blanket, the fruit charcoal released a thick heat in the stove.

The original ice cellar-like house was instantly warmed into spring.

Subsequently.

Song Zhao broke into the sight of the two with his skirt.

She was dressed in a fox fur, and her little face was delicate and pink.

The posture is graceful, and the lips are long.

Song Jinfu was slightly stunned, and his cold body gradually warmed up.

He stepped forward in surprise, his eyebrows as warm as ever, "Little sister, these ...... You arranged it? ”

Song Zhao held the soup woman in his hand, and his voice was soft, "Third brother, the second uncle and the second aunt returned home today, and the subordinates must have rushed to take care of the main building." I specially brought someone over to set up the Aromatic Pavilion, and then greeted Aunt Fang. ”

"The slave has seen the second girl Song." Aunt Fang saluted in confusion.

She looked at the room full of valuables, scared and panicked,

"Where do slaves and maids use such good things, it must be what Brother Fu said to Second Miss Song, Second Miss Song don't listen to Brother Fu'er's broken rules."

Song Zhao helped her up, and his eyes were like autumn water, with a smile in his eyes, "Aunt Fang, you are the biological mother of the third brother, and you are my elder, you don't have to be so polite, just call me Zhaozhao." ”

Aunt Fang dared to scream.

As a concubine, she is a little taller than a slave, and in front of a concubine like Song Zhao, she is just a slave.

Aunt Fang was used to being cautious, and said with low eyebrows, "Second Miss Song lifts up, and the slave and maid deserve it." ”

Song Jinfu stood to the side, his face pale.

When the little sister saw her mother groveling like this, he felt very uncomfortable.

Song Zhao was generous and said with a smile, "Aunt Fang's words are wrong, you are a legitimate aunt in the house, a member of the Song family, but you are just a little bit of food and clothing, these are the rights and interests you should enjoy." ”

Aunt Fang shrunk her neck and suddenly coughed hard.

Song Zhao immediately patted her on the back, and inadvertently pressed on a few specific acupoints, and when Aunt Fang stopped coughing, Song Zhao poured a cup of hot water for her, and said thoughtfully, "Aunt Fang has been coughing for more than three months, right?" ”

Aunt Fang looked at Song Zhao in surprise, her expression said it all.

Song Zhao's eyebrows were crooked, and he said, "I know a little bit of medical science, if I am not mistaken, Aunt Fang's cough should be left by too much cold water on weekdays." ”

Aunt Fang's eyes dodged, and she didn't dare to say anything.

She was privately tortured by the Lan family, and she washed the Lan family night and night in Chang'an, and her health became worse and worse.

If Lan didn't say it, Song Zhao could guess it.

Song Jinfu was even more embarrassed.

He is Aunt Fang's son, and he should protect his mother.

But the most painful sister saw his cowardly appearance that he couldn't even protect his mother.

Song Zhao didn't force him to ask, and then said, "Aunt Fang's health is so poor, it must be because the maid is not good at serving."

I'll replace the maid in your yard, replace it with a sensible one for you, and leave everything to the maid to do in the future. ”

Aunt Fang was stunned.

The maids in her yard were all Lan's eyeliner......