It was because of these eyeliners staring at her all day that she was cautious, for fear that she would be hated by the Lan family if she did something wrong, and Song Jinfu would be affected.

Now that Song Zhao has come forward to change these eyeliners, Aunt Fang is really relieved.

Her eyes were red, and she said gratefully, "Let Second Miss Song bother so much, the slave really doesn't know how to thank you." ”

Song Zhao said crisply, "If Aunt Fang really wants to thank me, hurry up and take care of your body, and don't make such compromises in the future." The third brother is now on duty in Dali Temple, and he has a lot of social interactions every day, if Aunt Fang can't be mentally decent, it will also attract bad gossip to the third brother. ”

Aunt Fang was ashamed.

She is used to being careful, but she is not as transparent as the younger generation thinks. It's good to just care about being able to settle down, but forgetting what you do will make Brother Fu unable to raise his head.

Thinking of this, Aunt Fang looked at Song Jinfu guiltily.

I was also more grateful to Song Zhao for reminding her that she could stop the loss in time.

She coughed lowly, "What Second Miss Song said is that the slave maid will pay attention to it in the future." ”

The curvature of Song Zhao's eyes raised, and he said softly, "I like Aunt Fang's knitting scarf very much, when Aunt Fang's body improves, can you weave another one for me?" ”

Aunt Fang's face was overjoyed, she was very flattered, and then responded in a succession, "Okay, good, Miss Song wants as much as you want." ”

She used to humbly please everyone in the house, but no one took her seriously.

As a result, she felt very inferior in her heart, and once felt that she was redundant.

At present, Song Zhao took the initiative to get close, and between his words, he regarded her as his own, but it made Aunt Fang have a sense of steadiness, and she felt that she was also needed.

Then.

Song Zhao prescribed a prescription for Aunt Fang's cough again, and asked the people to take good care of Aunt Fang.

Song Jinfu sent Song Zhao out and said in a low voice, "Thank you, little sister." ”

Song Zhao raised his head, the apple cheeks could be blown and broken, and his smile was sweet, "It's all a family, why should the third brother be so polite."

I know that the third brother, as a man, can't meddle in the affairs of the back house.

If there is such a trivial matter in the future, the third brother will come to me to deal with it. ”

Song Jinfu is delicate.

Why can't I feel it, the little sister obviously felt his embarrassment, so she used this way to comfort him.

She was indirectly telling him that she didn't think he was cowardly.

As a concubine, Song Jinfu's pressure is heavier than that of his two brothers.

The mother is cowardly and timid, always puts her position very low, and Song Jinfu, who is also affected, has a very low self-esteem in her heart, and always feels incompatible with the Song family.

Therefore, he has been studying hard since he was a child, wanting to stand out and let everyone see that even if he is a concubine, he can live a wonderful life.

But since ancient times, the concept of the door is like a mountain, no matter how hard he tries, he can't shake it.

It was only when he faced his little sister that he felt that he was respected.

My heart is sore and swollen, and my eyes are slightly red.

Song Jinfu's throat rolled hard, and his warm voice mixed with sand said, "Okay." ”

*

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

The girl's big sword brushed gently on the bluestone path, stained with the slight coolness of the cold winter night.

Song Zhao carried the lantern back to Zhaoyang Courtyard, and as soon as he stepped into the threshold, he saw Song Jingen's slightly trembling figure standing under the corridor.

He had obviously been here for a long time, his face was slightly pale from the cold, and his hands were in his sleeves.

Seeing Song Zhao, his eyes lit up, and he walked forward, his voice low and magnetic, "Little sister, I'm waiting for you." ”

Song Zhao wondered, "It's so cold, why don't you wait in the house?" ”

Song was stunned.

He was afraid that Song Zhao would mind, so he didn't dare to move around at will.

But looking at Song Zhao's unmindful appearance, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Huh."