Zhengyang is visible, and Li Hao is enlightened.

Midsummer in the capital is a good season for the kitchen to start making white porcelain plum soup.

In the Song Mansion, there were several maids with red silk ribbons tied around their waists at the door of the ancestral hall, and in the mahogany carved food box in the hand of one of them, the crushed ice clattered against the bowl.

They lined up neatly under the pedestal of the short steps and waited outside the ancestral hall of the West Garden.

"It's the last day." Song Zhixi knelt on the futon in his ancestral hall, and as usual, this was already the forty-eighth day.

That day, after waking up from a coma, she rubbed her temples vigorously to relieve her headache, and when she woke up with great thirst, it was not until she filled her stomach with a jug of water that she felt alive again.

She wasn't so stupid as to think that the person in her dreams was just her past life.

She really knows that she is not Song Zhixi.

She is a descendant of the Zhu family who is a feast for the Ming Banquet and a fake exchange.

Seeing that there was no one around, she immediately skillfully twisted out one trick after another, and her movements and gestures were the same, all in one go.

Sadly, without the slightest response, it is completely useless!

She sighed—

Time has passed, and the world has changed.

She's just an ordinary person now.

Although there was some aggrieved feeling in her heart, more than a month had passed, and she had accepted all this with peace of mind.

She figured it out.

Why not?

To tell the truth, after returning to her heart, she did not feel bitter in her heart, but was more calm and cherished.

She also wanted to thank God for his mercy and mercy, and quickly accepted her without looking back. Otherwise, if she is really unlucky, just that jujube core can choke her to death.

She hurriedly remembered the important matter of this time, and this last day could not go wrong.

Sitting on the futon honestly, she closed her eyes lightly and muttered, "Song Zhixi, although I don't know how you didn't...... But I hope you don't have the hatred of giving up, you must know that it is all due to luck, and I am also innocent......

"I feel ashamed, I really have no choice, so I asked the god operator on the street, as long as I pray for you for 7749 days, no matter where you are, you can give birth to good luck."

She sat up straight and lowered her eyes, "So, from now on, I will be Song Zhixi, as for filial piety, I will do it for you." ”

She was silent for a moment, her brows furrowed slightly.

The relatives of the Zhu family treat her very well, but for some reason, she is so inexplicably in the current situation, and she is also very annoyed......

When did it start?

Blessing to the soul, heart to wisdom. She suddenly thought of the Qionglin banquet, as if before that, it was just a continuation of memories.

Is it a spirit of virtue and a charm, or is it ...... Mountains and rivers spirit.

She didn't know how she had died, or what had happened in between.

Since she is dead, and the unique Dechong Fu that belongs to her, why does she still keep this remnant of the auspicious light feathers, and it happened to return to her hands after many years......

She can't go back to the source, what she can't do in a hurry can only go with the flow, and what can be done is only the present, she is glad and overjoyed that she is still alive.

"In the future, I will be Song Zhixi, and I will carry it forward for you, and I hope you will go well." She held her breath, raised her head and returned tears, "I wish the Ming banquet is here, goodbye." ”

She bowed three times, and then greeted Guanyin Bodhisattva, who was relieving the suffering, and happily got up and walked out of the ancestral hall with her skirt in her arms, and her steps were much brisker.

She reached out and took the food box in the girl's hand, the food box was a little heavy, she made cordyceps porridge, and made a plate of fruit platter and a bowl of crushed ice sour plum soup, which was the most nourishing and appetizing.

However, at the moment she was still panicking.

She wasn't sure, Song Yuan loved Song Zhixi so much, if she knew that it was because she took away and lost Song Zhixi...... Will Song Yuan want to strangle her immediately?

She shook out of breath, goosebumps popping up.

Most likely.

But she didn't dare to bet, and she didn't have the life to gamble.

Along the way, the ring is tinkling, the clothes are fluttering, the group passes through the hanging flower door, the wall of the arch is facing the east house, the brick carving on it is rich in content, mainly for the meaning of "auspicious", "Fulu" and other auspicious words, by the oblique bricks of the brick pasted together.

The square bricks are also carved with reliefs such as forked flowers, and the hollow place just pours out a little shade, cleverly reflecting the scene outside the hospital.

In the corridor of the hall, the housekeeper led a woman dressed as a servant to the inverted room in the front yard, Song Zhixi trembled his lower lip slightly, and stepped forward in three steps and two steps.

"Jing Niang."

The woman was stunned when she heard this, and after a few years of trance, this familiar but unfamiliar emotion haunted her, and she suddenly turned around.

Is that her...... Is it the eldest lady, Yang Jing didn't expect that the girl was really willing to call her like this again.

She was the eldest maid who once followed her wife as a dowry into the Song Mansion, and as a child of the family, she followed the surname Yang of the main family when she was a child, and gave her a Jing name.

Mrs. went early, she pity the little lady who was young and lost her family, in this Song family's mansion, if Master Song wants to marry a room to continue to straighten the strings, she and the little lady may not be able to accommodate her in the future.

Thinking of the worst possible scenario, I was especially afraid that the young lady would lack love, so as soon as Mrs. Beat was gone, she invited herself to be Song Zhixi's grandmother, and loved her heartily.

But it seems that the original feeling has been slowly lost under the polishing of time.

The girl is getting older, she has her own temperament and ideas, and she is alienated from her, but it is also due to her growth, she understands, and gradually fades out of the girl's sight.

Song Zhixi figured it out, a while before she was reborn, she was greedy and neglected the people around her, and it happened that the servants in her courtyard were enough......

Just a few days before the Qionglin banquet, she didn't listen to Jing Niang's suggestion, and followed the instigation of the Liang woman, and made fun of the girl in the Hou Mansion, and soon after, she never saw Jing Niang in her boudoir again.

She especially remembered that she was passing by the ear room that day, and happened to hear that Liang Pozi was thinking to a few rough maids:

"I see, although that Mama Jing is a nurse, she shouldn't have taken Qiao with the girl, and she dared to have a cold war with the girl at this time...... You say, was there some misunderstanding in between? ”

"Or did the slaves and maids say something wrong with the eldest girl, which made Mama Jing not very happy?"

At that time, she was still very angry when she heard it, and blamed Jingniang, "Didn't you just follow your intentions?" Why? ”

After that, Song Zhixi naturally didn't bother with her anymore.

And at this moment, as a person who understands, how can she not see these twists and turns.

What's going on?

Someone must have used a trick behind the scenes to transfer her Jingniang out of the inner courtyard.

Song Zhixi was particularly moved when she saw the familiar and close face, and she hurriedly spoke, "Jingniang, where are you going?" ”

When the housekeeper saw this, he knew that he was going to keep people, so he reached out and handed over the roster that had adjusted the regulations of various places.

Song Zhixi lowered his eyes and rolled it, closed the booklet with his bare hands and smiled, "It doesn't matter, it just so happens that my hospital is going to change people, this is properly renovated, so that the house can be warmer." ”

"Jing Niang, you settle down in the wing room first, and when I explain it, I'll arrange it for you, you can rest first, don't worry too much." Song Zhixi smiled, lifted the food box and shook it gently in front of her, and didn't forget to blink his eyes.

Jing Niang's eyes were moist and hazy.

"The girl's words are reasonable, I'll redraft a copy and make a decision for the girl as soon as possible." The steward nodded back.

……

Inside the main hall.

At this hour, Master Song will not have guests or other official arrangements, she will open the food box on the table one by one, tuck the skirt and sit down together.

"Recently, you have been so attentive, what's the problem, what kind of problem is going to give your father?" Song Yuan looked at her suspiciously, and saw that Song Zhixi was very weak-hearted.

"Dad, you know how to lose my face, I've been idle lately, why do I have to practice my craft?" Song Zhixi presented chopsticks with both hands.

"Okay, it turns out that I asked my father to try your kung fu for you, and it's okay, you can get it when you get out of the pavilion."

Song Zhixi sneered.

"Hmm...... Soon the palace may be preparing for the imperial ceremony, do you plan to attend with your father? ”

"What? Is there any happy event in the palace? Her eyes straightened, and she inadvertently remembered what she had seen at the temple during the Keju race.

"Your reaction is not right, are you willing to put down your face? Not afraid of gossip? Song Yuan didn't answer the question, he hadn't forgotten that since that day when such unbearable remarks came out in the palace, her daughter was stuffed in the room for several days in a row and didn't want to see people's aggrieved and sad look.

True.

That day in the palace, Song Zhixi sneaked into the side hall where the king of Hengchuan County was temporarily resting, and in front of the person's moonlit and clear look, she tore off her belt and half-faded her skirt.

"If it's just because of those few slanders, Zhixi is really unconvinced." Song Zhixi's left eyelid jumped, but he still replied solemnly, from his hair to his toes, as if he was full of righteousness.

She seriously reasoned, "Besides, how can there be a bit of nonsense? It's also a little family, isn't it? ”

Master Song's right eyelid jumped: Hehe.

……

In the quiet boudoir, Song Zhixi slowly walked inside and raised his hand to take off the hairpin, his toes gently swirled the skirt and swinged, and with a wave of his hand, the hairpin was firmly inserted on the yarn woven by Suihe.

"I don't feel itchy, but I still haven't changed when I think about it." Song Zhixi's eyelashes fluttered, and he could be described as happy.

The love and obsession with sleep remained unabated in the afternoon, and as soon as the beige curtain was pulled down, the boudoir was smeared with softness and warmth.

The sound of shallow breathing gradually came out, and nothing could compare to the peace at this time.

But when she woke up again at dusk, she felt like she had been abandoned by the world, just because it was dark when Jin Wuxi was sinking, and the surroundings seemed quieter......

This situation coincided with the past day, and she couldn't help but feel some palpitations.

"Panjin?"

"Panjin?"

……

"Hey, the maid is here, the girl is having a nightmare again, isn't she?"

......