"Do you have any grievances during the day today?" Meng Zhaoyan didn't sit down, but stood in front of her and asked.

"No ......" Song Huaci didn't expect her to ask this, so she subconsciously denied it.

"Hmm." Meng Zhaoyan nodded, and then stopped talking.

Meng Zhaoyan walked away from the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and then set his eyes on the furnishings in the Song Painting Ancestral Hall. He walked to the window and stopped, with his back to the Song Painting Temple.

Song Huaci felt that the silent scene was a little embarrassing, and she didn't quite understand why his emotions suddenly became gloomy. She felt that he didn't have to come here in the cold night, didn't she already tell him about the affairs in charge? Even if it's a question, it's not going to come at this time. The Song Painting Temple was also thinking about the purpose of Meng Zhaoyan's coming.

But Song Huaci still closed the book and put it down, stood up and walked to the table to pour tea for Meng Zhaoyan. She found a topic and said: "Although the legs of the Third Highness can stand up, they still can't withstand too much fatigue in the end. If you don't dislike it, sit down and drink the tea made by your courtier? ”

Meng Zhaoyan turned around and saw a blue and white porcelain teacup on the table. He glanced at the Song Painting Temple and walked over, but did not sit down.

"Are you wondering, why did this king come here late at night?" Meng Zhaoyan picked up the teacup, but did not drink it.

"Yes."

"Did that come up with the result?"

Song Huaci frowned slightly, not knowing how to answer. She always felt that Meng Zhaoyan was a little strange when she spoke today, but she couldn't explain what was strange.

"Song Painting Temple." Meng Zhaoyan suddenly raised her voice and called her name, and her tone was very serious: "This king tells you that the people of the Three Princes' Mansion have never been bullied, and they can still be treated as if it never happened." She had the audacity to poison you, only to let her kneel and pass? It doesn't make sense! ”

Does this mean that she is weak and deceitful, and her heart is not ruthless enough? Song Huaci felt a little complicated, and felt that this third prince must be crazy, and actually came to teach his fiancée in the middle of the night to boldly fight back against the bully her.

"Your Highness! The courtiers are the daughters of the Song Mansion, and the courtiers have to live well in the Song Mansion until they get married. Do you want your new wife's dowry to be withheld, and the little is not enough to support the façade? Song Huaci also put away his smile and explained to him seriously.

Meng Zhaoyan understood.

The meaning of the Song Painting Temple is that if someone wants to put her to death, she may not swallow this breath. It's just that she thinks that it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and it's not too late to liquidate what she should take, and it's also a character who doesn't suffer losses.

But Meng Zhaoyan still asked: "Just because of that dowry, it's worth your patience?"

Song Huaci heard his faint ridicule, and suddenly became angry. She never thought of making Meng Zhaoyan fall in love with her, at most, she just hoped that the two would be harmonious and live in peace after marrying. As long as others don't mess with her, Song Huaci will naturally not mess with others. But what is going on with Meng Zhaoyan's tone of hating iron but not steel?

"Or else? Could it be that you let your courtiers carry boxes of stones to marry the prince's mansion? ”

"Won't you tell this king?" Meng Zhaoyan was also angry, and the two had a tendency to quarrel.

?“ Tell you? This noble girl in the capital, which marriage still requires the other party to pay a dowry? The courtiers really don't have the face to talk to you. "The Song Painting Temple was simply angry with Meng Zhaoyan.

Hearing this, Meng Zhaoyan smiled slowly with a triumphant look: "This king doesn't want you to speak, your dowry, this king has done it." In the future, you are not allowed to endure like that. ”

Song Huaci looked at Meng Zhaoyan, who was calm and relaxed, not at all like the gloomy and annoyed just now, took a deep breath, and felt that Meng Zhaoyan must have used the wrong medicine, and the brain circuit was abnormal. In this era, the man is still allowed to give a dowry?

"The courtiers thank Your Highness for your kindness, but this is not in line with the rules, please don't take it seriously." Song Huaci refused.

"But this king has already taken it seriously, so let it be. If you really feel ashamed, answer this king's question. Meng Zhaoyan talked to her about the conditions.

It turned out that she had been waiting for her here for a long time? Song Huaci simply wanted to pull Meng Zhaoyan over for a craniotomy. Where the hell did she agree to ask for his dowry!

Song Huaci took two steps back, knelt in front of Meng Zhaoyan and said, "Your Highness! Although the courtiers are not talented, they will never think about things that should not be mine, but they should be mine, and no one should think about moving. This dowry, the courtiers will be safely brought to the Three Princes' Mansion, and the courtiers implore you to take back your fate! ”

Meng Zhaoyan admired the independence and openness of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and felt that this kind of Song Painting Ancestral Hall had its own light and was particularly attractive. However, his original purpose was not a dowry, he has done so much, it is time to get to the point, right?

"Well, since you say so, this king will not force you. Then you must accept this, and you can't shirk it. ”

Song Huaci looked at the necklace in Meng Zhaoyan's hand that exuded a fragrant medicinal smell, and his eyes lit up. On this chain, there is a small round ball, and the sharp eyes of the Song Painting Temple can see that this small ball can be opened and closed, and the smell of medicine is emitted from it.

With Song Huaci's understanding of medicines, she could naturally feel the preciousness of this pill necklace. Today, he was provoked by Meng Zhaoyan's teasing several times, and he wanted to get rid of his Song Painting Temple like this, and he couldn't help but be tempted by the necklace.

Meng Zhaoyan was relieved when he saw her moved, knowing that he had made the right bet. The Song Painting Temple is really obsessed with medicine.

"What, don't? See for yourself how many times you have rejected this king today, and no one in this king cares about you. This, you have to want. Meng Zhaoyan preemptively made up his mind.

Song Huaci pinched himself with his fingernails to force himself to stay awake. She carefully recalled every word Meng Zhaoyan had said since she came over today, only to realize that he had really been digging a pit for her, maybe waiting, just to finally let her accept this thing.

After thinking about it, Song Huaci returned to her calm appearance. She raised her head and said to Meng Zhaoyan, "That courtier dares to ask Your Highness, what do you want to know from the courtier?"

"This king wants to know, why are you so obsessed with medicine?" Meng Zhaoyan asked without hesitation.

After listening to it, the Song Painting Temple didn't think there was anything wrong with this problem. Meng Zhaoyan was able to ask like this, and he was already very polite to her.

To tell the truth, the Song Painting Temple wanted this pill, and the question was not very difficult, so he replied: "The courtiers have been suffering from stubborn diseases since they were children, and they are not favored in the Song Mansion, so their health is not very good. The courtiers also had a sister-in-law, who was often sick when she was a child. Therefore, at that time, the courtiers thought that if they had the opportunity in the future, they must go to study medicine, so that they and their sisters would no longer be tortured by illness. ”

Song Huaci glanced up at Meng Zhaoyan, and saw that he was listening carefully, so he continued to find a way to make up the reason: "Not long ago, I was on an outing, and I accidentally met an old doctor who walked the rivers and lakes. He said that I had good bones and high understanding, so he asked me if I would like to be his apprentice. Naturally, I was willing, and then I got a little bit of a lesson from him. Your Highness, the courtiers have finally learned medical skills, so they always want to learn better, this is also human nature, right? ”

"You are right, and the king knows. This pill is called 'Hundred Poison Powder', which can cure hundreds of poisons, so you don't have to worry about it on weekdays, you can hang it on your body, and you can also avoid some poisonous insects. When it's time to use it, open the box and take it orally. Meng Zhaoyan explained the usefulness of the hundred poison powder to the Song Painting Temple, and reached out to hand her the necklace.

Song Huaci didn't take it immediately, but frowned lightly and asked, "This chain was originally owned by His Highness, right?"

"No, this king has another one." Meng Zhaoyan replied calmly and calmly.

He lied without blinking his eyes: "This king will not put himself in a desperate situation with no way out, you can rest assured that this medicine is."

After hearing this, Song Huaci no longer shirked, and after thanking Meng Zhaoyan, he happily accepted the necklace, and decided not to worry about what happened to Meng Zhaoyan for the time being.

In fact, now, the Song Painting Temple has also understood Meng Zhaoyan's intentions.

He actually wanted to give her a hundred poison powder, but he was afraid that he would not accept it with her personality, so he tried to say something from the dowry and let her reject him once. In this way, she will not be able to shirk it anymore. So how could she blame Meng Zhaoyan?

Meng Zhaoyan sent things out, and the purpose of this trip was mostly achieved. Now that people have seen it, questions have been asked, and the medicinal effect of Fulongsan is almost up, it is time for him to go. Although that question, there are still many doubts in the answer of the Song Painting Temple.

"Well, it's not too early, it's time for the king to go. You should also hurry up and rest, and you are not allowed to read any more. Meng Zhaoyan saw that Song Huaci was holding the necklace and looking at it carefully, so it looked like he was going to continue studying it after he left, so he couldn't help but admonish.

"Yes. Three Highnesses be careful on the road, you ...... yourself Can you get out? Song Huaci looked at the dark night outside the window, and then looked at Meng Zhaoyan's legs, which might not last long, and was a little worried.

"Don't worry, this king has his own way." Meng Zhaoyan looked at the concerned expression of the Song Painting Temple, and his heart warmed.

The Song Painting Temple saw Meng Zhaoyan jumping at the same time as opening the window, and with the time it took for the window to close, the whole process took less than a second. And at the same time, he instilled internal force into his hands, and there was no sound when the window was opened. No wonder the Song Painting Temple didn't find any traces of Meng Zhaoyan coming in just now.

Song Huaci comforted himself and said: "Forget it, the skills are not as good as others, and it is useless to be jealous, let's practice hard tomorrow."

Turning his gaze back to the necklace in his hand, Song Huaci couldn't wait to open the small ball, and a black pill was lying quietly inside.

So Meng Zhaoyan's instructions have completely become decorations. Song Huaci immediately found a small knife, and without even internal force, he easily cut out a small piece from the pill as a research sample.

The medicine that can make His Royal Highness go on a special trip will definitely not be ordinary. Song Huaci made up his mind that he would try to make a copy of the formula of this medicine, and maybe he could sell it for money in the future.

So, the Song Painting Temple began to concentrate on studying pills, consulting books from time to time, and staying up until dawn again before falling asleep.

When Song Qiaoshu came to see her, her image of snooze in her sister's heart became even stronger.

Since that night, Meng Zhaoyan has never been seen in the Song Painting Temple. During this time, the Yao family and Song Zhiyao were very peaceful, and there were no incidents. Of course, Mrs. Song only instructed Yao's wedding not to make mistakes, and did not ask her again. The Song painting ancestral hall is at ease.

After a while, the Song Painting Temple finally developed the formula of the hundred poison powder, and finally got a good night's sleep.

It's a pity that the heavens didn't fulfill people's wishes, and Song Qiaoshu came to wake her up early the next morning, looking at her sleepy eyes, and said helplessly: "You have to get me up today." Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and every yard in the province must get up early to prepare dumplings. If you lie in bed again, let the big sister tell your father where to go, and you have good fruit to eat. ”

Song Huaci, who couldn't wake up, was simply an angry little lion, she sat up from the bed all of a sudden, and said irritably: "Song Zhiyao Song Zhiyao, she finally settled down for a while, what is she looking for!"

"The last time you made her kneel for a day, she fainted when she got up. Although Ann has been a little bit apart, she hasn't been staring at you lately, looking for your fault. ”

Song Qiaoshu persuaded her softly: "For the New Year, you should get up obediently and don't let her make trouble." Obedient. ”

Song Huaci rubbed his hair irritably, and called Qijuan to come in and prepare to freshen up. With a wake-up voice that had just woken up, he whispered, "It's as if she won't be in trouble if I get up on time."

Song Qiaoshu laughed "poof", and looked at the Song Painting Temple like a child with pity. She thought: Now it would be good. She now has nothing else to ask for in the Song Painting Temple, she only hopes that the Song Painting Temple can always be as simple and happy as a child.

It snowed all night last night, and the world outside the house was already covered in snow. The thick snow bent and still stood tall in the middle of winter, and the green pines and cypresses fell to the ground, making a "snapping" sound, which was particularly beautiful in the silence of the early morning.

Song Huaci sat at the dining table, looking at the pure and simple scenery outside, feeling peaceful in his heart, and getting up very reluctantly in the morning became much more comfortable.

Meng Zhaoyan gave a lot of New Year's gifts to the Song Painting Temple early. The person who came had a smile on his face, and kept saying that this gift was personally selected by the third prince.

Song Huaci calmly accepted the gift and gave him a reward, and took the prescription she prepared to treat Meng Zhaoyan's insomnia as a return gift and let the little servant take it back.

But as soon as Song Painting Temple thought of making dumplings with Yao's mother and daughter and Song Taifu and eating Chinese New Year's Eve dinner today, Song Painting Temple felt that there was no good mood.

Lin An in the previous life was an orphan who had never enjoyed family affection, and naturally had never spent Chinese New Year's Eve with his family. If the people in the Song Mansion who are related by blood to the Song Painting Temple are considered relatives, this is the first time that Lin An has spent the New Year with his relatives.

However, is Mrs. Song counted? If you don't be with the person you love, what kind of year is it called?

Song Huaci supported his chin with his left hand, and stirred the porridge in the bowl with his right hand.

Thinking about it, she suddenly sat up straight, her eyes sparkling at Song Qiaoshu and said, "Sister, it's better for me to panic today and say that I am not feeling well, I really can't go out, you come and take care of me after you hear about it." Then let's put off all activities and celebrate the New Year behind closed doors, shall we? ”

Although Song Qiaoshu was also very reluctant to spend Chinese New Year's Eve with Yao, she did not dare to think about pretending to be sick. Now that Song Huaci said it, Song Qiaoshu was a little moved, but she still had some concerns: "Isn't this okay?" What if I find out? ”

"I'm not in good health, everyone knows it. I guess my dad is annoyed when he sees me now, so we make excuses not to go to just make him less blocked. Besides, she hasn't seen me for so long, Song Zhiyao will definitely have trouble tonight, why should I send it to her to find trouble? The more Song Huaci thought about it, the more feasible it felt, and a pair of dark and smart eyes looked at Song Qiaoshu fixedly, just waiting for her to nod and say okay.

Song Qiaoshu bit her lip lightly, and asked uncertainly, "Can it really work?"

Song Huaci nodded vigorously, with a look of affirmation.

Song Qiaoshu showed a little joy at this time, and also looked at the Song Painting Temple and nodded lightly. Seeing that she agreed, Song Huaci's eyes were bent into a small moon with a smile, and he hurriedly instructed Qi Juan to "ask for leave" from Mrs. Song, and by the way, go to the kitchen to get dumpling wrappers and meat filling.

After Mrs. Song agreed, the outside affairs had little to do with them. The Song Painting Temple closed the small courtyard, closed the door to thank the guests, and happily entertained himself in the courtyard with Song Qiaoshu.

I have to say that the Song Painting Temple is now becoming more and more lively in front of Song Qiaoshu. In other words, the Song Painting Temple was originally cheerful and bright, but it was too early to feel the warmth and coldness of human feelings, so it had its own protective color.

For those who are not good to her, she will be sharp and cold, but for those who are really good to her, she may be able to give everything she has. And Song Qiaoshu is undoubtedly the person who has been with her for the longest time in this world and treats her best, Song Huaci understands in his heart.

She had already decided that Song Qiaoshu had taken care of her for the first ten years, and in the second half of her life, she would take care of Song Qiaoshu. Sister will be her responsibility for the rest of her life.

Song Huaci doesn't know how to make dumplings, and his eyes are black when he picks up the dumpling skin. Fortunately, her predecessor couldn't do it, so she asked Song Qiaoshu to teach her little by little.

She was crooked at first, and she couldn't bear to look at it. However, she relied on her strong learning ability, and later the quality of the dumplings gradually improved, and the speed also accelerated, which was praised by Song Qiaoshu.

Song Huaci took advantage of Song Qiaoshu's inattention, and put a washed copper coin into the dumplings, and then continued to wrap it with a smile and pretending to be casual. Song Qiaoshu looked at her fox-like smile and was confused.

It wasn't until she ate the dumplings wrapped with copper coins at night that she understood the little trick of the Song Painting Temple, and covered her mouth helplessly listening to the Song Painting Temple playfully saying in the orange warm light, "My sister has eaten the copper coin, and she will definitely have good luck in the New Year".

During the day, the Song Painting Temple pulled Song Qiaoshu to hang peach charms together, make dumplings, and kneel in the snow under the pine to pray for the New Year.

They had to keep the New Year in the evening, but they had nothing to do when they had finished eating. Song Painting Temple, Song Qiaoshu and their respective maidservants sat in a panic.

There are no televisions or computers here, and the only way for the ancients to pass the time is to enjoy the flowers, the moon and the snow.