However, happy times are always short-lived. Because Song Qiaoshu told her next: "Ancestral Hall, it's all my sister's negligence and forgetting to tell you." When a woman marries, she has to hand over her own needlework to her husband's family. It's too late for you to do it now. ”

Needlework? The Song Painting Temple was a little confused. It's okay for her to sew up the patient's wound with a needle, but the embroidery is ...... She really hadn't tried it.

"Alas, my mother died early, and my sister didn't even worry about you. Your marriage, I don't know how Aunt Yao is preparing, I'm afraid that she will make you a stumbling block, sister......"

Since she was a child, she has no mother to teach, and Yao will not ask her for advice from Mama Xi. Song Qiaoshu, a girl who has not left the cabinet, naturally doesn't know much about wedding-related things.

She also asked someone to find out that the girl's family had all kinds of other particularities besides waiting for the wedding day to put on the wedding dress and sit in a sedan chair and be carried away.

Remembering that her mother entrusted the Song Painting Temple to her, and she almost delayed the Song Painting Temple, Song Qiaoshu couldn't help but blame herself.

Song Huaci hurriedly comforted her, promising that she would definitely do her embroidery work well and would not lose her honor at the wedding.

But when he really picked up the embroidery needle, Song Huaci really wanted to cry.

In less than a quarter of an hour, she had been pricked by herself four times, and she had not even seen the rudiments of an auspicious cloud.

"It's okay, you've just started learning, just practice a few more times." Song Qiaoshu lay on the bed and looked at the Song Painting Temple sitting on the edge of the bed, patted her legs, and comforted her gently.

Song Huaci also didn't believe that a doctor in her dignity was so unsteady that she stabbed herself four times, she worked hard and took out the spirit of studying medical skills to treat female workers.

However, it turns out that a good doctor is not necessarily a good embroiderer, and a stable scalpel is not necessarily a stable embroidery needle. The Song Painting Temple is a typical example of this, and it is not okay to admit it.

When Huilan, who taught her, had finished embroidering three auspicious clouds, Song Painting Temple had not finished embroidering half of them, and the stitches were ...... I can't bear to look at it directly.

It was already dark outside, and the lights were lit inside. Song Huaci was accidentally pricked by a needle for the last time, and finally couldn't bear it, so he threw the brocade and embroidery needle irritably, and angrily took the medicine and wiped it on his hand.

Hui Lan sat on the side, looking at the Song Painting Temple with a needle, and she didn't know what to say. She is the best needlework among the handmaidens given by Meng Zhaoyan, and she has taught a few handmaidens to embroider before, but she has never been as difficult as teaching this eldest lady today. Seeing her tie her hands like that, she really couldn't bear to let her continue embroidering, but ......

"It's okay, it's getting late today, so it's hard to embroider again. But tomorrow morning you are not allowed to sleep in, get up early and continue to study with Huilan. Song Qiaoshu stroked Song Huaci's index finger distressedly, but she was still ruthless and let her continue to study.

What else should we do? Do you really want to give the needlework made by other women to your husband at the time of the wedding?

"Sister, do you still want to learn?" Song Huaci's brows were furrowed tightly, with a bitter face, very reluctant.

"The ancestral hall is obedient, if the embroidery work used at that time is not done by yourself, this omen is very unlucky, and the ancestral hall doesn't want his wedding to be imperfect, right?" Song Qiaoshu knew that she was unwilling, and treated her as a child to coax her.

Song Huaci felt that he was really going back more and more, and he even complained to his sister and asked his sister to coax him.

Song Huaci raised his forehead, smiled and sighed: "Okay, sister, don't worry about me, I'll just listen to you." ”

After saying goodnight, Song Huaci took Huilan back to the room.

"You explain those things to me again, and then go to sleep, I'll just practice by myself." Song Huaci sat at the table and motioned for Huilan to sit down as well.

"Miss, staying up late at night to do embroidery work, it hurts your eyes too much, why don't you listen to Miss San, get up early tomorrow and do it later." Hui Lan persuaded her worriedly.

Song Huaci shook his head, and had already picked up the needle to prepare: "The left and right are only embroidered for a few days, so it's okay." But don't tell your sister, it's not worrying her. ”

After letting Huilan go to sleep, Song Huaci sat alone under the lamp and embroidered for most of the night. It wasn't until her eyes were sour that she barely showed one, and she could only recognize it when she looked closely...... auspicious clouds.

In his previous life, the Song Painting Temple had always been regarded as a scholar, and he rarely lost in learning. But for learning to embroider women, she really felt a trace of despair like never before.

Marry someone well, what kind of embroidery do you want? The Song Painting Temple is very incomprehensible.

Throwing down the things in his hand, the Song Painting Temple couldn't stand it anymore, so he climbed into bed and went to sleep.

This night, Song Huaci dreamed in a dream that on the night of the wedding, she handed Meng Zhaoyan the embroidery work she had done with her own hands. A four-clawed python on the purse was embroidered by her, and it lost the style of a python, and its crooked body looked very weird.

Meng Zhaoyan took the purse, was furious, and left decisively on the wedding night.

Later, this is how the embroidery matter was resolved.

After Song Huaci asked about the meaning of the embroidery work, she suddenly felt that she didn't need to work so hard. She didn't point out that Meng Zhaoyan loved her wholeheartedly, so naturally she wouldn't care about these customs. However, she felt that Song Qiaoshu was very suitable.

Five days later, four days before the wedding, Song Qiaoshu was finally able to get out of bed.

Song Huaci took the embroidery work she made on the first night to show Song Qiaoshu, and then stretched out her tortured unseemly fingertips, Song Qiaoshu sighed helplessly and stopped forcing her.

"Let Huilan make the purse, and you can take it directly. If the three princes don't ask, you won't say it, the three princes do...... Just answer truthfully. ”

The weather gradually warmed up, and Song Qiaoshu and Song Huaci basked in the courtyard in the sun. But for the female workers of the Song Painting Temple, she really had a headache.

"Sister, Hui Lan is the person next to the third prince. A person like the third prince who has more heart than ordinary people, maybe he can see at a glance that the female worker was done by her. It's better for you to help me do it, sister, so it's much safer. Song Huaci said with a smile.

"How's that going to work?" Although Song Qiaoshu has a heart-to-heart relationship with the Song Painting Temple, she will still be shy when she talks about it.

"Why not? This female worker is a gift from a woman to a beloved man, and if I insist on doing it, I will lose my taste. I think it's best for my sister to do it. Sister, help me, I really don't want to do that embroidery anymore. Song Huaci grabbed Song Qiaoshu's sleeve and shook it gently, looking at her eyes sparkling, bright and not good.

"That'...... Okay, but if the third prince really asks, you are not allowed to say that I embroidered it. Song Qiaoshu had a smile on the corner of her mouth and told Song Huaci.

"I know, my sister is thin-skinned."

Song Qiaoshu is about to beat the Song Painting Temple, but she can't be too strenuous yet, just make a fuss.

On this day, Song Yuanshu, the eldest of the Song family, who was ordered by Mrs. Song to return to his hometown in Qingzhou, finally rushed back before the wedding.

Song Yuanshu and the sisters of the Song Painting Temple are not the same mother, but were born to the Liu family, the concubine of the Song Taifu, and were raised under the knees of the Lin family in the main room when they were young, and they have a deep affection for the Lin family. After Lin's death, he didn't care about the stupidity and stubbornness of the Song Painting Temple, and he loved his two sisters very much.

When my sister gets married, it is natural that my brother will go out of the house on my back. Song Ningyu is not here, he must support this face for the Song Painting Temple.

Song Yuanshu came back, saw Song Taifu, and hurried to the courtyard of the Song Painting Temple. I heard that the fourth sister's stubborn illness was cured, and she also got the reputation of "the first talented girl", and he was in a hurry to come back to see her.

Song Yuanshu entered the courtyard, and Song Huaci and Song Qiaoshu were sitting in the courtyard. When she saw him first, she immediately saluted.

Song Qiaoshu and the others looked up and saw a man in a moon-white robe, with a slightly thin body and a handsome and picturesque face, looking at them with a smile, his eyes were full of love and pity.

There is such a person as Song Yuanshu in the memory of the Song Painting Temple, but after all, it was the first time she saw her after the crossing. Treating unfamiliar people, Song Huaci has never been too affectionate, so she only looked at Song Yuanshu in a daze, feeling the kindness he exuded.

But Song Qiaoshu is different, she has grown up with Song Yuanshu since she was a child, and her feelings for this brother may be deeper than Song Ningyu, who has not been by her side all the year round.

The moment Song Qiaoshu looked up and saw Song Yuanshu, she immediately burst into a bright smile: "Big brother, you're finally back." ”

Song Yuanshu walked towards them slowly, gentle and elegant, and his son was like jade.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I didn't miss the ancestral wedding. Ancestral Hall, do you recognize your brother? Song Yuanshu stood in front of them, first touched Song Qiaoshu's hair lovingly, and then asked Song Painting Temple softly.

But if you look closely at his eyes, you will find that there is a layer of glittering brilliance, and he is so happy to see his sister return to normal that he almost cried.

Song Huaci looked at his happy and expectant gaze, just like Song Qiaoshu looked at her every time, Song Huaci couldn't bear to let him down.

Even if it's unfamiliar, so what? Song Huaci looked at Song Yuanshu's gentle eyes and smiled slowly: "Of course I remember, big brother." ”

When Song Yuanshu heard this crisp and moving "big brother", he didn't hold back, and hugged Song Huaci all of a sudden: "Ancestral Hall, Ancestral Hall, you're good, it's so good." You still know me, big brother is so happy. ”

Song Huaci was a little at a loss for a while, she didn't expect this brother to look handsome and elegant, but in fact he was so hot. was suddenly hugged, Song Huaci didn't know how to move, and looked at Song Qiaoshu like a help.

Song Qiaoshu laughed out loud and came up to rescue Song Huaci: "Brother, let's go sit in the house, the sun is getting hotter and hotter outside." ”

Song Yuanshu let go of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and when he saw her biting her lip and hanging her head, he thought she was shy, so he laughed loudly: "Big brother is abrupt, don't be angry at the ancestral hall." The eldest brother brought something for you from Qingzhou, is it okay to give it to the ancestral hall as an apology? ”

The ancestral home of the Song family is in Qingzhou, in the southwest region. And Qingzhou is rich in silver, and the silver jewelry here is also excellent. Song Yuanshu's gift to the two sisters was two sets of sterling silver head jewelry.

Song Huaci is okay, Song Qiaoshu looked at Song Yuanshu in disbelief: "Big brother, you ...... Where did you get all this money? ”

Song Yuanshu still smiled, as if he was saying something inconsequential: "The year before last, I asked a friend to set up a shop in the capital, and the profit was not bad in the past two years. My brother doesn't have any other skills, but he can still afford to buy two sets of jewelry for his sister. ”

"Big brother is in business?" Song Qiaoshu had never heard of this before, and was a little surprised. She always thought that Song Yuanshu was going to take the road of the imperial examination.

"Shinong industry and commerce, all households and hundreds of lines, although the business is the last, but I think there is infinite interest. It's just that this road is not easy to walk, so I didn't dare to tell you at the beginning. ”

Song Huaci knew that if Song Yuanshu had told everyone that he was in business earlier, and he didn't succeed in the end, then he would definitely be ridiculed, maybe she and Song Qiaoshu would be implicated. By doing so, he was not protecting them.

However, at the same time, he was also afraid that his two younger sisters would feel that their brothers were in business and their faces would be disgraced. So when it comes to this matter, although I don't care about it on the surface, I actually care very much in my heart.

For the sake of caring about them so much and considering them so much, Song Huaci felt that he should relax the heart of this elder brother: "The four characters of Shinong Industry and Commerce came from a prime minister of the previous dynasty, but the original meaning is that these four types of businesses are the foundation of the country, and they should be equally valued, but later generations misinterpreted this meaning and used this sentence as a disguise." ”

"Big brother, since you think it's infinitely interesting, let's do it, no matter what, it's always good to find something you like."

Song Painting Ancestral Hall warmly encouraged, but listening to Song Yuanshu's ears was a natural sound.

"Big brother will definitely work hard to make money so that you two can live well."

Song Huaci and Song Qiaoshu glanced at each other, although Song Qiaoshu still had a little worry and disapproval in her eyes, but when she saw that Song Yuanshu liked it so much, they both smiled.

In the next two or three days, Song Yuanshu came to them every day, bringing them delicious food and fun, and the three of them would often sit together and chat.

That afternoon, while eating the crab shell cake brought by Song Yuanshu, Song Huaci casually asked, "What kind of business does the big brother do?" ”

"Medicinal herb business. Because I happened to know a friend at the time, and he was ......."

Song Yuanshu was patiently telling the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and when he saw the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, his eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and he was very surprised and ...... Complex expressions.

Song Yuanshu didn't know why, his voice became smaller and quieter, and he didn't know what happened to the Song Painting Temple. Song Qiaoshu also looked inexplicable, glanced at Song Yuanshu, and gently pushed her: "Ancestral Hall? ”

Song Huaci was silent for a moment, looked up at Song Yuanshu, smiled very well-behaved, and his eyes were shining. If Meng Zhaoyan was also here, he would probably tell Song Yuanshu about this "sister control", and Song Huaci generally showed such an expression, which means that she has a request for you, waiting to help her solve the problem.

Song Yuanshu looked at Song Huaci so well-behaved, his heart melted, and he looked at Song Huaci with the same gentleness and waited for her to speak.

"Big brother, where is your shop open?"

"It's on the long street, and business is good."

Hearing the "Long Street", the eyes of the Song Painting Temple shone even more. Just kidding, she originally planned to discuss with Meng Zhaoyan to open a shop on Long Street to sell medicine after getting married, but she didn't expect her brother to have success here, so Song Huaci must have chosen to ask her brother for help.

"Brother, how about we discuss?"

Song Yuanshu was puzzled and didn't know what his sister wanted to do, so he said: "Ci'er, what you want to do, just tell your brother directly, I can help you with everything I can." ”

Sure enough, it's better than his own brother, neat and neat, not like a certain prince.

Song Huaci took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve and handed it to Song Yuanshu, explaining: "This medicine has not yet been named, and it has a good effect on spleen and stomach disorders caused by the change of seasons. The most important thing is that it has a very significant effect on the stomach, treating both the symptoms and the root cause. ”

Song Yuanshu was still puzzled, took a medicine bottle from the Song Painting Temple, opened the cap and took out a medicine. The texture of the pill is uniform, the workmanship is fine, and when you smell it, there is a faint fragrance, which looks like a boutique in the pill.

"Ancestral Hall, who did this?"

"Of course it's me."

Song Qiaoshu and Song Yuanshu were speechless in surprise and couldn't believe it.

Song Qiaoshu remembered something: "Ancestral Hall, during the time I was sick, the medicine ......"

"I deserve it. Oh yes, these handmaidens given by the Third Highness also know how to heal, and they have helped me. "The Song Painting Ancestral Hall is frank and unabashed.

"You ......" Song Qiaoshu wanted to speak and stopped, looking at the Song Painting Temple so anxious that she didn't know how to speak.

"Sister, big brother, you are not allowed to spread the word about my medical skills. As for where this medical book came from, my sister can only say that she learned it from the right place. Just like my big brother likes business, I like medicine and I like it very much, so I hope you can support me. ”

It was only a matter of time before she confessed to Song Qiaoshu, and Song Qiaoshu probably noticed it during this time, but she didn't ask her. And if Song Huaci wants to use the power of Song Yuanshu, he must tell him about his medical skills. Therefore, after thinking about it, Song Huaci decided to tell them.

"What is there that even my sister can't tell? Sister ......" Song Qiaoshu still wanted to ask, but was interrupted by Song Yuanshu patting her hand gently.

"Since it is inconvenient for the ancestral hall to say, there must be a last resort. And she also said that medical skills are learned from the right place, so we don't need to ask questions. Studying medicine is a good thing, and I support the ancestral hall. There was a sense of pride between Song Yuanshu's eyebrows, as if Song Huaci was happier than he was to know how to heal.

Song Qiaoshu just learned about the martial arts of the Song Painting Temple a few days ago, and today she knows that her medical skills are good. Song Qiaoshu suddenly had a feeling that she was the only one who didn't know anything.