"Yes." It seems that she didn't expect that with the character of the Song Painting Temple, she could say that she would take a day off, and she was puzzled but still obeyed the arrangement of the Song Painting Temple.

Song Huaci returned to the room and couldn't wait to open the package. The first thing that caught my eye was not the medicinal materials, but the medical books - Meng Zhaoyan mentioned the medical books to be shown to the Song Painting Temple in the afternoon.

"Treatise on Medicine and Miscellaneous Diseases", "Materia Medica", "Nongxi Baicao", ......" muttered to the Song Painting Temple, looking through these supposedly precious books one by one.

But since the Song Painting Temple opened the first book, its eyes lit up, as if a lake that had dried up for several years was suddenly injected into a steady stream of clear springs.

"Where did Meng Zhaoyan get so many good books?" Song Huaci shook his head and sighed while watching, admiring Meng Zhaoyan's intimate behavior. In one day, her favorability towards this future partner had been refreshed several times.

The Song Painting Temple read tirelessly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Some places are quickly skipped, others are stopped for deep thought. She found that with her professionalism and medical literacy, there were some things in this book that she could not understand at once.

Time passed slowly in her thoughts, and the Song Painting Temple was immersed in knowledge and couldn't extricate herself, and the original medicinal materials of the main owner, the Song Painting Temple had obviously completely forgotten it, so of course, she didn't know that Meng Zhaoyan had added some rare medicinal materials to her in addition to the medicinal materials she wanted.

After Song Huaci finished reading the first book "Materia Medica", she looked up at the sky outside that was gradually turning a little white, and a few rays of golden light were looming, only to find that she had sat here all night.

Song Huaci exhaled a turbid breath, stretched his waist, and showed a satisfied smile.

"It's been a long time since I've felt like this." Song Huaci sighed as he packed up books and paper full of notes.

She remembers the last time she studied medicine in such a way was when she was a student at Oxford University. I didn't expect that in this time and space, there would be medical books that could make her feel "enlightened".

"If you have a chance in the future, you must thank Meng Zhaoyan." This was the last thought of the Song Painting Temple before falling to sleep.

The next morning, the Song Painting Temple woke up at the call of Song Qiaoshu.

Song Qiaoshu is really helpless about her sister's snooze. It's already in the middle of the day, and she can't even wake up. The time for breakfast has long passed, and it will be time for lunch in a short time.

"Ancestral Hall, my sister won't talk about you when you sleep too late, but you don't even eat breakfast, how can your body stand it?" Song Qiaoshu's tone was blaming, but it contained her strong love for her sister.

"Sister, I'm fine. I slept a little late last night, so I missed breakfast. Song Huaci explained.

"What's okay? Your body is not very good in the first place, how can you withstand such a bad situation? Do you want to get rid of you? "Song Qiaoshu has always been gentle and virtuous, and treats Song Huaci like a mother. At this time, hearing that her sister didn't take her body seriously, she was rarely angry.

Song Huaci didn't take her sister's words seriously at first. Seeing that Song Qiaoshu reacted so much, she actually opened her mouth to reprimand her, and Song Huaci shook her for a moment, but she was not angry at all. She looked at her sister and laughed.

"Sister, don't be angry, I remember what you said." Song Huaci sat up from the bed, his smiling eyes narrowed slightly, very obedient.

Song Zhiyao didn't want to kill her, she had always been gentle and kind, and she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when she thought of being angry. But thinking of something again, Song Qiaoshu was a little depressed.

Song Qiaoshu turned her head and pretended to be angry and said to Song Huaci: "If you are lazy like this, what will you do if you marry in the future?" I know, the Queen Mother has already set a wedding date for you and the third prince yesterday. ”

"yes, yes." Seeing that Song Qiaoshu was a little sad, Song Huaci also restrained her smile, not knowing how to persuade her.

When Lin An walked over, the marriage between the Song Painting Temple and the three princes had already been decided. Even if she has the heart to help her sister and the third prince pull the red line, she can't do anything.

And yesterday's wedding date has been set, and there is no way to change it. Song Huaci thought, although she didn't have any special feelings for Meng Zhaoyan, she couldn't let her sister, the dignified concubine, go to be a concubine for the third prince, right?

"Sister, after I get married, you can go to the Three Princes' Mansion to live with me!" Song Huaci's eyes suddenly lit up, thinking that if he couldn't be a concubine, there was another way for Song Qiaoshu to see Meng Zhaoyan. So she hurriedly told Song Qiaoshu.

Song Qiaoshu was a little stunned all of a sudden, and didn't react to what Song Huaci said. After hearing this, Song Qiaoshu was a little at a loss. How can there be a reason for a sister to marry and a sister to follow? Even if Song Qiaoshu admired Meng Zhaoyan so far, she never had this kind of thought. If she really does this, not only her, but even the Song Painting Temple will be criticized.

"What is this saying? You get married, what is the matter with me following you! Song Qiaoshu used feigned anger to hide her helplessness and accelerated heartbeat.

Although the Song Painting Temple felt that it was a little unruly, it did not think that it was impossible. She looked at Song Qiaoshu solemnly, not letting her escape in the slightest: "Sister, you don't have to care about other people's opinions. All you have to tell me is that you would like to live with me? ”

Song Qiaoshu gritted her teeth, her breathing was a little confused. She avoided the gaze of the Song Painting Temple and did not answer.

Song Huaci knew that Song Qiaoshu was polite and timid, and he didn't force her.

She sighed lightly and said step by step: "Sister, those aunts and young ladies in this Song Mansion, which one of them eats people and doesn't spit out bones." In the past, the two of us were together, and we always had a care, but now, if I really get married, how can you make a living alone?

Song Huaci's words asked about Song Qiaoshu's weakness. Song Qiaoshu had to admit that she was afraid of being left behind, afraid of being a person, afraid of ...... I'm afraid that the Song Painting Temple is so smart, and the third prince will really like her. What if then one is the man she likes and the other is her sister? Well, she really is alone.

But Song Qiaoshu had another voice in her heart that restrained her, telling her that this was wrong. Tell her she can't be so shameless as to trouble her sister.

Obviously, she taught Song Huaci to cherish her body, how could things evolve like this? Song Qiaoshu was very entangled in her heart.

Song Huaci sighed, and comforted Song Qiaoshu in a soft tone: "That's it, there are still two months left, my sister doesn't have to rush to tell me the answer." Sister think about it again. ”

Song Qiaoshu clenched her fists, and there was a sharp pain when her nails poked into her flesh. Song Qiaoshu tilted her head back and pulled out a comforting smile: "Ancestral Hall, I am really very happy that you can think of me so much." My sister didn't hurt you in vain. But my sister can't do this, in this way, you will be criticized in the Three Princes' Mansion, in the royal family, and in the entire capital! Sister can't put you in such a situation. ”

"The three princes may not disagree......"

"Even if you agree, you can't do it!" Song Qiaoshu suddenly interrupted the Song Painting Temple.

She realized that she had lost her temper again, closed her eyes, then lowered her voice and said to Song Huaci: "Ancestral Hall, be good, my sister knows that you have this heart, and it is enough." Okay, hurry up, it's almost noon, my sister is going to call Qianjuan to come in and wait for you to freshen up. ”

After that, Song Qiaoshu stretched out her hand, gently patted the back of Song Huaci's hand, and went out with a faint smile.

Song Huaci looked at Song Qiaoshu's expectant and forbearant appearance, and was very distressed. But she could only watch her lonely back disappear from sight, but she couldn't do anything to help. Even if she is a top doctor, she can't relieve the heartache of treating Song Qiaoshu.

So, are they fortunate or unfortunate to be born in such a family?

Song Huaci thought that no matter what, when she married out of the Song Mansion, she must bring her sister with her.

After the Song Painting Temple finished running five kilometers, it was time for lunch. After Song Huaci got up, she only drank a bowl of porridge left for her in the morning, and she was already hungry at this time.

She set up the meal and scooped out a bowl of soup for the Song Painting Temple to dry. The Song Painting Temple didn't care about it at first, but when it was about to be brought up and drunk, it was realized that something was wrong.

This soup is poisonous!

Although Song Huaci didn't know what the name of this poison was in this world, she understood that it was a poison that hurt people to death.

Song Huaci quietly put down the soup and asked, "I took food from the kitchen today, who did you meet on the way?"

As soon as she heard this, she knew that Song Huaci must have asked something wrong with today's food, so she was shocked and replied carefully: "The slave didn't meet anyone on the road." The food is taken straight from the kitchen, miss, but there is a problem with the food? ”

Song Huaci, who had been observing, saw that her surprised and worried application and tone did not seem to be fake, so she asked her to get up first.

In fact, the Song Painting Temple also knew that this matter probably had little to do with Qijuan. And in this house, there are those who have the ability, the courage, and the motivation to do this, except for the mother and daughter. Who else?

"It's poisonous." Song Huaci said these five words calmly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer.

She frowned, as she had guessed.

"Miss forgive me, it's all the slave's negligence." She immediately knelt down, with a serious expression and a sincere attitude.

"I know it's none of your business, you get up." The Song Painting Temple was not angry, but still calm. It's just that in the depths of his eyes, there seems to be a hint of mockery oozing out.

Song Huaci stood up, brushed his sleeves, and said lightly: "Kuo, go and wrap the soup, let's go and comfort Aunt Yao."

Song Huaci seemed to be well-behaved and docile into Aunt Yao's courtyard and asked someone to report it to Yao.

Hearing the maid's report that the Song Painting Temple was coming, Song Zhiyao's face suddenly turned pale. She felt unbelievable, how could the Song Painting Temple find that poison?

No. No! Song Zhiyao kept comforting herself, she might have other things to do when she came over, maybe she hadn't had time to eat lunch yet......

But Yao didn't notice Song Zhiyao's emotions, and only looked out the window to himself and asked, "What is she doing here?"

"It's not good for her to come around, mother, let her go." Song Zhiyao didn't want Song Huaci to come in at all, so she hurriedly said.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong? Yao Shi heard that Song Zhiyao's tone was wrong, so he looked at her and asked, feeling a little puzzled.

"It's okay, what can I do? I just feel that she will be haunted and annoyed to death when she eats well. Song Zhiyao pretended to eat as if nothing had happened, but in fact, her hand holding the chopsticks and her legs under the table had begun to tremble.

When Song Zhiyao was poisoned, he did not discuss it with Yao. She just kept hating that day at the banquet, when the three princes and the Song Painting Temple joined forces to make her so ugly, so that the five princes were disgusted with her, and she hated the Song Painting Temple for deliberately leading her to make mistakes in front of her father.

And yesterday I heard that Meng Zhaoyan was very concerned about the Song Painting Temple, so the Queen Mother set a wedding date for the Song Painting Temple and Meng Zhaoyan, so she was a little angry.

Song Zhiyao has had an incomparable sense of superiority in front of the Song Painting Temple since she was a child, and once this sense of superiority continues to be destroyed, she can't accept it.

In addition, this morning at Yao's place, when Yao talked about the dowry of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, he complained to Song Zhiyao: "The Song Painting Temple is just marrying a cripple, and your father has to ask me to buy a dowry for her according to the concubine's share." Hmph, she will do it according to the example of the concubine, so my dowry will be less. ”

So, Song Zhiyao felt that Song Huaci had robbed her of her things. New hatred and old hatred add to it.

Song Zhiyao thought hatefully in her heart, how good should it be that the stubborn illness of the Song Painting Temple is not good? How good was the last assassination? How good would it be if there was no more Song painting shrine in the Song Mansion? Then, everything is her Song Zhiyao's, and now there is nothing to worry about.

Therefore, she gave birth to a bold idea - to make the Song Painting Temple disappear directly.

But at this time, she didn't know how to speak to Yao.

Yao looked at Song Zhiyao for a while, and was about to ask her something, when the maid came in again to report: "The fourth girl asked the slave maid to come and report to you again, she said that she saw that you have something important to ask for."

"What's the noise? Isn't it just a girl? How? Who is your master? "Yao's concern for Song Zhiyao was very angry when he was interrupted, not to mention because of the matter of the Song Painting Temple.

"Slaves deserve to die." The handmaid hurriedly pleaded guilty.

Yao was annoyed and immediately sent her away. turned back to Song Zhiyao, touched the sideburns in her ear, changed her appearance and asked softly, "Come, tell Weiniang, what is Zhi'er worried about?"

Song Zhiyao trembled, tears fell, she threw herself into Yao's arms at once, choked up and said, "Mother......"

"Is it that the slut in the Song Painting Temple is bullying you again? You tell your mother, and your mother will immediately clean her up. Yao's words were vicious, but the movements of holding Song Qiaoshu were very gentle.

"Hmm. Mother, I'm ......"

And before Song Zhiyao's words were finished, the voice of the Song Painting Temple came from the door: "Yo, what's wrong with the eldest sister and Aunt Yao?"

Song Zhiyao raised her head, just in front of the sharp eyes of the Song Painting Temple. The eyes that seemed to be bottomless and looked at her with very sarcastic eyes made her back break out in a cold sweat.

Song Zhiyao got up from Yao's arms and sat upright, her lips pale.

Song Zhiyao deliberately pretended to be very fierce and asked, "What are you doing here!"

"I haven't seen Aunt Yao for a long time, let's take a look." Song Huaci said unhurriedly.

Although her words were tepid, they could be heard with a hint of provocation.

And the Yao family was really very angry when he saw that the Song Painting Temple came in without a report, and scolded when he opened his mouth: "Fourth girl, this is my courtyard, you have learned the etiquette for so long, have you forgotten the rules to be followed when entering the elder's room!"

"Rules? The painting shrine also wants to obey the rules of Aunt Yao. However, the painting hall is afraid, and if I continue to abide by the rules, I may not wait for me to marry into the Three Princes' Mansion, and I will already die. Song Huaci replied to Yao's family, but his eyes kept staring at Song Zhiyao, and his tone became heavier and heavier.

"What do you mean by that, Fourth Girl?" Yao wanted to scold Song Huaci, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he remembered his abnormal daughter today, so he didn't say anything too ugly. But she was still shocked in her heart, and a guess gradually took shape, so she turned her head to look at Song Zhiyao and asked silently with her eyes.

Song Zhiyao couldn't say anything to Yao at this time, so she could only be secretly anxious in her heart. She was almost sure that Song Huaci knew about her poisoning, but she didn't know what Song Huaci wanted to do.

"It's not interesting. It's just that I suspect that the big sister put something in my soup. The Song Painting Ancestral Hall asked Qi Juan to put a bowl of soup in front of Aunt Yao, ignoring Song Zhiyao's panicked eyes.