After calming down, the Song Painting Temple carefully calculated in his heart, this Song Mansion family is indeed intricate and unpredictable.

I think she was a medical genius at Oxford University in her previous life, and she wanted to show her skills to save lives when she returned to China after completing her studies. Unexpectedly, disaster fell from the sky, or it should have been like this. After being hit by a car, the soul sutra fell into the body of the Song Painting Temple.

The fortitude in her eyes gradually appeared, and her wavering mind gradually stabilized.

The sporadic memories made her understand that the situation of the Song Painting Temple in front of her was difficult, and if she wanted to gain a foothold in the Song Mansion, she had to beware of a vicious stepmother, an indifferent father and all sisters with bad intentions.

Outside Mrs. Song's study, Song Qiaoshu pulled the Song Painting Temple and comforted her in a low voice: "Ancestral Hall, don't be afraid. You don't want to marry the third prince, your sister will take you to beg your father, and your sister will marry for you. Come on! ”

Song Huaci wanted to tell her that this matter would definitely not fulfill her wishes.

But just as he was about to speak, he heard a serious voice from inside the house.

"Who's making noise outside?"

Song Qiaoshu smiled comfortingly at the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and said softly: "Father, Qiao Shu and the ancestral hall have come to see you." ”

Mrs. Song, who was sitting in front of the table, heard this, and her brows were wrinkled together. A trace of impatience flashed on his face, and his face was a little bad.

"Come in!" He said in a deep voice.

Song Huaci's forehead was still wrapped in gauze, and he had changed into clean clothes and followed behind his sister. Bow to your father together.

"Meet my father." The two said in unison.

Mrs. Song rubbed her eyebrows, glanced at the two of them angrily, and said, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Song Qiaoshu's eyes were red, and she knelt down, seeing that Song Huaci was still standing in a daze, she had to pull her sleeve and make her kneel too.

"Father, Qiao Shu has something she wants to plead with her father to fulfill."

Mrs. Song snorted coldly, "If you want to talk about the marriage of the ancestral hall, I will persuade you to die for your father!" No matter what, she has to marry the third prince! Now that the marriage has been decided, there is absolutely no reason to regret the marriage! ”

Song Qiaoshu's face turned pale, she bit her lip, and seemed to have made a lot of determination before she said: "Father, Ci'er is different from others, she has a simple temperament, and she rarely sees people. I am afraid that something will go wrong if I marry the third prince, so I beg my father to have mercy on me and lose my mother at a young age, and let Qiao Shu marry to the palace instead of the ancestral hall. ”

"Nonsense!" Mrs. Song slapped the table and stood up, quickly walked in front of the two, pointed to the top of her head and scolded: "Hmph, that's really the case!" No wonder your mother came to say that you had bad intentions, at first I didn't believe it, but now it seems that it is true! You want to take her place, marry into the palace instead of your sister, and enjoy the glory and wealth, don't you? ”

Song Qiaoshu was stunned for a moment, looked panicked, and hurriedly shook her head and said, "Father, my daughter definitely doesn't mean this." You know, sister she ......."

"Enough! Now, when you see that things are failing, you still want to frame your sister, do you think your father can't see it? Mrs. Song was furious, not only broke a set of tea sets, but also scolded Song Qiaoshu in front of his subordinates.

From beginning to end, the Song Painting Temple did not say a word, like a person who stayed out of the matter.

Her eyes were cold, and she looked at Mrs. Song without a trace of emotion.

Although she has no father in modern times, she has seen many cases of fathers and daughters being filial piety, but she has never seen such a ruthless father as in front of her.

Song Qiaoshu took two steps forward, grabbed the corner of his clothes, her eyes were full of tears, and she cried earnestly: "Father, my daughter has never thought about it like this. The daughter is really thinking about her sister, father, for the sake of the deceased mother, please save your sister! ”

"Bastard thing!" Mrs. Song's face was pale, and she raised her hand and slapped her face widely.

"She is a stupid person, and it is already her blessing to be able to marry the third prince and become a princess! I can't let you intervene in what decision is made for the Father! ”

Seeing this, Song Huaci hurriedly pounced on Song Qiaoshu's body and resisted with his back.

"Smack!"

The slap landed heavily on her back.

"You...... You...... All right! It's going to be reversed, isn't it? Mrs. Song trembled angrily, and scolded loudly: "Come on, put these two unfilial girls in the ancestral hall for me, no one can let the two of them out without my order!" ”

Song Qiaoshu trembled and hugged the Song Painting Ancestral Hall.

The ancestral hall is deep, dark and silent. Several little servants escorted Song Qiaoshu and Song Huaci here, their tone contemptuous, with banter in their eyes, and said in a weird manner: "Two young ladies, please, this is an order from the master himself." I hope the two young ladies don't embarrass the little ones......"

Song Huaci gently took Song Qiaoshu's hand and helped her cross the high threshold.

"Sister, be careful!" Seeing her crying sadly, she couldn't help herself, she reminded in a low voice.

Hearing a cold snort, Song Huaci raised his head, lit his lacquer-like eyes, and glanced at the little guy lightly, and the light in his eyes appeared, which made people inexplicably cold.

The little guy shrunk his neck, his heart jumped, and he was a little scared.

On the high platform in the main hall are placed the ancestors of the Song family, a few candles, swaying from side to side by the unknown wind, reflected on the brown wall, like ghosts, unpredictable.

After Song Qiaoshu glanced around, her frightened heart thumped, she grabbed Song Huaci's hand and walked cautiously,

Rao is like this, when he stepped on the futon placed on the ground, he was still frightened and screamed.

With a "bang", the two dark red doors that had lost their paint closed tightly, and the room suddenly became a little darker.

"Sister, don't be afraid, I'll be with you!" Song Huaci saw that she was really scared, so she had to comfort her.

Song Qiaoshu was short of breath, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she shrunk into a ball and leaned on her shoulder.

The Song Painting Ancestral Hall's face was as usual, and his face was calm.

I think that when she first entered the medical department of Oxford University, in order to exercise her courage, she lived alone in the morgue with the most morgues, and lived for a week in a row.

What's more, she's already a person who has died once, there's nothing to be afraid of!

She held Song Qiaoshu and lit all the candles that had been extinguished. At this time, the house was much brighter.

"Ancestral Hall, you...... You seem to have grown a lot. It's a lot more sensible, but, but this temperament has become calm, and he doesn't even say a few words. Song Qiaoshu looked worried, stopped talking for a long time, and finally said it.

Song Huaci thought for a while, and said with a slight smile: "Sister doesn't have to worry about me, I used to let my sister worry about me; When the ancestral hall grows up, it is time to take care of her sister sensibly. ”

These words made Song Qiaoshu very pleased, and the tears that had just stopped were rolling down again.

She thought to herself: Poor ancestral children, who have never even met their mother, have suffered for so many years, and after being miraculously cured of their stubborn diseases, they have become more and more considerate of themselves.

Thinking of this, his face was ashamed.

It was getting late, and the two knelt in front of many spiritual positions, not daring to cross the line.

The body of the Song Painting Temple is not well fed and clothed all the year round, and his face is yellow, and he is malnourished at first glance.

I can even walk a few steps, let alone kneel for nearly two hours. She only felt dizzy and hungry.

"Ancestral Hall, are you alright?" Song Qiaoshu sensed that something was wrong with her, took her into her arms, and asked softly.

Song Huaci shook his head, not used to being so close to people, so he knelt up straight again, and asked, "Sister, how long are we going to kneel?" ”

Song Qiaoshu's face was pale, her eyes darkened, she sighed deeply, and muttered, "I...... I don't know. As long as my father doesn't speak, we must be kneeling here forever! Ancestral Hall, it's all my sister who is not good, it's my sister who has affected you! ”

"What does my sister say, you and I are sisters, we should share blessings and difficulties." Song Huaci smiled at her and comforted.

The deep sorrow between her brows lingered for a long time.

"Huh! A good one to share blessings and hardships! Tut-tut, it's really sisterly and touching! A shrill female voice came from outside the door.