The danger of Cangshan is unimaginable if he has not been there in person, and the Song Painting Temple does not dare to ask Meng Zhaoyan if there is any progress in the matter of picking herbs, after all, it is not very worth risking his life for the sake of a grass.

The Song Painting Temple gradually dispelled this idea and looked for herbs similar to Cangding grass to use instead, but the results were always unsatisfactory.

If Meng Zhaoyan's leg disease is not beaten by external force, it will not attack under normal circumstances, and Song Huaci has done several acupuncture intermittently afterwards, which can only relieve the pain, and has no effect on the radical cure

Song Huaci once again became a person who couldn't come out of the pharmacy, but the reason was justified so that Meng Zhaoyan couldn't say anything to stop him.

This morning, Meng Zhaoyan finished freshening up, and Xiyue was waiting outside early in the morning, Meng Zhaoyan came out, lowered his head and went in to clean up the things used for grooming, and went to the outer hall with a suppressed voice, and reminded with his head down: "Lord, tomorrow is the day when the princess returns to Ningning." ”

Meng Zhaoyan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't react for a while, and he pinched his fingers and counted it.

He smiled and said, "Leave this matter to the housekeeper to take care of, and the king of tomorrow will send it to the ancestral hall." ”

Yuzuki smiled and responded.

Originally, Guining was just a matter for the princess alone, and the prince had the intention to accompany the princess back to the Song Mansion, which could not only make the princess have a long face, but also beat the people who were disrespectful to the princess in the original Song Mansion.

The prince really cares about the princess.

Xiyue was so happy that he almost jumped away, Meng Zhaoyan shook his head and smiled, recalling the scene when the Song Painting Temple he had seen in the Song Mansion before was jointly troubled by Mrs. Yao and Song Zhiyao, his eyes couldn't help but darken.

Meng Zhaoyan went to the court, but the Song Painting Temple still woke up late, and he had to run to the pharmacy after eating.

Xiyue stopped people and reminded the Song Painting Temple exactly the same, and the Song Painting Temple suddenly stayed in the palace for a few days, and it seemed that the days of the Song Mansion had been a long time.

"But what does Guining have to prepare?" The Song Painting Temple was a little embarrassed.

Xiyue smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about this princess, the prince has already ordered it early in the morning, you don't have to worry about anything!" ”

Song Huaci breathed a sigh of relief, since Meng Zhaoyan had taken care of it, then he didn't have to worry about anything.

Song Huaci thought about it, after all, the Song Mansion was the home where Song Huaci had lived for more than ten years, and regardless of the fact that Song Huaci had no feelings for it, Song Qiaoshu alone should go back to live for a while.

Song Huaci broke off the idea of going to the pharmacy and turned his head to Xiwan Pavilion.

Song Qiaoshu in Xiwan Pavilion is still recuperating from her injuries, her internal injuries have almost been healed, her body is weaker, she is still weak every day, and she is still resting in bed.

Chang Yun brought the medicine bowl out of the room, just in time to see the Song Painting Temple coming in with Xiyue.

The maidservants at the door were stopped and went their separate ways, Chang Yun was happy in her heart, Song Huaci would come to see Song Qiaoshu every day, but I wondered if it was too early today, the young lady had just drunk the medicine and was still lying on the bed.

"Princess!" Chang Yun hung his head on the tray and bowed down.

Song Huaci helped the person up and asked, "Sister, is she awake?" ”

Chang Yun nodded and replied, "Miss is awake, but she is still lying on the bed now, does the princess want to see Miss now?" The slave went and told the young lady ......"

"No need," Song Huaci interrupted her and said, "My sister is not well, there is no need to bother her to get up, I just want to talk to my sister, it's not a big deal." ”

Song Huaci turned around and said, "Xiyue, it's good for you to guard the door." ”

The evening moon responded, and the Song Painting Temple pushed open the door and entered.

Song Qiaoshu's complexion is much better than a few days ago, she just drank the medicine, and was drinking tea to cover the bitterness, and she was stunned for a moment when she saw Song Huaci.

The scene in the carriage that day unconsciously drilled into Song Qiaoshu's mind, she saw it clearly and clearly, and the more she thought about it, the clearer it became.

At the critical juncture, Meng Zhaoyan sacrificed herself to protect the Song Painting Temple, as long as she thought about it once, her heart ached once.

No one could understand how overwhelming the despair that welled up in her mind at that moment.

Song Huaci came to see her in the past few days, but he didn't mention the events of that day at all, as if it was normal for Meng Zhaoyan to save her but not to Song Qiaoshu when she saw death.

And how did Song Qiaoshu know that Song Huaci had already blamed herself for this matter, she thought that as long as Meng Zhaoyan sat opposite Song Qiaoshu, the injured person was herself and not her sister, but she didn't know that this was nothing more than Meng Zhaoyan's subconscious move.

The thorn in her heart became deeper and deeper, and she suddenly saw the appearance of the Song Painting Temple, but she didn't react.

"Ancestral ......"

Song Huaci smiled and lifted the bead curtain in the inner room, and was very happy to see that Song Qiaoshu's anger had recovered well, "Sister looks much better than before." ”

Song Qiaoshu nodded stunned, "Yes, my body doesn't hurt as much as before." ”

"That's good," Song Huaci moved a stool and sat on the bed, and when she saw that Song Qiaoshu was about to get up, she hurriedly stepped forward to help her body and put a pillow behind her.

Song Qiaoshu smiled gratefully at her, and her eyes were hot when she saw Song Huaci.

"Sister, I'm really embarrassed for you, ...... that day"

Song Qiaoshu lowered her head, not wanting to mention this matter, but said, "The matter has also passed, isn't my sister okay?" ”

Song Huaci nodded stiffly and said, "Yes, the ancestral hall will not mention it again, as long as my sister is healthy." ”

The Song Painting Temple didn't think much about it, hit the middle of the theme, and said: "Sister, I have been married to Meng Zhaoyan for a long time, and it is already the day of Guining, I want you to go back to the Song Mansion with me to have a look, if you want, you can also stay for a few days." ”

Song Qiaoshu raised her eyes to look at her, and thought for a moment in her heart, "Tomorrow? ”

"Yes, it's tomorrow." Song Huaci nodded.

Song Qiaoshu remembered that her mother's tablet was still in the Song Mansion, her eyes were red, she held the hand of the Song Painting Temple, and choked up: "Okay." ”

Song Huaci was distressed and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Mother's tablet stands alone in the Song Mansion, and we are all gone, I'm afraid that my mother will be thinner."

Song Huaci was speechless for a while, she had no impression of the lady who had passed away for many years, let alone her feelings, but she couldn't bear to see Song Qiaoshu like this.

Gently wiping away the moisture oozing from the corners of her eyes, Song Huaci said: "Sister, don't be sad, let's stay in the Song Mansion for a few more days, talk to Meng Zhaoyan, he will agree." ”

Song Huaci mentioned the prince again, Song Qiaoshu's chest was suffocated, and she nodded her head in response.

Song Qiaoshu excused herself from going to sleep, and Song Huaci thought that her medicinal effect was almost there, so she didn't stay any longer, and tucked the quilt for someone and went out.

Song Qiaoshu leaned sideways, and Song Huaci didn't see the corners of her red eyes.

Song Huaci called Xiyue, did not go to the pharmacy, returned to Huiyan Pavilion and waited for Meng Zhaoyan to come back from the next court, and when he was bored, he remembered the things in the medical book and was distracted for a while.

When Meng Zhaoyan came back, it was a little strange to see that Song Huaci rarely stayed in the room honestly instead of going to the pharmacy, but when he thought about it, it was nothing more than a matter of returning to Ning tomorrow.

Meng Zhaoyan smiled unconsciously, blocked the people who were going to serve him, made a look, and waited for the people to retreat.

"Why, I'm not in a good mood today, why didn't I go to the pharmacy?"

Hearing this, Song Huaci turned his head and met him with a pair of smiling eyes.