Volume 1: Chapter 35
Song Feng looked at the only son with a pale face in front of him, and his heart was distressed. Compared with his daughter, Song Anguo looks more like Lan Shi.
Every man has a white moonlight in his heart, and Song Feng is no exception, Lan Shi is his white moonlight, but it's a pity......
Looking at Song Anguo in front of him, he didn't forget to let him treat Song Jiayao well when he was dying, Song Anguo always felt that this scene was a little familiar.
Song Anguo's face coincided with Lan Shi's, and he seemed to see Lan Shi holding his hand tightly, his breath was dying, and he said to him in prostration: "General, you must treat Yao'er well......"
In the end, he didn't keep his promise. Song Feng had to admit that he had really treated Song Jiayao badly over the years. It's not that he doesn't love this daughter, but he loves Lanshi too much. As soon as he saw Song Jiayao, he thought of Lan Shi's pale appearance when he left, and made him feel distressed for no reason.
Over time, he didn't want to see Song Jiayao anymore, he only felt that she was a master who made him sad
Now it seems that he was wrong.
The two people he cares about the most in this family both love Song Jiayao and can't wait to hold her in the palm of his hand. Until he was dying, he was still worried, but he was not dutiful as a father.
Looking at Song Jiayao, who was lying on Song Anguo's body and crying like a tearful person, Song Feng's eyes rarely brought a trace of love.
Song Anguo saw it in his heart, and finally let go of his heart. His sister is not doing well, he should help if he can, although this body has also changed owners, but he can feel the obsession of the original owner, and he should love this sister very much.
I couldn't help but feel very sorry in my heart, although Song Anguo didn't have any strength, he still raised his hand and gently stroked Song Jiayao's hair.
Song Jiayao lay on Song Anguo's body, grieving and not knowing what to do, she only felt that her heart was pinched together. In the previous life, she was not by her side when her brother died, but in this life, she finally dared to come, but she heard the "last words" left by her brother to ask Song Feng to take good care of herself!
How could Song Jiayao not be moved? She was moved, but she was also scared in her heart. I'm afraid that Song Anguo will still leave like in her previous life, and I'm afraid that she will become alone again.
Several people cried together, and Rao is Song Feng couldn't help but redden.
In the end, Song Jiayao was tired of crying, and fell asleep next to Song Anguo's bed. On the second day, she was lying on her own bed, thinking that Song Feng sent someone to send her back, but when she asked Qing'er, she found out that it was Nangong Jin's people who sent her back.
She shed too many tears yesterday, almost crying all her grievances, and when she woke up today, her eyes were swollen like a walnut, so it was naturally difficult to go out to meet people.
Lan Jiu mashed the yolk with a hard-boiled egg and wrapped it in gauze to compress his eyes, saying that it could reduce swelling. Song Jiayao was lying on the recliner, and Ren Lanjiu was gently massaging herself.
After a while, someone came to deliver the medicine.
It's Nangong Jin's person. Song Jiayao didn't know when Nangong Jin cared about herself so much, but she couldn't refuse, so she thanked her and accepted it.
But she didn't want to owe Nangong Jin a favor, so she thought about thanking him in person in a few days.
After all, Nangong Jin's reputation in the previous life was too terrifying, although he saw it in this life, it was a little different, but it couldn't eliminate the fear in Song Jiayao's heart.
But there are some people, the more you don't want to get close to them, the more you have to be involved.
Song Jiayao sighed slightly, this time she should be inseparable from Nangong Jin, so she could only carefully follow his wishes, although she didn't know what Nangong Jin was trying to tease her, when she thought that she had tricked him twice, Song Jiayao broke out in a cold sweat.
Maybe it was a whim, at least until now, Nangong Jin hasn't done anything to actually hurt her, but has helped her a lot openly and secretly.
No matter what, it's useless to break your head.
Song Jiayao held her head and thought helplessly, still feeling uncomfortable with eye pain. It just so happened that Lan Jiu was instructed to give Song Jiayao medicine, but Song Jiayao only felt that her eyes were cool, and she fell asleep after a while.
When I woke up again, it was already dusk. Song Jiayao slept for a day, and the fatigue of not sleeping well after being bumpy on the road for several days disappeared, and she only felt refreshed.
The medicine sent by Nangong Jin was really magical, but after a long time, her eyes were no longer swollen at all.
got up lazily, and happened to meet Song Feng who sent someone to call her to have dinner together, so Song Jiayao cleaned up.
When he got there, Nangong Jin sat on the top, Song Feng's face was full of fatherly smiles, but Song Jiayao was startled, and her feet shook, which attracted Song Feng's concern, and she was even more distressed at the moment, feeling that she really cared too little about her daughter before.
"Yao'er be careful, and ask the doctor to make up for you in a few days." Song Feng said with concern.
Song Jiayao smiled softly and blessed, "Thank you for your father's concern, my daughter doesn't care, but my brother doesn't know when I will get better." ”
Song Jiayao's face showed a little worry, someone led her into the seat, Song Jiayao sat upright obediently and did not speak.
Soon, the dishes were all ready, and adhering to the rule of eating without saying a word, several people did not speak, but just put down the dishes. Song Jiayao lost her appetite after a few bites, she was used to eating vegetables, and she was not used to the coarse meat at the border.
Nangong Jin and Song Feng are both men, and they don't pay much attention to food, and Song Feng is used to being locked up at the border, so he naturally doesn't feel anything, and he won't be sympathetic to other people's appetites.
Nangong Jin has been paying attention to Song Jiayao, and when she saw her put down the dishes and chopsticks, she knew that she had a poor appetite, and she was afraid that the dishes here were not appetizing. It's just hard to say anything here. Nangong Jin frowned slightly, and beckoned someone to give a few orders.
The dinner ended quickly, and Song Jiayao just barely cushioned her stomach. Seeing that the two seemed to be talking, Song Jiayao retired early. Song Feng didn't keep her, only let her be careful.
Song Jiayao did not go back to the room and went to bed early, but went to Song Anguo first.
Song Anguo is still sick, his face is still pale, and he needs to be served by others when he eats. When Song Jiayao entered the house, she saw that Song Anguo was drinking porridge with difficulty, and she couldn't help frowning.
This is the brother who has always been upright, but now he is injured like this.
Song Anguo noticed Song Jiayao coming in, so he sent away the people next to him and left her to speak. Although Song Anguo is no longer the same Song Anguo as before, he loves the sister in front of him even more, perhaps because the family affection that blood is thicker than water makes him care about this delicate sister.
Seeing that her eyes were slightly red, Song Anguo knew that she was worried. Cheering up and showing a little smile, Song Anguo coaxed her a few words in a low voice to reassure her.
Although they are brothers and sisters, and they are in the military tent, the men and women are seven years old, and the two did not speak for too long, and Song Jiayao left.
When she returned to her tent, she saw a few bowls of hot dishes on the table, all of which were green vegetables, Song Jiayao was stunned for a while, and then saw Qing'er and Lan Jiu greet her, pursing their lips and smiling.
"This was sent by Ping'an Hou, saying that it was to see that the young lady hadn't eaten much, guessing that it was not with the appetite, so she specially sent someone to make some more." Qing'er said with a little smile, helped Song Jiayao sit down, and prepared vegetables for her.
Qing'er was very afraid of Nangong Jin, but after getting along a few times, Qing'er found that Nangong Jin was surprisingly good to her own young lady. Nangong Jin's face is very good, and her own lady is a beautiful embryo, Qing'er looks at it as a perfect match, and it is inevitable to think about it.
Song Jiayao didn't know Qing'er's careful thoughts, but she only sighed in her heart that she was afraid that she had misunderstood Nangong Jin, but she didn't expect him to have such a careful side. Looking down at the light side dishes in front of her, Song Jiayao felt a warm heart, and her good impression of Nangong Jin was a little better.
A few days later, the doctor invited by the Central Plains also arrived. This person is a world-famous doctor, and his medical skills are said to be able to live the dead, with white flesh and bones.
Although Song Jiayao doesn't believe that there is a doctor who can save the dead, it should be true that he has superb medical skills, this person was specially brought by Nangong Jin, and this doctor traveled all over the world on weekdays and disappeared, but was sent by Nangong Jin.
Song Jiayao looked at the doctor's respectful appearance towards Nangong Jin, and secretly thought to herself that he should be Nangong Jin's person.
This doctor really didn't have a wasted name, he went straight to Song Anguo's tent when he arrived here, put down the medicine box and took the pulse, and then buried himself in the prescription.
The previous doctor was just with the army, and it was rare to see someone like Song Anguo who could come back to life, so he naturally didn't dare to take strong medicine, which kept dragging on, so that Song Anguo has not been seen.
With the care of this doctor, Song Anguo's complexion is getting better day by day, and now he can stand up and walk a few steps while the sun is good.
Song Jiayao came to the border to visit him, but now that Song Anguo has a spiritual leader, Song Jiayao will never leave him every day.
The brother and sister have not seen each other for many years, although their bodies have changed, but their feelings are not bad at all.
Song Jiayao experienced a parting of life and death, and at this time, seeing her brother standing alive in front of her and smiling at her, Song Jiayao was naturally happy in her heart, and she was sticking to him all day long.
Nangong Jin saw it in his eyes, although he always felt a little empty in his heart, and he couldn't get a chance to tease her again, but seeing the smile on Song Jiayao's face getting more and more day by day, he was also happy in his heart.
Nangong Jin sensed the feelings in her heart, but she just shook her head. This girl is afraid that it will be too late to avoid him, so how can she tug at her heartstrings?
Seeing that she was so happy, it was not in vain that she deliberately went to the emperor to send her in person. There have been too many days of intrigue, and Nangong Jin also yearns for the natural and simple life at the border.
It was rare to be able to completely relax, and Nangong Jin also felt a lot more relaxed physically and mentally.
Song Jiayao also slowly changed her view of Nangong Jin in her heart. I only knew that he was rumored to be tyrannical by the world, but I never knew the real him personally.
It's cold in high places, that's true.
Nangong Jin is at the top of the power, and I am afraid that it is cold to the bone.
How many people want him to die, and how many people want to hold him to the throne and disobey him.
She sighed faintly, she was just a boudoir woman, and she couldn't do anything. Song Jiayao put away these thoughts, but her heart changed her opinion of Nangong Jin.
Looking up at her brother's hearty smile, Song Jiayao couldn't help but smile at the corners of her mouth.
Today, she is very satisfied. She has already seen a little, if she can't get revenge, she won't force it, Zuo just avoided those people, and it would be best not to repeat the mistakes of the past.
The days of quiet years are comfortable.