Song Lingyue made a fist with one hand and a palm with the other, punched in the palm of her hand, and made a sudden realization: "I forgot, my silver needle hasn't had time to find a blacksmith to make it." If I hadn't been invited to the county office by some reason, I would have been discussing with the blacksmith to create my own silver needle. ”

The sarcasm in Song Lingyue's words can be heard as long as you are not a fool.

Lord Lin's face seemed to have knocked over the palette, white and blue, and his clenched fists tightened and loosened.

Even if he was a dignified Zhizhou, Lord Lin did not dare to offend Song Lingyue at this time.

looked at her daughter Lin Jinlan on the side with pleading eyes, but saw that Lin Jinlan was not in a hurry at all, which suddenly surprised and puzzled Lord Lin.

Lin Jinlan knew that Song Lingyue was wronged by being imprisoned for no reason, and now she didn't stop her from mocking Lord Lin. Looking at Song Lingyue's confident appearance, she knew that her mother's condition was not serious.

Lin Jinlan's hanging stone was put down, and even a smile welled up in her eyes.

It's good to let my father eat and be deflated.

Receiving Lord Lin's anxious gaze, Lin Jinlan covered her lips and smiled, stepped forward and grabbed Song Lingyue's arm affectionately:

"Good sister, I know you should have a way without a silver needle, right?"

Song Lingyue looked sideways at Lin Jinlan, who was still smiling lightly, and pretended to be unwilling and said:

"Sister Jinlan, I'm all looking at your face, if it weren't for Mrs. Lin being Sister Jinlan's mother-in-law, if you were someone else, I would have asked him to beg me."

When Song Lingyue said this, she glanced at Lord Lin meaningfully, and Lord Lin's old face tightened, but seeing that Mrs. Lin on the couch had no signs of waking up, she could only bow her hand and beg for a long time.

Song Lingyue accepted it when she saw it, knowing that it was impossible for an old man like Lord Lin to say words of pleading, and it was already a concession to be able to bow to her like this.

"Bring pen and ink, I wrote the prescription, you go and buy the medicine according to the prescription and come back. This medicine is a bit troublesome to suffer, so I'm going to demonstrate it myself and then give it to the next people. Song Lingyue sat unceremoniously at the table of the Eight Immortals, with a steady appearance, quite a posture.

"Why don't you go to my study and get pen and ink!" Lord Lin angrily yelled at the little guy who was still in a daze and stared at the side.

Song Lingyue just pondered for a moment, picked up the pen and wrote down the prescription, and carefully dried the ink: "Follow this recipe to grab the medicine." ”

The little guy took the prescription and nodded at Song Lingyue: "The little one is going to grab the medicine." ”

Lin Jinlan watched the little girl go away, the handkerchief in her hand was about to be shattered, Song Lingyue just smiled slightly: "Take this recipe twice a day, three days if it's fast, and seven days if it's slow, Mrs. Lin will wake up, Sister Jinlan doesn't have to worry." ”

"That's very good." Seeing that Song Lingyue was so confident, Lin Jinlan's frowning brows could be regarded as loose.

"It's just that Madame is poisoned......" Song Lingyue knocked on the table, meaning something.

Lin Jinlan also reacted, swept over the servant girl Zhichun who was standing on the side, and said coldly:

"The chicken was raised by Zhang Langzhong, what about the sachet? My mother never used sachets before, she only crushed jasmine flowers and threw them into the charcoal fire to smoke her clothes. Zhichun, you and Zhiqiu are both serving in front of my mother, which of you did it? ”

"Slaves, slaves don't know." Zhichun's eyes wandered, and he didn't even dare to look at Lin Jinlan's face.

Lin Jinlan snorted coldly:

"Zhiqiu said that her mother was sick and went home to visit, and her mother allowed her to take three days of family leave, and I remember that it was at that time that the sachet appeared in my mother's room.

Zhichun, aren't you still telling the truth? How my mother treats you on weekdays, you should know in your heart, how can you do such a betrayal of the Lord! If you don't tell the truth, I'll have to call Ya Po to sell you!" ”

Lin Jinlan stepped forward and condescendingly looked at Zhichun in front of her, where could Zhichun withstand Lin Jinlan's scrutiny, and fell to her knees with a thud, shaking like chaff.

"Miss, the slave is willing to tell the truth." Zhichun fell to the ground, his eyes red, "Yes, it's Zhang Langzhong." ”

Lin Jinlan and Lord Lin glanced at each other, both shocked.

"That day, Zhang Langzhong called the slave out after telling his wife that he wanted to use chicken soup to warm up." Zhichun said this, tears had poured out, "The sachet was given by Zhang Langzhong, he said that it was equipped with soothing medicinal herbs, and it was hung in Mrs. 's tent, and the aroma release would calm and concentrate, and Mrs. could sleep more peacefully at night." ”

Zhichun kowtowed to Lin Jinlan and Lord Lin like a desperate bang, and tears were pitiful on her eyelashes: "The slave maid believed it, thinking that Mrs. always couldn't sleep well, so she secretly hung the sachet in the tent, and Mrs. liked it very much." The slave really didn't know that Zhang Langzhong had such a vicious mind and wanted to return his wife! Master, Miss, the slave and maid are wronged, and the slave and maid are also deceived! ”

Lord Lin's face was gloomy and his brows were furrowed, he glanced at Lin Jinlan, his thin lips pursed as if he was already angry: "What a Zhang Langzhong, he dares to assassinate Madame!" ”

Lord Lin's eyes were full of murderous chills, and his fingers kept shaking in his sleeves. Fortunately, I found it early, but if I found it later, would my wife ...... Lord Lin didn't dare to continue imagining.

It's just that Zhang Xu would have the audacity to poison his wife? Or is there someone behind it?

Lord Lin shuddered.

Lin Jinlan's eyes were like electricity, swept the hairpin on Zhichun's head, and smiled coldly: "You really don't know?" ”

Zhichun's head shook like a rattle: "The slave and maid don't know at all, and the slave and maid are wronged." After saying that, he fell to the ground, his back still trembling.

Lin Jinlan stepped forward to help Zhichun up, and said warmly: "Maybe I'm wrong to blame you, hurry up." ”

Zhichun took advantage of the situation to stand up, but before he could loosen the corners of his tense lips, Lin Jinlan flipped his hand and reached out like electricity to pull out the golden hairpin inserted in Zhichun's head.

The golden hairpin was suddenly pulled, Zhichun suddenly panicked, and the green silk was scattered on Zhichun's shoulders like a waterfall, and Zhichun's face turned pale.

"This golden hairpin is so beautiful." Lin Jinlan put the golden hairpin in her hand and played with it, smiling rather than smiling: "It looks like pure gold, and this hairpin is also dotted with rubies, which is quite precious." ”

"Miss, it's just a gilded hairpin, it looks expensive, but it's actually a bargain." The expression on Zhichun's face became embarrassed, "Miss, you give it back to me, it's not good to have your hair scattered like this." ”

"What's wrong, you're going to be sold anyway." Lin Jinlan didn't let go of the golden hairpin in her hand, and her tone was as cold as ice.

Hearing the word selling, the muscles on Zhichun's face twitched twice.

"Can't you really tell the difference between real gold and gilt?" Lin Jinlan let out a sneer, "Just for a golden hairpin, did you turn your back on my mother?" ”

Lin Jinlan glared at Zhichun angrily, Zhichun trembled like chaff, and looked at Zhixia behind Lin Jinlan for help, Zhixia hurriedly took a few steps back, as if he was severing his relationship with Zhichun.

Zhichun showed a desperate look on his face, and crawled at Lin Jinlan's feet: "Miss, please spare the slave!" The slave maid was blinded by lard for a while, and she didn't dare anymore! Please, Miss, don't sell me, Please, Miss! ”

Zhichun's crying voice was so miserable, listening to Song Lingyue's ears made her unbearable.

Song Lingyue moved the corners of her lips, and was about to plead for Zhichun, but saw Lin Jinlan gently shaking her head at her:

"Sister Lingyue doesn't have to intercede for this maid. When her family fled to Jizhou, unfortunately her father was seriously ill, and in order to raise money for medicine, she had to sell herself as a slave, but she was taken by a bully and wanted to bully her to be a concubine. My mother taught her carefully, and asked her to take the money home to treat her father's illness, and even my mother gave her brother the money to go to school.

I really never thought that my mother's kindness and generosity would raise such a white-eyed wolf, and for such a little gold, silver and jewelry, she would be treacherous, such a slave, our Lin family can't afford it. ”

Lin Jinlan snorted coldly, threw the golden hairpin in her hand to the ground, took out a handkerchief and wiped her fingers with disgust.

"Miss......" Zhichun burst into tears and choked up several times: "Zhichun doesn't want to, but ...... My brother is about to get married, and these six rites have already emptied the savings that the slave has saved over the years.

The slave maid is such a younger brother, and his father said that he wants to see his younger brother marry a wife and inherit the family lineage.

The slave maid wanted to buy a house for her father and younger brother in Jizhou, but the slave maid inquired, and the cheapest house cost twenty-six taels of silver, and the slave maid did not have so much money.

Slaves and slaves are not willing to hurt their wives...... But the slave and the maid are short of money! ”

When Lin Jinlan heard her say this, her thin eyebrows raised slightly.

Song Lingyue couldn't help but speak first: "Why does your brother need you to pay for a house for him when he marries a wife!" ”

Zhichun said: "He is the only male in my family, and as my sister, I should buy a house for him." ”

"What about him?" Song Lingyue asked again.

Zhichun looked at Song Lingyue blankly.

"What about your brother and your father? And what have you done all these years? ”

"My father's health has not been good since he was seriously ill, and he can't do any work, so I get my salary back every month. As for my brother......"

Speaking of his younger brother, Zhichun showed a rare look of pride on his face:

"My younger brother has been studying hard all these years, no matter whether it is cold or hot, he always reads before dawn, and he works very hard.

Now that he has grown up, his father said that he was afraid that he would miss a lifelong event by concentrating on his studies, so Zhang Luo found him a family business. ”

"Your brother has studied hard for many years, but can he be famous?" Song Lingyue asked again.

The pride in Zhichun's eyes instantly faded, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "My younger brother only passed the township test. ”

Immediately, he clenched his fists again and said with hope: "However, I think that when he marries a wife and has no worries, he will be able to study with peace of mind and gain fame, and then it will be a good thing to shine on the lintel." ”

Song Lingyue raised a sneer, gently knocked her index finger on the table, and said unhurriedly:

"In other words, your father and your brother are basically two wastes who only want to be supported by their daughter and sister!"

Zhichun's face turned pale instantly, and the corners of his lips twitched: "You are not allowed to insult my father and brother like this!" ”

"Insults?" Song Lingyue sneered, as if she had heard a joke, "I'm telling the truth." Don't your father and your brother feel that the money is hot when they don't work, but they can shamelessly rely on the wages earned by their daughters as slaves and maids? ”

"My dad is because ......"