Although she would often hear this name in the next days of recuperation in the house, she didn't admit that she was so destined for this Fu Gongzi.

She just went out to meet her brother, who knew that she actually met this person in Qingfeng Temple.

The courtyard was full of snow, covering all the scenes, only a scattered dry branch sticking out of the snow a head, he was wearing a dark robe, standing on the stone steps, carelessly across the distance of a courtyard, looking at her who had just entered the door.

His eyes...... Vast and cold, dead and peaceful.

Like a very person-

Song Yige pinched his palms fiercely, forcing himself to walk up steadily, step by step, dignified and awe-inspiring: "Thank you to Cousin Fu for saving his life that day." ”

Fu Yanshan said: "The seventh girl is polite, but it's just convenient." ”

Raising his head, looking at the immature eyebrows and eyes of the girl in the courtyard, Fu Yanshan couldn't help but think of that day, he picked up people in the rockery, and the person in front of him was a small curled up in a ball, weak, and lifeless fell into a pool of cold water, with a little blood on the corner of her white mouth, but beside her, she really spit out a mouthful of blood.

Now the blood and water were mixed together, and the icy cold diluted the fishy air, so he only found her when he came out.

He had imagined what it would be like if the girl had opened her eyes that day, but he didn't want to be so shocked and amazed.

Even though her eyebrows were full of coldness, her eyes were like spring water, and she really looked like flowers and grass.

Fu Yanshan only glanced at it and looked away coldly: "The seventh girl is here to see Brother Song." ”

Song Yige blessed his body, and asked softly: "Yes, I don't know if my brother is better now?" Are you still awake? ”

"Awake, the seven girls can go in." Fu Yanshan said, "Farewell." ”

Song Yige turned his body sideways: "Cousin Fu, walk slowly." ”

After entering the house, Song Yige widened the cloak outside, and after the cold air was gone, he opened the curtain and walked in: "Brother." ”

"The song is coming." Song Yimo moved around the teapot and changed positions, with a rare smile between his eyebrows, "Come, sit down, don't get cold." ”

Song Yige walked over and sat down, and put together a cup of hot tea to warm his hands: "Brother seems to be in a good mood today?" ”

Song Yimo smiled and nodded: "It's okay." ”

After finishing speaking, he smiled at Song Yige again, stretched out his hand and flicked her eyebrows: "You looked at Brother Zifang just now?" ”

"Did you say cousin?" Song Yige said, "I saw it, as the nurses said, they looked very good, but their temperament was too cold." ”

Song Yimo said: "What is that called a cold temperament, it's just introverted." But there is a sentence in your words that is not wrong in the end, Brother Zifang's appearance is indeed good, and it can be said that he is first-class good. ”

"Brother's words are exaggerated, if you say that you have a good face, among the men, it should be His Royal Highness the King of Qin." Song Yige didn't know why, but he unconsciously compared him with King Qin, perhaps for the extremely similar eyes of the two, "If the two are right, the cousin will be considered medium." ”

Song Yimo didn't think there was anything wrong with her words, so he said: "Having said that, now that King Qin has left Jinling, it can be regarded as a taboo here, so don't mention it again in the future." ”

"But when it comes to good color, several cousins of the Fu family are all first-class beautiful men. If you are destined to see each other in the future, you will know. ”

The Fu family is a scholarly family, and the boys born to them almost all have a bit of a gentle bookish atmosphere, but for some reason in this generation, they gave birth to such an exception as Fu Yanshan, who doesn't love scriptures since childhood, but loves to dance and play with swords, but fortunately he is a son, and it doesn't matter.

It was to wait for the person to pass the weak crown, so he directly packed it and threw it into the barracks, and Huaiyang Hou went down to practice.

Fortunately, it lives up to expectations.

Song Yige just smiled faintly, but she couldn't say a word anyway, she didn't want to get married, but so what? Her father, brother, and grandmother would not have taught her to be so willful, let alone under such circumstances.

Looking left and right, Fu Yanshan is the best choice.

Sometimes when Song Yige has been for a long time, she will inevitably give birth to Xiao Yige's sad and sad thoughts, but she will not be like her, and she will wear this thought into her alive.

Song Yige's expression was a little trance, Song Yimo's gentle voice sounded in her ears, waking her up, she looked at Song Yimo in a daze, and smiled: "I remembered some people and things before." ”

When Song Yimo heard her like this, he also echoed his head: "Occasionally in the dead of night, I will also think of the original thing." ”

As he spoke, Song Yimo paused for a moment before hearing him sigh rather melancholy: "But I can only think about it in the dead of night." ”

Speaking of such a heavy topic, the two siblings fell silent in unison, only the crackling sound came from the brazier, and the spark faded slightly.

It was getting late, and Song Yige came out of Qingfeng Courtyard.

It snowed heavily again in Jinling, and layer by layer seemed to cover all those dirty and ugly.

The lanterns at the corners of the eaves swayed in the wind and snow, as if they were about to pour the starlight in the sky.

Song Yige was reluctant to go back to her Huixue Courtyard so soon, and took the maid to the garden to wander around, and took advantage of the moonlight to climb a few flowers that were already a little dying from the branches, and put them in her hands to play.

Song Yige held the flower branch: "Second sister." ”

Even if she had only Song Yige and Fu Yanshan cried a few days ago, she could only cry behind closed doors, how dare she really be like Song Hengbo, what kind of face did she give to this girl, after receiving Song Yige's salute, Song Jinxiu hurriedly blessed herself: "Seventh sister." ”

Song Yige chuckled: "It's so late now, why doesn't the second sister rest in the yard and wander around the garden?" ”

"After staying in the house for a long time, I inevitably feel a little depressed, so I simply went out for a walk, but the seventh sister has not recovered from her illness, and I am afraid that the wind will not blow." Song Jinxiu stood on the opposite side and replied in a regular manner.

Song Yige approached with a smile, and naturally held Song Jinxiu's hand, this kind of action made Song Jinxiu quite flattered to look at her, the cold wind came for a long time, and there was a little fragrance from the soft little girl beside her.

Song Jinxiu loved these smells very much, and she was happy to smell them for a while, so she followed Song Yige's strength to accompany her for a walk in the garden.

"I'm here to see my brother, when I went back, I saw that the moonlight was good today, so I simply came to enjoy the moon, who knew that I met the second sister so coincidentally, I think the second sister shouldn't be disgusted, and I'll hang out here with Yige, right?" Song Yige asked very politely, without the intimacy of ordinary sisters, but like the host's family facing guests.

Feeling the difference between the two, Song Jinxiu covered her eyes a little gloomily, in fact, she was not very willing to return to the boxy, narrow courtyard, looking at her aunt's face full of loneliness, and naturally agreed to Song Yige's words: "I don't know how my brother is now?" ”

Song Yige said: "My brother's body is just like that, it can't be said to be good, and it can't be said to be bad." ”

"Now Jinling is getting colder and colder, waiting for the spring to start in March and Jinling to warm up, probably my brother's body will be much better."

Song Jinxiu nodded in response: "Brother is not in good health, but you have to take care of it carefully, but don't talk about brother, seventh sister, you have heart disease when you urinate, don't because of your brother, so you will be affected by yourself." ”

"There are only a few sisters in our house, if you really have three long and two short, doesn't this cost your grandmother and father?"

Song Yige smiled slightly: "Thank you for your concern, Yige will pay attention to her body, if it is cold today, the second sister and Aunt Wan should also pay more attention, if there is any shortage, although you go to your grandmother to ask for it, don't be wronged, just like the second sister said, our Song Mansion is scarce, if you go to one or two more, I am afraid that there will not even be a little voice in this house." ”

The night breeze blew silently, and the snow fell from the treetops at the corners of the eaves. But other than that, there wasn't even a sound.

"yes." Song Jinxiu looked at the lantern in the distance and sighed in a sad tone.

The other powerful families in Jinling, maybe the back house is not as harmonious and safe as them, but in the end, it is full of people, and they all feel happy when they hear it.

It's like here, and it's dead and silent like a graveyard at night.

The corners of Song Jinxiu's eyes felt slightly moist.

Then the wind of Bingling Ling hit her face, and her face hurt when she was cold, but it was such a pain that made her brain swell for a few days and bring a little soberness.

Maybe her aunt was right.

How can the girls of their Song Mansion be willing to be concubines?

When she came back from shopping, her shoes and socks were already soaked in snow water, and her little feet were cold, so scared that the nurse thought she was cold, so she hurriedly asked Luzhu to make a basin of hot water in a wooden basin to scald her feet, not to mention, and asked the people in the small kitchen to boil ginger syrup for her, saying what to say about the cold.

Song Yige couldn't bear to brush her mind, so he did everything correctly.

She leaned on the side of the bed, and Lu Zhu squatted at her feet, pressing the acupuncture points on the soles of her feet for her: "Girl, it's so cold outside, don't be so willful in the future, if you are sick again, it will be bad." ”

Song Yige responded absentmindedly: "It's just that I don't seem to have spoken to my second sister like this, and I forgot about it for a while." ”

Hearing that it was the second girl, Lu Zhu had a little smile on her face: "The second girl is the most kind, where is it like the fourth girl, she is very fierce all day long." ”

"If the girl wants to get closer to the second girl, that's a good thing, there are only three girls in our house, and the slave and maid look at the girl alone every day, and I only feel very painful, our slave and maid, no matter how close to the girl, where can I compare to the sisters who are in the same vein as the girl." When Lu Zhu said this, he also said, "The so-called blood is thicker than water, this is not in vain. ”

Song Yige laughed, and didn't refute: "I don't know where you heard these words, this girl." ”