What happened to Song Yan in the Empress Dowager's palace was not as Song Yan expected, and no one else knew about it.

Although it didn't make a big deal of it, the women in the palace were often bored, and finally there was such a funny thing, how could they not say it?

Gradually, it spread from the palace to the outside of the palace, and then to the ears of the Lin family, and the Lin family's face was not very good in the past few days.

"Miss, you said that if something like this happened to the eldest lady, would it damage your reputation?" Month by month, I asked worriedly, maybe it will evolve into the young lady of the Zhenxi General's Mansion if it is rumored, and it will be impossible to tell who is who at that time.

"It doesn't matter." Song Zhi said indifferently, picked up a small silver shower, and watered the flowers and plants in front of her porch.

After a few days, Month by Month, even that worry was gone.

Because Concubine Jia gave Song Zhi a blue-eyed white cat, it was born to the two Persian tribute cats in her palace, and the two cats were given by Emperor Shun'an!

Now there was another discussion inside and outside the palace, and Song Zhi and Song Yan were clearly distinguished.

She took a sewing basket to work under the porch month by month, but she was absent-minded, and her fingers were pricked by needles if she was not careful.

Moon by month looked at the little bead of blood on his finger and remembered the events of that day.

On that day, I went to the treasury of Gongzhong to get a little honey ointment month by month, and ran into Song Yan's maid Cuihuan to get snow hibiscus. Cuihuan was worried, and said, "Today's snow hibiscus is all fresh, and it is dried on weekdays." ”

Month by month, he pretended not to understand and asked, "Who knows if it's fresh or dry when it's boiled?" ”

Cuihuan was thoughtful, and she ignored her month by month, took the honey ointment and left.

After the hibiscus is dried, it will be less cool. If it's fresh, it's different.

Song Zhi did not instruct Zhu Yue to act like this, but that day Song Zhi was talking to the Lin family in Lexiangzhai, and Zhu Yue was also there.

Song Zhi and Lin suddenly wanted to make a little ice jade powder, so they asked people to take snow hibiscus, atractylodes, angelica, baiji, and white peony, grind them into powder, mix them with honey, and apply them to their faces for about half a cup of tea, and then wash them, and sure enough, their skin was a little whiter.

Lin is a person who loves beauty, so he was naturally overjoyed, so he asked him to do more and keep it for backup. The sun-dried snow hibiscus was used up at that time.

The blood beads on the fingertips coagulated more and more, and it was a particularly obvious red spot on the micronized fingertips. Month by month, she thought of the gorgeous moon girl flower, her expression was cold, she wiped the blood beads from her fingertips, and concentrated on doing things.

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"There you go." Cuihuan pushed Mingzhu with her elbow, and handed her the tray of rice without saying anything.

"This, it should have been you today."

Mingzhu was a little cowardly, so she had to take it as a last resort. Cuihuan was busy pretending that something was going on, and slipped away like oil on the soles of his feet.

Mingzhu had no choice but to step forward and knock on the door, calling softly: "Miss? It's time for lunch. ”

The house was quiet, and Mingzhu wanted to go away, but since yesterday, the people in Concubine Jia's palace came. She hadn't eaten a single meal, and she was a little relieved.

Although seven of Song Yan's body problems are pretended, three points are true.

"Mingzhu, why are you standing at the door?" As soon as Mingzhu turned around when she heard this, she saw Song Yao walking over with a smile, and there was no maid beside her.

"Second Miss." Song Yao was a frequent visitor to the Cold Autumn Courtyard, and Mingzhu was not surprised.

"What's going on?" Song Yao looked at the hesitant look on Mingzhu's face, and then saw the food she was holding in her hand, so she said, "I'll send it to my sister." ”

Mingzhu heard the amnesty, "Then there is Miss Lao Er." ”

Mingzhu helped Song Yao push the door, Song Yao stepped in, and she stepped on the carpet of cashmere long-haired Persia in Song Yan's room without making a sound.

She put the tray on the square table of the Huanghuali Luo pot in the outer room, and called again, "Sister Yan? ”

There seemed to be a very soft sound in the inner room, and Song Yao pushed open the hidden door of the inner room and walked in.

I saw that Song Yan's mahogany carved bed was covered tightly, and she could be vaguely seen.

"Sister, haven't you woken up yet?" Song Yao asked again, the figure behind the curtain moved slightly, and the shadow was not clear, but Song Yan still did not reply.

Song Yan felt strange, so she stepped forward and lifted the curtain to take a look, only to see Song Yan wearing a plain white undershirt and sitting on the bed with her hair scattered. The light in the tent was dim and blurry, and I saw Song Yan holding a rag doll in her hand, and she was stabbing the doll's eyes with a silver needle shining with cold light.

Sensing Song Yao's movements, Song Yan raised her head, looked straight at her, and smiled weirdly at her.

Song Yao almost screamed, but she was used to being cautious, and she also knew the stakes, so she suppressed her heart that was about to jump to her throat and said, "Sister, what are you doing?" Don't get it! ”

Song Yan lifted the curtain and got up, and threw the doll on the bed at will. Song Yao glanced at it, although the doll was poorly made, it still looked a little like Song Zhi between her eyebrows and eyes. The silver needle was still inserted in the eye socket of the doll, and Song Yao was uncomfortable all over her body.

Raising her eyes to look at Song Yan again, she had already brought the food in, and Shi Shiran was eating at the tea table.

Song Yao walked to the table and sat down, glanced at the bed again, and quickly withdrew his eyes.

"How does my sister do these witchcraft? This is the most taboo! Besides, why do you want to treat the third sister to her......

Song Yan put down the soup spoon and glanced up at Song Yao. Song Yan's eyes are very shallow, like a cup of lightly brewed tea, and this glance is quite ghostly.

"You're still teaching me a lesson?" Song Yan wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, leaned back, leaned back on the chair, she raised her chin and looked arrogant.

Song Yao lowered her eyelashes when she arrived, and she didn't dare to speak.

"If it weren't for Mother Zhao's more care for you, do you think you would have survived until now?" Mother Zhao is the nurse of Song Yan's biological mother and has been taking care of Song Yan, she just passed away last year.

Song Yao was also taken care of by her when she was a child, and for no reason she could, it was good to be able to keep the diaphragm and the diaphragm should be Lin's.

"I know that Zhao's mother and sister are very kind to me." Although the Lin family also assigned a maid to take care of Song Yao, they didn't care much about it.

Zhao's mother volunteered to take care of Song Yao, and Lin went with her. She also couldn't imagine that Mother Zhao raised Song Yao into a chess piece that followed Song Yan's call.

"I'm now the laughing stock of the capital. Are you happy? Song Yan approached Song Yao, although her voice was soft, it was extremely cold, and Song Yao trembled.

"How could it! My sister didn't dare to think so! Song Yan's words were really unreasonable, and Song Yao hurriedly argued.

"Think you'll be able to come out if I'm down?" Song Yan picked up Song Yao's chin and scraped the tender flesh on her chin with the long armor on her little finger.

Song Yao burst into tears, but she was used to Song Yan's moodiness, she bit her lower lip and could only shake her head desperately.

"You remember, it was my mother who gave you the opportunity to give birth, and it was Zhao's mother who raised you. Even so, you are just a concubine, and the status of your mother's relatives was mentioned to my father, and he raised her as an aunt, and you have to thank me today. Song Yan said word by word in Song Yao's ear.

Two tears slipped from the corners of Song Yao's eyes, and she trembled lightly and said, "I know, sister, I know everything." There was fear in his voice.

Song Yan let go of her hand, her fingernails left a red mark on Song Yao's chin, and said coldly: "If it weren't for that slut of the Lin family, you and I would not be in such a situation today." ”

Although Song Yao didn't know what Song Yan's foolery in the palace had to do with the Lin family, she could only nod desperately.

As soon as Song Yan remembered the embarrassing scene that day, her whole body trembled.

After she came back, Lin invited a respected doctor to visit her, which was naturally a good intention, but in Song Yan's eyes, this was Lin's ridicule.

The doctor didn't say anything, only that Song Yan should have used something cool recently. When everyone heard it, they thought of the cold incense in the Queen Mother's palace. This matter was pressed, and it must not be mentioned again, and it can only be said that Song Yan herself has eaten something bad.

Song Yan hated it to death, and now if anyone looked at her two palms, they would find that they were full of half-moon-shaped blood marks.

"You go to Ruyi Pavilion more often." Song Yan said coldly, "Coax her more, and she will naturally get closer." Song Yao froze when she heard this, and nodded slowly.

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"What's wrong? Why don't you look happy? As soon as Song Ling entered the door, he saw Lin sitting in front of the painting case in the room, the door pushed the candle flame slightly, and the beauty's face was clearly sullen.

"Hey, I'm just worried about Yan'er. When Mrs. Li came a few days ago, I listened to her tone, and it was clear that she meant to be a matchmaker for Yan'er, "Mrs. Li in Lin's mouth is Xiao Qian's," but as soon as that incident came out, I went to Manxianglou with my sister-in-law to listen to the piano yesterday, and when I met Mrs. Li, she didn't even mention it again. ”

Lin's beautiful eyebrows were full of worry, "If this continues, what can Yan'er's marriage do?" ”

Song Ling listened to Lin's words, thought about it and said: "Yan'er's age is not too old, it doesn't hurt to stay for two years first, and there is no hurry to discuss relatives when the limelight passes." ”

"Then what if this matter is brought up again when we are discussing marriage?" Although the Lin family felt embarrassed, they still felt a little sorry for Song Yan in the end.

"That's okay, just put more dowry and find her a young and promising Lang Jun with a thinner background." As soon as Song Ling touched on these short things in the parents, his thoughts became very simple. But Lin thought about it and felt that what he said was not unreasonable.

Song Yan is not as good as Song Zhi, Song Zhi not only has the Zhenxi General's Mansion but also the Lin Mansion behind him, no matter how he marries, he can't marry low. Song Yan doesn't have so much support, but there are no restrictions, but she can marry a little lower, and her life is simpler.

Thinking like this, Lin was relieved, shook off his veil, and was in the mood to joke about his husband, "These days, why do you go to your father every once in a while, do you miss him as an old man?" ”

Song Ling pulled the handkerchief and picked up the Lin family, "It's just some business." ”

Song Ling's words were unfinished, but he was silent. The Lin family was very obedient in this regard, and wrapped Song Ling's neck with a snow-white jade arm, making a pair of cross-necked mandarin ducks, not to mention anything else.