Song Ting was sitting in the courtyard snorting melon seeds, suddenly sneezed, looking at a bright sun high in the sky, warm and burning eyes, seeing that she was about to enter early summer, but she felt that the cold around her body was pressing, her heart trembled, and she was vaguely so bad that something bad had happened.

Just thinking about it, Siyou, who was chopping wood in the kitchen, hurriedly ran back, still holding the machete in his hand, and shouted in a panic: "Miss, the master is coming in the direction of Lanting Garden!" I'm afraid I know you're in trouble, so let's get out of the way! ”

Zao Zao was also anxious when he heard it, "Miss, what should I do!" ”

Song Ting sat on the stone bench with a calm face, like a monk who was not surprised, thought for a moment and suddenly got up, took the machete from Siyou's hand, his eyes were resolute, and he said in his mouth: "So far, there is only this way." ”

This move frightened the two of them, and he hurriedly knelt down and hugged Song Ting's calf: "Miss, this is absolutely unacceptable, the master is your father's ......."

"What are you thinking...... Hurry up and let go of me, Siyou, you go to the door to block it, and say that I have a cold and can't stand on my feet, and I am lying on the bed to recuperate. ”

It turned out that the young lady didn't want to cut the master, Siyou exhaled, and hurriedly agreed to run to the arch to look.

Song Ting immediately threw away the knife in his hand, ran back to the boudoir, took off all his coats, climbed onto the bed and covered the quilt, and silently recited Amitabha Buddha, the Great Compassion Mantra and the Bible in his heart...... He raised his hand and stroked in front of his chest, muttering to himself, "Amen...... Bless me......"

At this time, Miss was still talking about some nonsense that she couldn't understand, and she couldn't understand the movements, and Zao Zao said weakly: "Miss, close your eyes quickly, the master will come in a while." ”

Song Ting covered the quilt over his head, covering the panic and fear that permeated the entire room, and after a while, he heard Siyou talking outside in a loud voice.

"Sir, why are you here?"

"Where's Miss!"

Song Cheng's angry voice exploded outside the window like muffled thunder.

"Miss...... The young lady has a cold and is now taking a nap. ”

The door creaked open, Song Ting didn't feel tense, immediately faced the wall, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but his breathing became more and more rapid, and the heart in his chest was pounding as if he was about to break through the sternum.

Song Cheng threw away the bead curtain, and the zero brittle light smashed like scattered beads like jujube eyes, so shocked that her legs were weak, she knelt on the ground, and her breathing suddenly changed: "Old ...... Sir, young lady, she is asleep. ”

"What do you sleep in the middle of the day!" Song Cheng was angry, he took the carriage all the way back, and met several passing people on the street squeaky and wow discussing Song Ting's fight against the eighth prince, how could the Marquis of Changping, who has always been face-heavy, tolerate this kind of thing in the house!

Song Ting buried her head in the pillow, only to feel a cool wind blowing on her back, and then everything she could sense in her afterglow lit up, she gritted her teeth and continued to lie on the bed, her eyelids were tightly cling, and there was no trace of light.

"Little ...... Miss, she fell asleep. "Zao Zao is not like Song Ting, he is an honest person, he usually has no experience in lying, and he is not very confident in the lies he exports.

Song Ting pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the movement in front of the bed, but his father was unexpectedly quiet, and he couldn't even feel his breathing.

Just as Song Ting was about to secretly congratulate herself on the unexpected work, a loud roar exploded in her ears, appearing to pierce her eardrums.

Song Cheng was so angry that he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: "Fart, your eyelids are still moving!" ”

Song Ting had nowhere to say sadness in her heart, and she was picked up by Song Cheng when she moved her feet, she couldn't hold it back anymore, and immediately opened her clear eyes and begged for mercy: "Dad, I was wrong, you see, Concubine Xian has already punished me." After that, he raised his hand that was wrapped into a zongzi and stood in front of Song Cheng: "What is that on me...... Punishment, just the one that hurts a lot of fingers. ”

"Well deserved!"

After that, Song Cheng carried Song Ting out of Lanting Garden again, and the people listened to the wailing movement and knew that it was the fifth lady who had been taught by the master again.

"Daddy! I don't dare anymore! Don't dare to do anything to the prince again! ”

"Daddy! Don't spank me, the last time the injury wasn't completely healed! ”

Song Cheng didn't say a word, but his face was as black as thick ink, gloomy as heavy clouds on the eve of a storm, Song Ting screamed for a long time and found that it didn't seem to be of much use, so he simply quieted down, but saw that this was not the way to the Ming Auditorium.

It seems that it is still a little useful, Song Cheng really doesn't plan to spank himself, so he rested for a while and started yelling again.

"Dad, spare me, I won't beat the Eighth Prince again."

"Humph! Then next time, will you fight the fourth prince? ”

Song Ting smiled and said, "Don't dare, besides, I don't know who the fourth prince is." ”

Song Cheng carried Song Ting to a secluded courtyard, this courtyard was gloomy and did not see any sunlight all day long, and the trees were as dense as weaving to cover the blue sky above, like a dim dawn.

"You've been here for a month, you're not allowed to go out!"

"Daddy!" As soon as Song Ting heard that he was going to be confined, he immediately grabbed the corner of Song Cheng's clothes and squeezed it tightly: "Dad, I'm ...... I really don't dare anymore, please, don't lock me up. ”

Song Cheng's thick eyebrows sank suddenly: "Confinement and cane blame for their own choice." ”

"Twenty more than twenty?"

"Sixty."

"......" Song Ting's buttocks tightened, "I'...... I'm going to stay here, and that's fine. ”

Watching Song Cheng walk out of the house, listening to the door being locked with a clang, Song Ting's heart sank to the bottom, sitting in the cold room, smelling the damp musty smell that filled the house, and the fine dust floating in the air was shining brightly by a beam of sunlight penetrating into the thick shade.

The Song Mansion is just like the emperor, the family education is strict, this room is specially used by Song Cheng to vacate to punish unruly children, of course, so far, Song Ting is the only one who can be lucky enough to enter here for the first time.

The bed frame was an iron-wood board as hard as a stone, and there was only a thin layer of mattress on it, which was harder than the bed he slept on in the temple, and Song Ting sat on it and complained bitterly.

The abrupt screams were especially loud in the dead courtyard, Zao Zao and Siyou found her by sound, and the two of them were lying outside and kept knocking on the door, "Miss, Miss, are you inside?" ”

"I'm here, you guys get me out of here!"

Zao Zao and Siyou glanced at each other, looking at the big long lock but helpless.

"Miss, the key to this grounded house is only available to the master, and we can't help it!"

Song Ting exerted all his strength to push the window of the flower branch with his hand, but it had already been tightly closed by Song Cheng when he built this small black house, seeing that he did not move in his two hands with infinite strength, Song Ting kicked the table leg fiercely, and cursed: "I really have no conscience, it is difficult to suffocate me!" ”

"Miss, you wait patiently, the third lady has gone to plead with the master."

Plead...... I'm afraid that this dead old man, the emperor and Lao Tzu's pleas will be useless.

Song Ting took off the hairpin inserted in his hair, cut a few cracks on the window paper, peeled off a side of the window paper, and saw half of the face of the jujube.

"Zao Zao, you go and grab a bowl of melon seeds for me, and bring some paper, pen and ink by the way."

"Yes Miss."

Xiao Cha was anxiously pacing back and forth outside the master's study, and after a quarter of an hour, she finally saw Song Yushi come out, but she was sad, looking at her and shaking her head and sighing, she knew that the old man was hard-hearted and would never agree to this matter easily.

"Miss, I think forget it, Miss Five's behavior this time is really impolite, don't anger the master, even Miss You are locked in."

The two walked slowly along the lotus pond, the moon-white buds gently floated on the surface of the water, the green leaves, the full petals layer by layer, as if they were brewing great power, waiting for the bloom of summer.

Song Yushi sighed lightly: "It's okay to be locked in, at least you can be with Xiao Wu, the house is cold and wet, how can you survive these thirty days?" Saying that, her eyebrows moved, "The master didn't agree to let Xiao Wu out, and he would definitely be able to agree to take a few mattresses." ”

Zao Zao took a stack of rice paper and pen and ink from the garden, wrapped half a bag of melon seeds and peanuts in a white cloth, and took advantage of the fact that no one was looking, secretly ran to the outside of the grounded house, and sent things in through the window paper hole that Song Ting had dug up.

Song Yushi's words are useless, Mrs. Tang saw this, firstly, Song Ting was indeed at fault, and secondly, Song Cheng did not want to use the cane like last time, so he simply closed his eyes and chose not to ask, but secretly told Song Yushi to send more soft mattresses and a change of clothes.

Song Ting saw that the only towering backer in this mansion had given up on her salvation, and it was probably no fun to want to go out for a while, maybe this was fate. So, dipped in ink, on the rice paper with a stroke of a pen to write down the famous sentence of the ages, the heavens will descend on the people, must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin to make chicken soup for the soul, in order to express comfort.

At night, Song Yushi listened to Zao Zao and was bumped into by Song Ting, and it happened that she had been harming Kwai Shui these days. She was worried and hateful, so she boiled brown sugar ginger juice in the kitchen and sent it to the grounded house, the guards did not dare to slack off an inch under Song Cheng's orders, if it weren't for the fact that the third lady was gentle on weekdays, there was no shelf, they specified that she was not allowed to go in, and Song Ting chatted for two quarters of an hour, Song Ting was afraid that her father would be angry with Song Yushi, so she urged her to go back quickly.

Song Yushi walked to the side of the bed and ordered the thick mattress sent by the old lady with her hand, "This is the one who can sleep, Xiao Wu, you can be wronged for the time being, and I will go and talk to him when my father's anger is gone." ”

Song Ting took her hand, "I know the third sister is worried about me, but it's okay to be locked up here." "Anyway, in ancient times, there was no difference where there was no electricity and no network, and she was used to the days of the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha. Then she remembered one more thing, and looked at Song Yushi solemnly, "Third sister, during my absence, the jujube and the four oils will be entrusted to you to take care of, especially the jujube, she has a soft temperament, don't let her fall into the hands of Song Yuxin and the two demon women of the Liu family again." ”

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her." Song Yushi patted the back of her cold hand: "It's you, there is no warm sun in this place, don't be cold yourself, it will be summer in a few days, and it should be better if the temperature rises." ”

This sentence inexplicably made Song Ting's nose sour, how could she have the illusion that she was beaten into the cold palace, hey...... In the end, it's all the same, but one of the culprits is the emperor and the other is the father.