For several days, He Lingjiang stayed in the house and never stepped out of the door. After everyone in the house knew that she was fine, they also visited her in the courtyard.

The He family is also a big family, the grandfather of the He family has four sons, He Xiangshan, as the eldest son, took over the position of head of the family after his death, and it is the long house.

Changfang has three daughters, the eldest daughter He Yunchu is sixteen years old, the third in the clan, and will get married this year, as well as He Yunjia and He Lingjiang.

It's a pity that now the men in the long house are withering. The head of the family, He Xiangshan, has been sick for many years, not to mention, the eldest son of the long house is gone, and only one of the concubines born by the aunt is left, who is only ten years old this year, but he is suffering from a dumb disease.

Erlang Lord He Xiancheng and San Lang Lord He Qianli are from the aunt, after the two got married, they each had children, but they were prosperous.

As for Shiro's main He poet, he is the old son of the He family's grandfather, and he is a compatriot of He Xiangshan's mother, and he is only in his early twenties this year.

He has been pampered since he was a child, uninhibited by nature, likes to drink and write poetry, and has been yearning for rangers over the years, traveling around, and has not returned home for two years.

He Ling Jiang was inconvenient to go out, so He Yunchu and He Yunjia went to her room all day long to accompany her to relieve her boredom. The little ladies in the second and third rooms also come over from time to time.

A room full of little ladies chattered about things inside and outside the house, so lively.

He Ling Jiang sat in the room, but he didn't feel bored, he just listened to them, and he listened to them with relish.

Not only that, but she also asked the maidservants in the courtyard to tell her stories or what she had seen from all over the world, and if she told it well, she would give her a reward.

He Yunjia was surprised: "You didn't have such a good temperament before. ”

He Lingjiang raised his eyebrows: "How was I before?" ”

He Yunjia pouted: "In the past, you didn't like to deal with the sisters in the house, and you either developed paints and painted in the yard all day long, or ran outside. Whoever wants to come to talk to you will be disgusted and noisy, and will be blasted out of the yard. ”

"Once Wu Niang came to chat with you, and when it came to the autumn banquet of the county guard's house, I wanted to invite you to go with her, but you said that it was 'boring' and 'noisy', which made her cry."

He Lingjiang was speechless: "I used to be so ......"

She thought for a moment: "Such a maverick." ”

He Yunjia glanced at her: "It's annoying." ”

He Lingjiang disagreed: "I think it's pretty good." I like it. ”

Concentrate on one, do not worry about miscellaneous things, do not perfunctory, do not compromise, and do as you like. This is easy to say, but most people in the world can't do it.

It's just, it's a pity......

"Isn't it, given your narcissism, can you not like yourself?" He Yunjia said.

He Lingjiang shook his head and didn't say anything more, just listened to the little ladies in the house chatting, and interjected a sentence or two from time to time.

Qingzhu and Qiongzhi were by her side, adding some tea from time to time.

Since the seventh lady returned home, she has never let people serve her closely, she has to avoid the maidservants in the bath, and even when she sleeps at night, she no longer lets people keep vigil.

The two of them were worried, but they had no choice but to serve carefully.

A few days later, Song went to He Lingjiang to see her.

After chatting with her for a few words and asking her about her current situation, Song Shi turned to say, "Ling Jiang, after dinner today, go and see your father." ”

"I kept it a secret from him before, saying that you recently went to Xunyang County to look for stones. But he hasn't seen you for eight or nine days, and he's been talking about it for the past two days, lest something happen to you. ”

Song looked at her: "There is no way to cover up the wound on the head, but when you bandage it, you can't see the depth, so you can say that you accidentally rubbed a piece of skin, don't let him worry." As for the neck, wear a vertical collar and cover it. ”

"Okay." He Lingjiang nodded.

He Lingjiang is still a little curious about this father who loves her very much, and even loves her a little connived.

It's just that he is not in good health and has been lingering on the sickbed, and He Lingjiang's appearance, the Song family is afraid of worrying him, and he has not been able to see him.

After dinner, He Lingjiang followed the Song family to the courtyard of He Xiangshan, the head of the He family.

He Xiangshan did not live in the Song Courtyard. He has been sick and weak for many years, and he is prone to coughing at night, He He Xiangshan is afraid that he will pass on the illness to her, and he feels sorry that his wife has to take care of the middle feed and take care of himself too hard, and it is not good to rest at night, so he found another quiet yard to recuperate here with peace of mind.

After the Song family dealt with the affairs in the house, he spent the rest of the day here with him.

He Xiangshan had also just had dinner and was half-leaning on the big pillow to rest. Hearing that the Seventh Lady was coming, her dim eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Quick...... Hurry up and ask the Seventh Lady to come over. It's cold outside...... Don't freeze. ”

He Ling Jiang crossed the threshold and stepped into the room, and the strong smell of medicine came to his face.

He Xiangshan has been ill for a long time, so he naturally has to take medicine every day.

Seeing He Lingjiang's figure, He Xiangshan struggled to sit up straight, and Song hurriedly took a few quick steps, stepped forward to help him, and added a pillow behind him to make him sit up straight.

"Grandpa." He ordered Jiang to bend his knees and salute him.

"Okay, I'm back." He Xiangshan pointed to the low stool next to the bed, "Sit here." ”

She looked at He Xiangshan's ashen face and sat down.

Only then did He Xiangshan see that the corners of her forehead were still covered with a piece of gauze, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "What's wrong?" ”

He Lingjiang smiled embarrassedly: "When I got on the train yesterday, I accidentally hit the top of the carriage and scratched some skin. The daughter was afraid of a scar, so she quickly put on a medicine and wrapped it up. ”

"You." He Xiangshan was a little helpless, "Be careful, don't be so impatient." ”

"This time I went to Xunyang, did you find the stone you like?"

She smiled and said, "The harvest is not bad, if Grandpa is interested, I will show it to you tomorrow." How is Grandpa's health these days? ”

"It's still the same." He Xiangshan coughed lightly, "Don't talk about this." Did you encounter anything interesting when you went out this time? Tell Grandpa about it. ”

He Lingjiang chuckled: "There are a few interesting things about this. As she spoke, she picked up some interesting anecdotes from her past and told them to him.

He Xiangshan listened interestingly, and from time to time he told her what he saw and heard when he was young.

It's a pity that he has been sick for a long time after all, and it didn't take long for his face to show a little tiredness.

Seeing this, Song said: "It's not too early, Lord Lang drank the medicine first, prepare to rest, and let Ling Jiang come to see you tomorrow." ”

She took the medicine bowl from the little girl's hand, and the black medicinal juice was hard to swallow when she looked at it. He Xiangshan was used to drinking, so he took the medicine bowl and poured it down, without frowning.

He Lingjiang and Song helped him lie down, and then he went out of the courtyard.

He Lingjiang looked at the back of the Song family in front of him, the night was thick, and the lights on the side of the corridor were swaying in the wind, stretching her figure long.

Thinking of He Xiangshan's disgraced face, she couldn't help frowning, this so-called illness is not simple, I'm afraid that someone else is doing it.