Jiangnan Xuancheng, Wenhua Academy.

A luxurious carriage stopped at the entrance of the academy, and the maid helped down a lady who looked very dignified, and after she got out of the carriage, her eyes fell on the plaque of the academy for a long time, and then she walked slowly inside under the support of the maid.

They were followed by a group of servants, all holding things in their hands, either clothes or food, and some valuable pen, ink, paper and inkstones.

The group walked through the academy and came to the door of a small courtyard, and the richly dressed lady looked at the simple courtyard in front of her, and the complex feeling in her heart arose again.

Qingfeng Xiaoyuan, can he really ignore everything with Qingfeng on his sleeves?

Didn't he know that at this moment, their Song family had become the laughing stock of the entire Xuancheng after tea and dinner? As a member of the Song family, can he really abandon his family?

The lady standing at the door was Song Siwen's mother, Qin, who had come to the academy many times in a row but had not even seen Song Siwen's face.

Song Siwen only spent one night at Song's house after returning to Xuancheng, and then moved to the academy.

But their Song family can only be ridiculed by outsiders, but they can't say that Song Siwen is unfilial, just because Song Siwen was invited to live in the academy by his mentor Jiangnan's great Confucian master Zeng sent by him.

It was also under the teaching of this teacher that Song Siwen was known as the first prodigy in Jiangnan that year, and his reputation was so great.

However, everyone knows clearly that Song Siwen didn't want to go back to the Song family, and even when he met his own brothers in the academy, he didn't know him, so that many students in Jiangnan laughed behind their backs that the Song family let Song Siwen travel and didn't care about him.

Now that people are back, they are not of the same mind as the Song family, and even during the Dragon Boat Festival, Song Siwen did not return to the Song family.

Mrs. Song restrained the emotions on her face, and motioned for the maid to step forward and knock on the door, and soon, the door opened.

The one who opened the door was an old man, who was also the father of the Yang brothers, he looked a little old, but he was more like the grandfather of the Yang brothers.

"Ma'am."

"The son went out with the master, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while, does the lady want to go in and rest?"

Again, despite the disappointment with a hint of anger, she held back.

Mrs. Song looked at the old man and said, "This is his teacher's residence, since Siwen is not here, we won't go in, this is some things for Siwen." ”

Mrs. Song looked behind her, "Lan Xiu, you can bring someone in." ”

"Yes, ma'am."

"When Childe comes back, I will tell Childe that Lady Childe has been here."

Mrs. Song stepped forward, looked at the old man, sighed faintly, and asked him, "Is his body really getting better?" But where else is the discomfort? ”

"You can't just focus on reading, he is weak, so he still has to pay more attention, and he should rest more on weekdays......"

"There are also a lot of famous doctors in Jiangnan, if there is any discomfort, I will send someone to invite it."

She was very concerned on her face, but the old man sneered in her heart, if she really cared about her son, how could she be willing to let him be forced to travel at a young age?

When Song Siwen was born, he was running errands in the courtyard at the time, and he was indeed Mrs. Song's child, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that this mother and son were too different from ordinary people's mothers and sons.

"Childe met a miracle doctor in the capital, and he is indeed well, so he won't bother his wife."

Hearing these words was very unfamiliar to Mrs. Song's ears, the smile on her face gradually stiffened, and the subordinate who went to the yard to deliver things also came out, and Mrs. Song said: "Since this is the case, then I will come to see him next time." ”

"Madame, walk slowly."

Seeing the group leave, the old man returned to the courtyard, and just closed the door, the youngest son didn't know where to get out, and his mouth was indignant: "I thought about it when I saw that my son's health was almost better, why have I never seen her care so much about her young son before?" ”

"I think I heard rumors in the academy that Childe's articles are so good, who doesn't envy such a good son who can read, they don't know how to cherish it."

"It's a good thing that Childe isn't here, otherwise I would be sad again."

Song Siwen is so sensitive that he left home without a trace of concern back then, if it wasn't for the extreme coldness, who would be willing to leave his family at such a young age?

Father Yang raised his hand and knocked on his head, and reprimanded: "Don't talk too much!" ”

"I'm telling the truth......

"Go and put away all the things that Madame sent, and Childe can come back and report it, don't let Childe see those things."

"My son knows."

Although the things sent by Mrs. Song were very valuable, Song Siwen never asked for these, and now he doesn't need them.

In the evening, Song Siwen returned to Qingfeng Courtyard with his mentor Zeng, and when Zeng's master returned to the room to rest, Yang Dong told Mrs. Song about her coming to Qingfeng Courtyard.

Song Siwen had a shallow smile on his face, but that smile didn't make everyone feel good.

"Next time, tell my mother not to have to work hard to come here, I have been doing heavy homework recently, and I will go back to greet her another day."

The father and son of the Yang family glanced at each other and hurriedly responded.

Yang Dong saw that Song Siwen's mood was not high, so he hurriedly walked indoors and took out a letter.

"Childe, the letter from the capital, it should be Doctor Lu asking about Childe's physical condition."

Song Siwen's expression eased a lot, and he took Yang Dong's letter, which included Lu Zheng asking about his body, as well as Xiao Qi's greetings.

After reading it, Song Siwen had a shallow smile on the corner of his lips, but when he saw that the address to be replied to was not Lingyang Palace, but an unknown village on the outskirts of Beijing, Song Siwen suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Capital...... Is there something wrong?