Chapter II

The silk and bamboo are pleasant, and the sound of fine music is noisy.

On the stage, the troupe was babbling and singing songs, and Mrs. Song sat on the top, covered in silk and satin. There was a little maid kneeling on the footstool, holding a beauty hammer, and beating it carefully for Mrs. Song.

The house was full of pearls and jade, and there was laughter.

On the wall, the Yaoding guqin, the Ru kiln beauty scoop on the long case offers several plum blossom branches, and the dark fragrance is fragrant. The big wolf's skin mattress was spread all over the ground, and a group of slaves and mothers-in-law stood behind Mrs. Song with wings.

There is a red coral more than a foot high on a round bench with black lacquer and gold with clay support, and a large brazier with gilt enamel stands behind a silk screen on the side.

The room is exquisite, and there is luxury everywhere.

There are treasures and fruits on the table, and there is also longan sent from southern Fujian. At this time, longan is rare. It's just that Song Lingzhi likes to eat, so Mrs. Song specially asked people to send it from southern Fujian.

The sixteenth day of the first month.

Today is a family banquet, it is rare to be comfortable, the old lady Song leaned crookedly on the natural arhat bed, let the maid pinch her feet and beat her waist, and glanced sideways to see Song Lingzhi secretly napping on her side.

Old Madam Song smiled and hugged the person in her arms: "What do I say, Zhizhi must not be able to sit still, she doesn't like to listen to the play, but she still refuses to go out, and wants to accompany my old wife." ”

Before she could say a word, a mother-in-law stepped forward with a smile: "Girl, this is distressed old lady, if she also follows the old lady to Beijing, I'm afraid this old lady will not be comfortable." ”

A room full of maids and women, flowers and brocade clothes.

Song Lingzhi slept confused, the weather was cold and frozen, although the earth dragon was burned in the house, and there were gilt enamel braziers in the four corners, Song Lingzhi still felt cold, she subconsciously: "Bai Zhi, I'm cold." ”

The old lady Song who was holding her was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes widened: "Zhizhi, are you unwell, why do you feel cold again?" Don't you have a cold wind? ”

Grandmother's caring voice fell in his ears, and Song Lingzhi's shoulders trembled, and he realized that he was not in Yilan Palace.

She woke up from her boudoir a month ago and unexpectedly found that she had a chance to start over.

In this life, she did not go to Beijing with her father, but stayed at home in Jiangnan to accompany her grandmother for the New Year.

Although it was the past, but in the winter of the Yilan Hall in his previous life, Song Lingzhi couldn't forget it. She was already afraid of the cold, but after that, she became more and more cold, and she longed to stay by the smoke cage day and night.

Mrs. Song smelled it, but when Song Lingzhi was not safe, she was busy calling the doctor. He asked people to add two braziers, personally brought a small hand stove, and stuffed it into Song Lingzhi's hand: "But it's still very cold?" ”

As he spoke, he asked someone to go to the kitchen to bring whitebait ham soup, the whitebait had been simmering on the pot, and the chai chicken and ham were added, and the taste was naturally delicious.

Song Lingzhi has had the problem of picky eating since she was a child, and with the protection of Mrs. Song, everyone in the house has always paid attention to her meals, and they are afraid that this little ancestor will be dissatisfied.

Mrs. Song smiled: "There are ginseng shoots in the kitchen today, if you want to eat them, let them bring them." ”

Song Lingzhi nested in her grandmother's arms and coquettishly: "Grandmother, I want to eat Babao duck." ”

Although the raw materials of Babao duck are easy to obtain, the method is a little cumbersome, first remove the duck bones, then fill the duck belly with purple glutinous rice soaked overnight, add ham bamboo shoots and chestnuts, wrap them in cellophane, and steam them on a steamer.

Although it is troublesome, the duck meat is extremely tender.

Old Madam Song only glanced back, and immediately a maid lifted the curtain and went out of the house, and ordered herself to go to the kitchen.

Old Madam Song held Song Lingzhi's cheeks and kneaded: "You are obedient, why do you suddenly want to eat this?" ”

Catching a glimpse of the green daisy under Song Lingzhi's eyes, Mrs. Song was surprised, "But I didn't sleep well last night, could it be that I went out of the house to see the lanterns?" ”

When the words fell, I wanted to call Qiu Yan Bai Zhi to come forward and ask.

Song Lingzhi stopped him repeatedly: "Don't do their business, it's because I didn't sleep well." ”

In her previous life, Song Lingzhi met Shen Yan on the Shangyuan Festival, although she had never been to Beijing in this life, she still had palpitations. Tossing and turning all night without sleeping, listening to the self-striking bell outside ringing five times, Fang closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Afraid that his grandmother would blame Qiu Yan and Bai Zhi for not serving her well, Song Lingzhi held her grandmother's arm and said, "Grandmother, when will my father return home?" Didn't you say before, can you catch up with the Shangyuan Festival, why can't you see anyone today? ”

This month, Song Lingzhi didn't ask about Song Hanyuan a lot.

When Mrs. Song heard this, she only bent her eyes and smiled: "If your father knows that you are thinking of him like this, he will be pleased." ”

Song Lingzhi smiled and said nothing, if it was true, she and her father had not seen each other for several years, so they were naturally worried. And the last time she heard the news of her father, it was Song Hanyuan who went out and met a mountain bandit, and was injured and sick on the bed.

Song Lingzhi drilled into his grandmother's arms and said with a smile: "I naturally miss my father." ”

Mrs. Song didn't believe it: "Are you reading your father, or are you reading the earthen ritual that your father brought you?" But you, a ghost, and everything you see in the book, will come to your father, either for the hot flame beads, or for the self-singing bell that can sing. If you discuss the pro-...... in the future"

Song Lingzhi's face was red, and he shouted in a hurry: "Grandmother! ”

Old Madam Song laughed: "Zhizhi is blushing? Anyway, grandmother won't talk about it, it's just that you have this temperament, if you really go to someone else's house, your grandmother is not at ease, so it's better to recruit someone at home. ”

She patted Song Lingzhi on the back and said softly: "Your grandmother has already been chosen." Your father was passing by Qingzhou and happened to meet He Ming's mother and son. Although his ancestors have connected with us, it has not been common in recent years. That He Ming is the adopted son of the He family, but I heard your father say that his appearance and knowledge are the best. When you were a child, the two families also said that they wanted to be in-laws, and the tokens were exchanged. ”

Song Lingzhi listened quietly, the He family was also prominent, but it was a pity that He's father was addicted to gambling, and the family wealth left by the ancestors was lost. He's mother had no choice but to take her son to the Song family.

In his previous life, Song Lingzhi stayed in Beijing, and only heard that the two families had returned the token. Song Hanyuan cherished his talent and funded He Ming to go to Beijing to catch the exam.

Later, He Zhuangyuan was inscribed on the gold list and became famous all over the world. It's a pity that he offended Shen Yan for the affairs of the Song family and was degraded to a barbarian land.

As he was talking, he suddenly saw a little maid hurriedly lift the curtain and enter the house, and said urgently: "The master is back!" ”

All of a sudden, the house was silent, and a room of people stood up arm-in-arm.

After the ceremony, Mrs. Song stood up tremblingly holding Song Lingzhi's hand, and holding the agarwood cane in one hand.

She smiled: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back, Mother Liu, are there any bad quails in the kitchen, tell them to keep a little, and tear the meat on the leg, it's good to be tender." ”

And he asked for a reward of silver, and a reward for the little man who went out with him.

Mrs. Song: "And this girl, she is clever when the master comes back......"

The little maid was originally waiting on the second door, and when she heard this, she hurriedly knelt down: "Old lady, old man, he ...... He also brought people back. ”

Before he could say a word, the faces of the people in the room changed in unison.

Old Mrs. Song is old and has seen a lot of the world, so she patted the back of Song Lingzhi's hand and asked the little maid again: "The old man took the Mrs. He?" The previous child handed over the letter, thinking that it should be their home. ”

The little maid's forehead was on the ground, and she didn't dare to speculate: "The slave and maid are on the second door, and I can only hear the commotion in front of me, and I am clamoring to find a doctor, saying that I have met a mountain bandit......"

Song Lingzhi was surprised: "What?!" ”

Before the words were finished, Song Lingzhi immediately let go of his grandmother's hand, lifted his skirt and ran out.

In the past life, all kinds of things are like landslides and tides surging into the heart.

At that time, she was still in the nine-fold palace, with high walls and deep courtyards.

I heard that my father was in distress, and his life and death were unknown.

Song Lingzhi panicked, and immediately rushed to Shen Yan's palace, wanting to ask to see Shen Yan. Even if you can't go out of the palace to see your father, it's better to ask the imperial doctor to see your father.

Bluestone Yong Road, the long palace road is not covered by the shadow of the trees, the sun is shining, Song Lingzhi is waiting at the palace gate under the scorching sun, anxious.

Separated by a wall, the green shadow is gloomy.

Song Lingzhi heard the silk bamboo flute coming from the hall, heard the light laughter of Yun Guifei, and heard the fun in the house.

Song Lingzhi waited outside the hall for three hours, but he never waited for Shen Yan.

……

The snow beads are fluttering, and the sky is like rubbing cotton wool.

Song Lingzhi ran extremely fast, extremely fast.

The iron horse clanged under the eaves, and Song Lingzhi turned a deaf ear. Wrapped in silver on all sides, like a powder wall.

Qiu Yan and Bai Zhi ran behind Song Lingzhi in their skirts, and they could still hear the voices of the two in the distance.

Song Lingzhi couldn't wait.

Walk through the verandah and over the shadow wall.

A person suddenly rushed out of the face, Song Lingzhi was caught off guard, hurriedly stopped his feet, and almost collided with the other party.

On a cold day, the man's face was covered with beads of sweat, and he was holding a bathtub with both hands, and he was about to scold when he looked up.

Seeing that it was Song Lingzhi, his legs were weak, and he knelt down to ask for sin: "Say hello to the girl." The little one accidentally bumped into the girl and asked the girl for forgiveness. ”

But it was Donghai, the little servant who served beside Song Hanyuan, who had just come out of Song Hanyuan's house, and the basin was actually a basin of blood.

Song Lingzhi staggered back two or three steps, only to feel that her eyes were dark, she held her forehead, barely stabilizing her body.

"Doctor, doctor, have you seen it, but is there a big problem?"

Donghai kowtowed: "If you go back to the girl, the doctor is still in the old man's house, and he says it's ......."

Song Lingzhi couldn't wait, so he lifted his skirt and rushed to Song Hanyuan's house.

"Father, Father......"

There are twelve silk screens on the red sandalwood shelf, which are painted with three friends of the cold year, which is a masterpiece of famous artists.

There are three things on the bamboo case, and the three-legged incense burner with white jade tortoiseshell animal ears is lit with begonia incense, and the aroma is dense, diluting the smell of blood in the house.

Song Hanyuan was dressed in a stone blue bullet ink rattan pattern cloud brocade robe, with a smile on his face, and he was laughing and talking with a person behind the screen.

Suddenly, when he saw Song Lingzhi breaking into the house, he was frightened: "Zhizhi, why did you come here?" ”

The father in front of him was almost the same as in his memory, and his golden bell and jade coat were hanging from top to bottom, and there was no sign of injury at all.

Song Lingzhi looked stunned, and kicked his round eyes: "Father is not...... Didn't you meet a mountain bandit? ”

She also thought that Song Hanyuan, like in her previous life, was injured and sick on the bed.

Song Hanyuan nodded: "It is true that I met the mountain bandits, and fortunately I met the help of nobles." ”

Behind the screen, there is a long figure, like a pine and a cypress.

Thinking of He Ming, who her grandmother had just mentioned, Song Lingzhi understood it at the moment, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she saluted.

"Is it the brother of the He family? My grandmother told me that I was fortunate to have my brother to help me today, and my father saved the day......"

The aftermath came to an abrupt end.

A person slowly turned out from behind the silk screen.

The man's eyebrows were clear, and his black eyes were like deep pools and valleys, unfathomable.

In his previous life, in order for these eyes to fall on him, Song Lingzhi spent almost all his efforts.

Is that...... Shen Yan.