CHAPTER XX

The shadows of the trees were jagged, and no one whispered all over the ground.

A group of slaves and women knelt under the eaves of the porch, and no one dared to make any noise, for fear of provoking the displeasure of the master's family.

Mother Liu took the bird's nest porridge and walked into the house lightly.

The golden silk rattan and bamboo curtain were lifted, and the old lady Song was still sitting on the low couch, her eyes full of vicissitudes of life were dim.

Mother Liu quietly put the lacquered wood tea tray on the desk, and took the beauty to beat the calf for Mrs. Song.

She said in a caring tone: "The old lady should also think about her body, you have been sitting here all night, how can your body stand it?" ”

Old Madam Song slowly raised her eyes, her cloudy eyes trembled, and she stood up on agarwood crutches.

The daylight was bright, and through a layer of gauze drawers, a kneeling figure could be faintly seen under the eaves.

Old Madam Song waved her hand, and her voice couldn't hide the pathos and pain: "Let them all go down, it's enough to have Bai Zhi and Qiu Yan waiting here." ”

Mother Liu glanced back, and immediately a little maid went out when she heard the sound.

After listening to the movement of the small cracks, the people in the courtyard left one after another.

Mother Liu waited for Mrs. Song to finish her breakfast: "Old lady, Young Master He woke up this morning, and the doctor took a look at it and said that it was no big deal, and it would be fine if he was hungry for a day or two." ”

Old Madam Song rubbed her eyebrows: "I know, you send a few more maids to serve, if you want anything, go straight to the steward, don't fall into the root of the disease." ”

Mother Liu said "yes" softly, looked around left and right, and suddenly leaned over to approach Mrs. Song, and said a word or two.

Old Madam Song's face was full of shock: "Is this true? ”

Mother Liu bowed her head: "It's true, Gongzi He personally said it to the old slave." ”

The daylight melted and fell lightly on the couch near the window. After a while, Fang heard Old Madam Song whisper in a low voice: "He is not a self-defeating person, he still thinks about Wei Ziyuan's child, and he doesn't take the credit." ”

Mother Liu leaned over: "No, if Gongzi He doesn't say it, we don't know." I think it is because the old lady is kind-hearted, and she eats fasting and recites Buddha on weekdays, so she meets good people, and our girl can also turn evil into good fortune. ”

Halfway through her words, Mrs. Song burst into tears: "I hope so, I just ask for our branches to be safe, and the others don't dare to think about it." ”

Song Lingzhi was still unconscious, and the woman was lying quietly on the Luohan bed, with no blood on her face.

There were still residual tears in the corners of her eyes, seeing Song Lingzhi like this, Mrs. Song couldn't help crying again, and Mother Liu was relieved: "Old lady, don't worry, maybe the doctor can't do it, and deliberately says heavy things to bluff us." Besides, the old slave dared to say that Gongzi He already had a marriage contract with our girl......"

Old Madam Song frowned, didn't say yes or bad, and only let Mother Liu accompany her to He's yard.

Since He Ming was sent back to the yard last night, he was not at ease, and he has been staying by He Ming's bedside, crying silently.

Hearing that Mrs. Song was coming, the He family was busy inviting people into the house, and ordered someone to make warm tea.

Old Madam Song waved her hand: "Don't be busy, I'll sit and leave." He Ming asked again, "But what else is uncomfortable?" ”

He Ming shook his head: "Old Mrs. Lao is worried, He Ming is in good health, but I don't know what happened to Sister Song?" ”

It's okay not to mention Song Lingzhi, but when she mentioned it, Mrs. Song couldn't help crying: "I have found all the doctors I should find, and now I can only resign myself to fate." I don't know which one of them is so ruthless that he ...... it."

He Ming was relieved, and then said to the painting boat near Song's house that night and the old lady Song: "The closest to us is the Su family." ”

Old Madam Song frowned and groaned, and patted the back of He Ming's hand again: "I will take care of this matter myself, you just have to recuperate." ”

He Ming lowered his head, and Qingjun's face was full of guilt and self-blame: "Is it He Ming's, he failed to live up to the old lady's expectations and failed to take care of Sister Song." And Wei ......"

Old Madam Song suddenly raised her eyes, and her eyes were sharp and cold for a long time.

He Ming was silent and stunned.

Old Madam Song whispered, as if reminding and warning: "Xiao Wei's kid is thoughtful, you and I must not live up to his good intentions." Don't forget, you were the one who brought the girl ashore last night. ”

The daylight is long, silently staying at the fingertips.

He Ming narrowed his eyes and did not raise his head for a long time. After a long time, Fang heard him say in a low voice: "Yes." ”

The sun shadow is horizontal, and the bamboo shadow is swaying under the eaves.

Mother Liu helped Mrs. Song back to the room to rest: "Gongzi He is sincere and kind-hearted, and he always cares about the safety of Wei Ziyuan's child, and it is not in vain that the old lady values him in the past." ”

Old Madam Song nodded approvingly: "It is indeed a good one, if we are ...... branches"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw the little maid on the second door hurriedly running over: "Old lady, someone from the Su family has come, saying that she is looking for our family's Xiao Wei steward, and now she is sending someone back." ”

…… Su family.

He Ming mentioned that the closest to the painting boat at home was the Su family.

Old Madam Song and Mother Liu glanced at each other, but she quietly withdrew her gaze, and only ordered someone to prepare a generous gift to send to the Su family, and ordered the doctor to go to Wei Ziyuan's room.

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For several days, Song Lingzhi never woke up, and the house was gloomy.

The bell of Jinming Temple is silent, a few drops of rain fall in the morning, the moss pine is green, and the smoke and rain are hazy.

Under the eaves of the ebony corridor, the eaves bell is tied at the corner of the eaves, swaying with the wind.

Holding a lacquered wooden tea tray in both hands, Xiao Shami quietly offered the guests a unique pastry from Jiangnan, and then quietly left.

The sound of rain was dripping, wetting the bamboo shadows.

There are various kinds of tea whisks and tea cups on the tea table. Xiangfei's bamboo curtain was half rolled, and the two played against each other with the sound of rain.

Shen Yan was wearing a Xuanqing round-necked robe, the white son was twisted on his fingertips, and occasionally the rain was blowing, and the swaying bamboo shadow blocked the corner of the chessboard.

There are no regrets.

Bai Zi fell, and immediately won a chuckle on the other side, the old man was still as he saw last time, with a gray monk's robe and a string of Bodhi Buddha beads twisted around his wrist, and his voice was soft and slow.

"The donor has won again."

The chessboard only sees whites, but not sunspots.

Shen Yan was unmoved, pretending not to hear the monk's voice.

The Master of Clearance didn't care, and only smiled and asked Xiao Shami to take away the chessboard.

Jinming Temple stands against the mountain, the green mountains are round, there are layers of rain curtains, the clear rain rolls down along the eaves corners, and the azure canopy does not see the slightest light,

The old man stood with his hands behind his back and sighed for a long time: "Yesterday, Mrs. Song came to the temple in the rain to pray for her granddaughter. ”

Mrs. Song was anxious to protect her grandson, and added thousands of taels of sesame oil money to Song Lingzhi.

and recruit geniuses and famous doctors from all over the world, if they can save Song Lingzhi's life, they will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold.

These days, there is an endless stream of famous doctors who come to the Song Mansion, but Song Lingzhi has not improved in any way, and his pulse is not as good as day by day.

Master Jingkong raised his head and sighed, looking at Shen Yan and pointing: "I don't know where Old Madam Song got the Soul Resurrection Pill, she is willing to scatter most of her family wealth, and she is only willing to exchange for a Soul Resurrection Pill." ”

Shen Yan lowered his eyes and was silent.

The green jade fingers between his fingers were shiny, and the lustrous jade fell into Shen Yan's indifferent eyes.

Song Lingzhi's life and death are now uncertain, and the Song family is also calm, and they have never communicated with the one in the middle palace.

The rain was cold and cold, Shen Yan raised his head, his eyes crossed the rain curtain, the green pines in the courtyard caressed the eaves, and the wind was rustling.

The sky swirled for a while, and the eyes were black, and the ebony eaves were blurred in the rain curtain, and the headache was cracking.

Shen Yan seemed to hear someone kowtowing, her black hair covered her face, dripping with blood, and the woman wore the palace maid's regular clothes, prostrating herself to the ground. The rain washed away the mottled blood stains on the platform.

Shen Yan heard her call her Majesty, and heard her begging her to save her mother.

Shen Yan's eyebrows furrowed, which palace maid was that, how could she be so bold and call him Your Majesty.

Rainy and foggy, Shen Yan stretched out his hand, wanting to let people pull the palace maid away, so that he could see his true face.

There is an attendant who takes the first step, stretching and dragging. The rain was dripping, and the blood stains on the palace maid's face slipped down the rain.

That face turned out to be ...... Angelica dahurica.

The maid on Song Lingzhi's side.

Shen Yan was stunned, staring at his round eyes and never returning to his senses for a long time.

The ebony eaves in front of him are still the same, but the palace maid has disappeared.

The spring rain is continuous, and the cold is unexpectedly steep.

Master Jingkong clasped his hands together: "Be forgiving and forgiving, and the girl of the Song family has never offended you, or don't ......"

"How does Uncle Huang know that she has never offended me?" The rain curtain was cold, Shen Yan rubbed his eyebrows and chuckled two or three times.

Every time he is dizzy, what he sees is related to Song Lingzhi, he doesn't believe that this is a coincidence, he didn't die at the bottom of the river because Song Lingzhi had a big life.

Qingyu held her fingers in her palm, and saw Yue Xu hurrying from the front yard, wet with rain.

He leaned over and whispered in Shen Yan's ear: "Master, someone just gave the Song family the Soul Restoration Pill." ”

Shen Yan raised his eyes carelessly.

Yue Xu whispered: "My subordinates have carefully identified it, it is the Falling Immortal Pill, not the Soul Restoration Pill." ”

The color and taste of the falling elixir are the same as those of the Soul Rejuvenation Pill, but one is killed and the other is saved. If it weren't for Yue Xu's use of poison, he wouldn't have recognized it at a glance.

Taking the falling elixir, the light person is in pain, like falling into an ice cave, life is better than death. The heavy one is dying.

Shen Yan's eyes were dull, obscure, and his heart ached.

The falling elixir turned out to be the falling elixir.

Yue Xu on his side had a solemn face: "Master, you can ask your subordinates to remind ......"

If he told Mrs. Song at this time, the other party would be grateful to Shen Yan.

The courtyard was silent, except for the sound of rain.

After a while, Fang heard Shen Yan say softly: "No need." ”

He smiled and looked at the Master of Clearance.

"I heard that Uncle Huang knows astronomy and geography, and he is a god operator who is famous all over the world."

"Why don't you help Song Lingzhi calculate a hexagram and see how long she can live."