win the hairpin

Chapter 117 Sickness

After Song Huiyue returned to the hotel, she saw Tan Ran squatting in the courtyard with her eyes covered, as if crying in her arms.

She hurried forward: "Did you get beaten?"

Tan Ran raised his head, his eyes were red, but there was no sign of being beaten.

"Miss, it's not that someone beat you, it's that your eyes hurt from looking at it."

It turned out that Mrs. Song saw that her daughter disappeared like a bird without feet as soon as she arrived in Kyoto, flying around looking for Song Qinghui's whereabouts. She missed her son and felt sorry for her daughter, so she tried her best to find a comfortable house Xiao Zhaizi, let your daughter rest comfortably.

Early this morning, she didn't know that King Jin was also looking after the house for her, so she led the people out.

Unexpectedly, Kyoto is becoming more and more prosperous, and there are very few good houses to rent out. I feel dizzy, so I can only go back home early.

Aunt Lin was like a butterfly, lingering and forgetting to return, so Mrs. Song took Yuan Yuan back first, and Aunt Lin and Tan Ran continued shopping.

Tan Ran had never seen such a bustling scene before. Both hands were full of items bought by Aunt Lin, and her eyes were not idle. She couldn't bear to rest for a while, and her eyes hurt so much.

Song Huiyue laughed loudly when she heard this, and turned her head to Yin Xiao and said, "My eyes are hurting too."

She wanted to force Zhang Xutang out of his tortoise shell. As long as she could see Zhang Xutang, she would have a way to get some words out of his mouth. It hurts.

Seeing that Song Huiyue had nothing to ask him, Tan Ran continued to rest with her eyes covered.

Song Huiyue went upstairs when she heard Mrs. Song coughing.

Her heart tightened, remembering that as long as her mother was in front of her, she would always be in high spirits, maybe it was to reassure herself.

The current recipe is based on the climate of Tanzhou, and the effect may be worse in Kyoto.

"Yinxiao," Song Huiyue turned her head and said in a low voice, "Go to Xie Zhang's house and ask the good doctor in Kyoto. Please come here and give Aniang a pulse today."

"Yes." Yin Xiao turned and left.

Song Huiyue changed her clothes, put on a smiling face, and went into Mrs. Song's room: "Mother, I ate spicy fish soup today."

Mrs. Song was coughing badly. Seeing Song Huiyue coming in suddenly, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Aunt Lin was patting her back.

After coughing for a while, she felt much better. Song Huiyue took the hot tea from Yuan Yuan's hand and sipped it for her.

Mrs. Song sat up: "The fish in Kyoto tastes good too, do you have any money?"

"Yes," Song Huiyue nodded, "My lord invited me to eat. He told my starling to look at several houses on Caomen Street, and asked you to go and see them tomorrow."

"Okay." Mrs. Song felt her hand, it was very warm, and she felt relieved.

Song Huiyue said enthusiastically: "When the house is rented, let's build another wooden frame, plant some grapes and brocade, and buy a big water tank, which can raise fish and plant lotus in it. If we can Just plant a few big trees."

Mrs. Song saw that her chin was pointed a little bit, and the flesh on her face was also reducing, only a pair of black and big eyes, her nose was sore, and she touched Song Huiyue's head: "Okay."

Like a hermit, the daughter always likes to hide in the shade of a tree and do something quietly. Her mother can only do these small things for her.

She cheered up: "Tomorrow I'll go to see the house, and I'll go buy these things after renting it out. I'm here at home, so you don't have to worry about it."

She wants to build another stable home for Song Huiyue.

After a while, Yin Xiao came back, not only invited the doctor, but also Xie Chuan.

Xie Chuan told Song Huiyue not to worry, the doctor took the pulse carefully, cherished words like gold, and got up to leave after prescribing a prescription.

After Xie Chuan sent the doctor home, he asked, "How is it?"

The doctor did not use obscure language to explain Mrs. Song's condition to Xie Chuan, but only gave an analogy: "It's like a big tree, which looks luxuriant from the outside, but the inside has been eaten away by moths. The roots have been damaged, and the prosperity cannot last long after all, and all external forces can only be maintained for a short time."

After hearing this, Xie Chuan was silent for a while: "How long do you think it can last?"

"With proper medication, two or three years should not be a problem."

too short.

Xie Chuan sighed, thanked him and took his leave. Walking down the street, he felt sad and had other considerations.

He watched Song Huiyue grow up, and he heard Xie Zhou talk about Song Huiyue's two murders, and the fact that he was stabbed today. He knew very well that Song Huiyue had a side that was not controlled by anyone.

Mrs. Song has disciplined this fierce side, but it is not too conspicuous, and the prince can still love him so wishfully.

It would be a good story if they could marry each other happily.

With Mrs. Song around, Song Huiyue has both a compassionate heart and a thunderous approach. To her, taking care of the palace is a trivial matter.

If Mrs. Song is gone when everything is still unclear...

He also didn't know which direction things were going to go.

Still have to pay attention to a better doctor, just now this is the imperial physician in the palace, he used the prince's goldfish bag to invite him.

There are also famous masters among the people, and I have invited a few...

I still have to find out if there is a miracle doctor.

As soon as he had an idea, he immediately started to do it and asked Xie Zhou to write a letter to Pei Yuzhang. Pei Yuzhang has been an official for many years, regardless of the officialdom, he only talks about personal affairs, and he has many friends, so there will be news.

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Song Huiyue stood under the hotel corridor, the sky was getting darker and darker, the lanterns were picked out one by one, reflecting a red, red and white light, she was at a loss for a moment, not knowing where to go.

Yin Xiao wandering soul stood behind her like a ghost, and said nothing.

When Song Huiyue's hands were freezing cold, she rubbed her hands together: "We still have to have a home."

Without a home, people are blown away by the cold wind like fireworks.

After one night, Song Huiyue met Niu Xiaoni again by chance.

After meeting by chance for three or four days, Niu Xiaoni unilaterally regarded Song Huiyue as a close friend. Not only was he superb in gambling skills, but he was also generous, and he always invited him to eat and drink.

This day, after drinking a catty of wine, Niu Xiaoni's eyes were red, and he talked to Song Huiyue about his unworthy father.

This father did the shopping for Mr. Zhang, and he was conscientious and honest, but he didn't know how to make progress. Not only did he not know how to make a fortune, but he also didn't allow his only son to go out to find a way to make a living, for fear that people would catch him.

He has the ambition to get rich for nothing, but he has nowhere to show it. He even has to bet secretly for a small amount of money, because as a servant of the Zhang family, three generations of men and women are not allowed to gamble.

Niu Xiaoni poured out his bitterness: "Zhang Yanei is full of five poisons, but he wants his servants to keep themselves clean. It's really incomprehensible."

After finishing speaking, he drank a glass and said in a low voice: "I heard that Zhang Yanei was in Tanzhou, his leg was broken, and several people did not come back. Those people also have parents, so I wanted to ask Zhang Yanei, but it turned out Zhang Ya Nei didn’t even leave the door, and just sent two hundred taels per person, do you think you can turn ghosts around with money?”

Song Huiyue twirled the wine glass on the table: "You have to be rich and have power."

Niu Xiaoni gave a thumbs up: "You are right."

(End of this chapter)