The farm cook is very prosperous

Chapter 71 Cold Poison (1)
The old man squinted his eyes slightly to look at Song Yicheng, and then a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he immediately returned to normal. Song Yicheng, who was blocked by the old man's veil, didn't notice, otherwise he would not have been so easily fooled: "Do you want to be fooled?" Let me help you push back the marriage? Or once and for all help you marry a daughter-in-law you like?"

Song Yicheng frowned, thought for a while, but still didn't understand what the old man was thinking: "What's the difference between the two?"

"Of course it's easy to push you away this time, but this kind of thing will happen again in the future, so..." The old man deliberately stretched his tone.

"I choose the second one."

"Okay, if you want to do what you want, you may have to suffer some hardships, you have to be prepared for it?" The old man took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it over.

"Song Wu, if things don't go well then, remember to give this letter to Chun'er." Song Yicheng is also uneasy now, he has to add more firewood for the final outcome.

"My lord, are you really going to do this? Master's move is too ruthless, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it then, maybe we can think of other ways." Song Wu asked with some concern.

"I also thought about it. This is the fastest and most effective way. I hope Chun'er won't blame me in the future." Song Yicheng sighed.

"Okay, you go down, everything will go according to plan." Song Wu wanted to comfort him, but in the end he didn't know what to say, and quietly retreated.

In the early morning, a man dressed as a servant stumbled all the way to the old lady's wing, looking flustered as if something serious had happened, which attracted the attention of many servants in the courtyard.

"Quickly report to the old lady that something has happened." The boy gasped and said.

"Early in the morning, what nonsense are you talking about? It's so unlucky." The little girl at the door was obviously a little impatient, so she reported the matter to Da Yiqing.

The old lady in the house was washing up, and when she heard the noise outside, she was a little hesitant, and gave Mei Xiang a look beside her.

"Have someone come in and answer." Mei Xiang's words came from inside the house.

"Go back to the old lady, the cold poison of the third son has flared up again." The young man knelt down and said as soon as he entered the door.

"Ding," the jade hairpin in the old lady's hand fell in response, and it fell to pieces immediately.The old lady couldn't believe what she heard just now: "How could this happen? Isn't everything healed? How could there be a relapse, what do you think?"

"Little one, I don't know, I just heard that Song Huwei has flown pigeons to ask his master to go down the mountain." The boy lowered his head and said everything he knew in a low-key manner.

"Mei Xiang, come on, come on, come with me, I want to see Cheng'er in person." The old lady took Mei Xiang's hand and hurried all the way to Chunyuan.

Song Haotian also heard the news and rushed to Chunyuan early in the morning. Seeing the old lady also coming, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "Trouble, mother is also worried."

"Stop talking nonsense, how is Cheng'er's condition?" The old lady was obviously a little impatient with these polites, and she was more concerned about Song Yicheng's condition.

"The doctor has been in for a while, and he will come out soon."

As soon as Song Haotian finished speaking, the door of the room opened, and the old lady hurriedly asked, "How is my grandson?"

The doctor looked helpless and said: "Young master's pulse condition is too weak, and the yin and cold air in his body is too heavy. I have practiced medicine for many years, and I have never seen this disease. I am sorry that I am powerless. I hope you can be wise."

After listening to the doctor's words, the old lady suddenly felt that her blood flowed upwards, and she fell backwards unsteadily.

"Old madam, old madam..." "Doctor, doctor." The maids and women in the yard suddenly made a mess.

"The old lady is mainly old, and she was stimulated for a while. I have already given her an injection to feel guilty, and she will wake up soon. Don't let the old lady be stimulated again." The doctor instructed from the side.

"I see, thank you doctor, Mei Xiang will take the doctor out for me." Song Haotian listened attentively.

After a while, Song Haotian saw the old lady's eyes turn slightly: "Mother, mother."

As soon as the old lady opened her eyes, her eyes were a little confused, and then she looked at her son who was standing beside her, and she put Song Haotian's hand on her hands and said, "Haotian, hurry up, help me up, I'm going to be a child soon."

"Mother, Cheng'er's life is not in danger now, Song Wu has gone to invite Taoist Lingxu, Cheng'er will recover soon."

Hearing Song Haotian's words, the old lady felt a little comforted: "Yes, yes, the Taoist priest is a master who will definitely find a way." With a long sigh, he said: "How did you say this happened? It was fine a while ago. Qin'er (the boudoir name of Song Yicheng's little aunt) and I were discussing that we would book a marriage for Cheng'er after a while. This child's life is so hard for us, do you think Yuniang will blame me every day for not taking care of her? Take good care of Cheng'er..." After speaking, the eyes of the old lady were filled with tears.

"Mother, don't say that Yuniang is going to blame me. It's because I didn't take good care of Cheng'er. You can rest assured that Cheng'er will be able to turn the bad luck into good luck this time. My son will send more people to look for it now. Invite Taoist Lingxu back as soon as possible. Mother, rest assured, take care of your illness and need your help to take care of the family."

"Well, I know, go find it quickly." The old lady waved her hand as a signal.

In Meiyuan not far away, Aunt Mei was listening to the report of her servants. Although she tried her best to conceal it, her slightly upturned lips still revealed her mood at this time.

Hmph, this little tuberculosis should have gone to see Hades 12 years ago, it’s too cheap to let you live for so many years, if it weren’t for him, how could his Xinger have fallen to what he is now, everything in this family should be The eldest son is the successor, and the old lady is also sick now, and the day when she holds great power is just around the corner. God help me.

"Mother Zhang, you did a good job. This is a reward for you. If there is any early spring movement in Chunyuan, you have to come and inform me in time, understand?" Aunt Mei asked the maid next to her to hand over a purse.

Zhang Ma took the purse and touched it, her wrinkled face smiled like a chrysanthemum and said: "Madam, don't worry, this servant knows what to do."

The Madam's call made Aunt Mei feel comfortable, as if the position of the housewife was right in front of her eyes.

As soon as Mama Zhang left, the maid next to Aunt Mei would leave the Chen residence.

In the other courtyard of the Song Mansion, an old man in green clothes wearing a veiled cap was playing with birds leisurely in the yard, while Song Wu next to him was anxiously circling around the old man.

"Master, when are you going to the Song Mansion?"

"What are you in a hurry for? You'll have to wait two days at the earliest."

"You don't know, the young master looks too scary now, I'm afraid he won't be able to persist."

"It's only the second day, why are you so anxious, he was fine for three or four years before suffering from severe cold, what is that?" The old Taoist was obviously dissatisfied with Song Wu's benevolence.

(End of this chapter)