Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"Not at all," Song Tong said, tickling his lips, his face tenderly remembering the past. "You're crying so badly that the coachman has to go find something delicious to coax you, but the desolate kind of Chucktu. I can't see others, where can I find delicious food? I'll give you dry food. You two A bad girl ignores me. Still, I do n’t worry about going to find food for you alone, and you cry all the time. When people from Dali come to pick you up, you will cry even louder . "

"I handed you over to the guard of Dali, and watched your two little girls crying and their eyes were swollen. I was so sad at the time. You are still so young," Speaking of this, Song Tong took a slight lead lip. Stuck. Again. "Later, I picked two bouquets from the ground for you, and the two of you held a bouquet of flowers one by one. They got into the carriage of the Dali people and drifted away. Then they couldn't hear the cry."

As soon as the words fell, Song Tong and Jixiang were both lost.

...

Twenty-one years passed, and then we met again. Still Beidi.

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The next day.

Taiyi came to Songfu early in the morning.

Song Tong personally led the Taiyi into the courtyard of the auspicious mother, and followed the Taiyi's greetings along the way: "My mother is seriously ill, and I also asked Taihuo to take care."

Jixiang followed, listening to his "mother", and could not help but red-eye.

Dr. Huo entered the dormitory and diagnosed the auspicious mother. Song Tong and auspicious both stood side by side, watching Dr. Huo take the silver needle from the medicine box and pierce the auspicious mother's back one by one. After Lang Lang treated his mother, Jixiang still couldn't bear to look at it. When he turned his head and pinched his nose to the front of the man, Jixiang realized that Song Tong was standing behind him and his auspicious face was sullen. As soon as he was red, he hurried out of the hall with his head down.

Song Tong watched her slender body disappear behind the curtain, and looked at the shaky curtain for a while.

"Master Song," Tai Tai Huo gave the auspicious mother a needle, and the auspicious mother went to sleep. Tai Tai Huo stood up and walked in front of Song Tong, and said gently, "Let's go out and talk."

"Yes, Mrs. Huo, please." Song Tong came back to God, and he was too busy to ask Mrs. Huo to leave the hall.

The two went to talk in the warm court. Song Tong poured two cups of Mengdingshihua with his own hands: "Mr. Huo, please."

"Thank you, Lord Song," Tai Huo nodded, took a sip of tea, and sighed softly. "Huo is not good in medicine, and I ask Master Song to forgive me."

Song Tong shook his hand and spilled a few drops of tea. He sat down slowly and said for a long time: "Isn't even Lord Huo powerless?"

"It's difficult to get sick for so long," Dr. Huo shook his head helplessly, and looked at Song Tong, and said in a deep voice, "Master Song should have prepared earlier. Can't endure Mid-Autumn Festival. "

Song Tong felt aching in his heart for a while, then nodded for a long time: "Yes, thank you Dr. Huo for mentioning."

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He sent Tai Huo to go out. Song Tong was about to call Auspicious to come in. He listened to the bedroom and heard a weak voice.

"Song ... Lord Song, please stay away."

Song Tong had a meal, and then he was busy tidying up his clothes. Then he entered the dormitory and walked to the bed. He respectfully said to the weak and aging woman on the bed: "My dear, what do you tell me?"

Since returning from the treatment of spring drought this time, Song Tong has taken a lot of auspicious attitudes, and even visited the auspicious mother more often. Yesterday he and Song Fu discussed the condition of the auspicious mother. Both were very heavy. Song Fu asked him a little bit embarrassed if he could call her auspicious mother before the auspicious mother died.