The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 801

Among the pavilions, Song Xieyu was making tea with a bamboo stick, and Song Xieyan was washing the cup with her wrist, her movements were slow and rhythmic, very pleasing to the eye.

Glancing at Yuxian who just came over, Song Xieyu quickly focused on the movements of his hands, his tone was casual, and his jaw line was smooth and smooth: "How is my second brother?"

It has been a month since I saw Song Haoyan last time, and my elder brother has already returned to the mansion, but he never sent anyone to invite her and Yan'er back to the mansion to discuss it, and she was too lazy to bother about Song Haoyan's mess.

"Doctor Xin has rejuvenated, and the second young master's leg has been saved, but..." Yu Xian hesitated to speak, and quietly raised her eyelids to take a look at Song Xieyu's face, and then said: "Lovely young master, from now on, I will only If you can practice literature but not martial arts, I'm afraid you will suffer a lot of crimes in rainy days..."

She just came back from the Huaiyin Palace and saw the second young master's appearance with her own eyes. She was really pitiful. He was a good young master, sitting in a wheelchair, his face was so thin that his face was so thin that his eyes protruded. It's like a ghost crawling out of hell.

I really don't know who the thief is, how could he be so ruthless, is he really not afraid of retribution...

Song Xieyu paused for a moment while picking tea leaves with a bamboo stick, and then carefully picked out a pick of tea leaves and put them into the boiling purple sand pot in the middle: "It's a blessing to be able to walk a few steps, if you want more Too much, I'm afraid it will be more greedy than snake swallowing elephants."

What's more, Song Haoyan's ability is so strong, it's obvious to all, even if he didn't have this bucket of water fist and foot, he wouldn't be able to take the path of a military general, and he wouldn't be able to go to the battlefield.

Knowing his son is like his father, the road that his father planned for Song Haoyan is indeed the smoothest road.

Stirring the tea pick in the purple sand pot, Song Xieyu's eyes flashed coldness, but it's a pity that some people can't change their shit after all, they are not satisfied!

Song Xieyan sat beside her respectfully, she couldn't fault the slightest bit of etiquette in every move, she was well-bred, her demeanor was quiet, dignified and elegant.

Song Xieyu half-closed her eyes in satisfaction, seeing that the eyes of her seventh younger sister were filled with the joy of having a young girl in my family, her heart softened, and she sighed sincerely, I really don't know which bastard will get it in the future The favor of her seventh sister.

"Forget it, don't worry about things over there. With Dad in charge, it's not our sister's turn to worry about it."

Song Xieyan's expression was focused, and she was not distracted by the conversation between Song Xieyu and Yuxian.

Yuxian also liked Song Xieyan very much when she looked at her. With Miss Seven's determination, no noble lady in the capital can match her.

Yushu came from the shore, frowning tightly, with a slapped face like a bitter melon, looking at the bitterness and hatred.

Seeing her appearance, Song Xieyu burst out laughing, casually put the bamboo stick aside, and teased her: "What? Who is bullying this? Look at this little pout, it could hold a water glass."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuxian and Song Xieyan laughed unceremoniously. Yushu was young and had a simple and straightforward personality. She blushed and stomped her feet: "Princess, if the mouth of this servant can really hold a teacup , that servant is no longer a servant.”

Song Xieyan put down the teacup washed with tea, blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes, and asked curiously, "Then what is Sister Yushu?"

Yushu pursed her lips on purpose, her voice was ambiguous, "If you can really put down a teacup, then the servant girl will have to change her name to Lei Zhenzi."

She learned it perfectly, with a playful tone, completely disregarding her own image, making the other people in the teasing booth lean forward and backward with laughter.

Seeing that the two masters were in a good mood, Yushu's eyebrows flashed with hesitation, and she finally took out an invitation card from her bosom.

"Someone from the Cheng family came just now, and they specially sent an invitation card, saying that it is for the concubine, you must show your face to the house."

Song Xieyu looked at the invitation card that Yushu handed over. The red invitation card was stamped with gold lettering, and the embroidery beside it looked like Suzhou embroidery.

Taking the invitation with her slender fingertips, Song Xieyu looked it over and chuckled, "It's still Mrs. Liang's handwriting. The Cheng family just got some happy event, so generous."

This Mrs. Liang is a leader in Suzhou embroidery. Normally, if someone invites Mrs. Liang to embroider a piece of clothing, it will cost a full gold. The Cheng family actually invites Mrs. Liang to embroider invitations?

This expense is probably enough for an ordinary family of three to live comfortably for a lifetime.

"I heard that Cheng Shilang's wife is pregnant." Yushu explained to Song Xieyu beside her.

Song Xieyu was really shocked when he heard this, and looked at Yushu in disbelief: "Cheng Shilang's wife is pregnant?"

Song Xieyan was also a little confused listening to it, and looked at Song Xieyu: "Third sister, isn't this Mrs. Cheng's wife Hong Meiyu, the daughter of Mr. Hong?"

Song Xieyu blinked, and gradually came back to his senses, picked up the fan next to him and shook it lightly twice, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Isn't it?"

Hong Meiyu has been married to Cheng's family for nearly three years, but there is no movement in her belly. It is well known that Cheng Shilang brought people home one after another. The couple always showed affection when they went out. There were also a few fights, and she was almost about to bear the reputation of a shrew.

Later, because she had no children for three years, her temper restrained a bit, and she began to pretend to be a dignified and virtuous wife.

Everyone in the capital of Cheng's family didn't know about this matter, and they all looked at it as a joke. Unexpectedly, since Lao Mu was pregnant with a pearl, since Hong Meiyu was really pregnant.

Song Xieyan was listening. Although she was young, she had also heard about Hong Meiyu's affairs. After all, she was a little uncertain. She looked at Yushu and confirmed again and again: "Is this news true? Don't make some oolong jokes." .”

After all, the Cheng family really spent a lot of money this time, if something really happened, the Hakka, the main family, might not be able to get down.

Yushu pondered for a few moments before carefully replying: "I heard that many doctors from the Cheng family have come to visit these days. They must be seeing Mrs. Cheng. There is little chance of making mistakes."

As soon as Yushu said this, Song Xieyu and Song Xieyan no longer had doubts about this matter, and looked at each other, both dumbfounded.

Song Xieyu took a celadon teacup, took a sip, and said in a teasing tone, "I thought that Yao Shengshou was good at speaking skills, but I didn't expect that he was really capable, but I underestimated him."

More than a month ago, the man surnamed Yao visited the empress dowagers at the Queen Mother's birthday banquet, and even asserted that if he took his prescription, he would get good news soon.

Previously, she thought it was an exaggeration, but she came to a conclusion too early.

Yushu listened to it, and suddenly remembered the scene she saw when she returned home, and said hastily: "When I came back, I saw that Dr. Yao's door was blocked by many senders of invitations, it was very tight. "

Song Xieyu lowered his eyelids, he couldn't see his thoughts, the corners of his mouth were pursed slightly, and his tone was soft: "This Yao Shengshou is definitely showing off."

(End of this chapter)