Chapter 19 Chapter 19 How can the lady forgive her husband?
"Dad, are you awake?"
Song Siyun helped him up in surprise and kept asking, "This time it came back with such force, the imperial physician said it was an old illness. What old illness? Why have I never heard you mention it before?"
Grand Tutor Song hesitated, not knowing how to explain. He glanced at Madam Song for help, but after she looked away, he had no choice but to repeat, "An old illness is an old illness. There's no reason for it."
Seeing that she was about to ask more questions, he quickly held his head and shouted, "Ouch, I'm still a little dizzy. Call me when we get home. I want to sleep a little longer."
All the explanations were in vain.
Song Siyun looked at Madam Song eagerly, but before he could say anything, he saw her covering her head with her hands while she leaned against the wall of the car, pretending to sleep.
She looked around with a frown, and for a while she held her breath and closed her eyes to rest.
Gu Yanzhou rode ahead, parallel to the Crown Prince. As his horse swayed closer, he leaned over and half-jokingly complained, "Yanzhou, Yanzhou, did you know that my father is going to choose a Crown Princess for me?"
Seeing the man's sidelong glance, he elbowed him and teased him, "It would be great if Grand Tutor Song had another daughter. Then you and I could be brothers-in-law."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yanzhou pursed his lips, said nothing, and just clamped the horse's belly to pull a distance away from him.
His Majesty had always favored the daughter of the Song family, and had deliberately fostered a relationship between them long before they even reached marriage. Unfortunately, Song Siyun was too lawless at the time, often bullying Mu Jingheng to the point of tears.
Gradually, His Majesty became somewhat discouraged.
What really made him give up the idea was Song Siyun's words "unfaithful man" at the city gate four years ago.
Otherwise, she might not be his wife.
Thinking of this, he glanced back unconsciously. The carriage was jolting, and the curtain fluttered, lifting a corner. He could only vaguely see the other silk flowers in the girl's hair.
The bright yellow double-petaled crabapple is clustered with green leaves, and the flower buds on the branches are replaced by bright white millet beads. Looking along the alloy flower branches that extend from the red and gorgeous glass flower center and meander down, you can see the golden tassels fluttering in the wind, and there seems to be a faint fragrance.
It seems like you can smell it from far away.
Gu Yanzhou sniffed secretly, but his eyes suddenly dazzled.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the ends of the tassels, swaying gently in the wind, were dangling with grains of pearls and broken pieces of glass! It was as if the night stars had been crushed and hidden in the hair, making it impossible to look away.
It was not until the curtain fell, covering up the girl's beauty, that he reluctantly looked away.
This journey is really safe.
The hunting ground was hidden outside the capital, and the journey was quite long, so they did not return home until dusk.
Seeing the plaque on the gate of the Song Mansion, Gu Yanzhou reined in his horse with a low sigh, dismounted, walked to the front of the carriage, tapped lightly with his fingers, and called out, "Ayun, father-in-law and mother-in-law, we are here."
The first one to stick his head out was Grand Tutor Song. After stepping down on a footstool, he turned around and raised his hand to help Madam Song get out of the car.
As soon as Mrs. Song got out of the car, she saw Gu Yanzhou standing aside, looking inside.
She glanced at Master Song meaningfully, then covered her lips and said, "Ah Yun has fallen asleep. If you don't mind, let the driver take you back to the palace."
Gu Yanzhou was about to respond when he suddenly heard a voice from inside the car: "Mother, please don't send me back!"
Song Siyun leaned out from behind the carriage curtain, her brows slightly furrowed, and she complained with a pout, "My daughter hasn't eaten for a day. Not only did you not invite me to eat when I arrived at the door, you also urged me to return to my husband's house."
"Alas..." At last, she sighed again, supported Gu Yanzhou's hand and came down, with drooping eyebrows and embarrassed eyes, she sighed: "It is true that a daughter who is married is like spilled water. Her father dislikes her mother and does not love her."
As she spoke, she didn't know who she was imitating, but she took out a handkerchief from her bosom, pinched a small piece and threw it forward, then moved it to the bottom of her eyes and pretended to cry.
This left Grand Tutor Song and Madam Song stunned.
They remembered that their daughter was normal before she got married. She was a little lazy and indulged in pleasure. There was nothing wrong with her brain, so how could she become like this?
The two of them stared at each other with their mouths open. Suddenly, they remembered the rumors in the capital...
After a moment of silence, Grand Tutor Song pursed his lips, patted Gu Yanzhou's shoulder, and whispered, "I'll submit a memorial to invite an imperial physician to come to my house tomorrow."
"Father-in-law is worrying too much. Ah Yun..."
He lowered his eyes to glance at someone who was still pretending, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise. After a long while, he suppressed a smile and made an excuse for her: "Maybe she's too hungry and the gluttony has eaten her brain."
As the words fell, the soft sobbing beside him stopped.
He lowered his head and met a pair of angry almond-shaped eyes. He pursed his lips, suppressing the corners of his lips, and raised his eyes to indicate that someone was there.
Sure enough, the next moment she started sobbing again.
On the side, Grand Tutor Song frowned and pondered for a long time, hiding his worries and compromised: "Eat if you want to. Can your parents really give you a single meal?"
Finally, he said, "Come in quickly, it's cool outside."
Song Siyun immediately stopped talking and ran inside happily, holding the hem of her skirt, smiling and coaxing people as she ran: "Dad is so nice."
After he finished speaking, he shouted again: "Mom, are the golden peaches in the yard ripe this year? I want to eat the golden peach honey pot you made."
"It's too early." Madam Song laughed at her, "You're already thinking about it when it's only the size of a fist? You're such a greedy cat."
The person in front of her trotted back and took her arm, acting coquettishly, "I want to eat~ Mom, can you make it for me?"
Mrs. Song was helpless with her soft and naughty appearance, so she could only respond repeatedly: "Okay, when Jin Tao in the yard grows up a little, I'll make it for you. I'll send them all to you, okay?"
"OK!"
Song Siyun's eyes lit up, and he quickly responded. He then turned back to Gu Yansheng and said, "I'll let you try some then. The golden peach honey pot my mother makes is different from the ones sold outside. It's delicious! I guarantee that once you try it, you'll crave it every year."
Mrs. Song was so flattered by these words that she couldn't stop clapping her hands and jokingly said, "Girl, you smeared the honey you ate on your lips?"
"Tell me the truth." Song Siyun pursed his lips and leaned his head on her shoulder with a look of grievance.
The two of them walked in cheerfully, with Gu Yanzhou following behind them.
He never liked sweets, but this time, he was actually looking forward to it.
Looking forward to what she said...
Golden peach honey jar.
There is no rule of not talking while eating at the Song family's table. Their meals are always lively, even more lively than the illuminated streets at night.
But today, he was exceptionally silent.
During a meal, at least two people are distracted.
Song Siyun poked the rice in the bowl, frowned at Master Song, whose eyes were dull and brows were furrowed, and who was obviously distracted. He then looked at Madam Song, who was eating a few grains of rice, and realized belatedly that something was on their minds.
"You have a secret!" He poked hard with his chopsticks and made a firm conclusion.
The sudden noise startled the two men. Their faces froze for a moment, and then they laughed it off again.
Song Siyun naturally didn't believe it. He just tilted his mouth and watched them make up stories. At the end, he made a sharp comment: "Dad, Mom, you are really bad at lying. Next time, if you react more slowly and act more naturally, maybe I will believe you. But this time..."
He smacked his lips and shook his head: "It's really hard to believe."
"Tell me, what happened? Tell me and let your daughter give you some advice!" She patted her chest, looking confident.
In front of him, Master Song was silent for a while, and could only come up with an excuse that there was a heavy rain in the Yunqu Canal and a bandit problem.
The rainstorm affects people's livelihood, and the banditry affects stability. It is understandable that my father is worried about the country and the people.
But she really couldn't help with this matter.
Song Siyun's face fell, and he tried to comfort her dryly, "I've heard about this, too. The heavy rain in Yunqu caused a disaster, and many ships bound for foreign countries were destroyed. The emperor has already sent the Minister of Works to control the flood. You don't have to worry."
It was just an excuse, but after she said that, Master Song was really worried.
Although Li Wenxu served as the Minister of Works for many years, he was a master of calligraphy on paper, but he had never put it into practice.
He had read his early articles. Although he came from a poor family and worked as a minor official in the Ministry of Works for many years, he had already mastered the Ministry of Works' library and had the ability.
But there were many unexpected events related to flooding, and he lacked experience...
If Li Wenxu had not volunteered this time, Your Majesty would never have dared to take the gamble.
Another long sigh.
I just hope everything goes well. I look up at the moon and pray silently in my heart.
This dinner was a bit unpalatable.
In the evening, when the two of them took a carriage back home, Song Siyun was still worried.
He worried for a long time, and finally couldn't hold it in any longer and went to consult with someone: "What do you think, can Minister Li solve the Yunqu flood problem?"
After saying this, he continued to ask and answer himself, as if to comfort himself: "He should be able to do it. When I went to the Li Mansion for a banquet before, I saw the arch bridge he personally drew and supervised the construction. It was quite good. I think he has some real skills."
"This time, the flood control should be more than enough, right?" She looked at him, as if seeking confirmation.
Gu Yanzhou nodded and said impartially, "Minister Li comes from a humble background. He's a gentle and motivated person, and he's served in the Ministry of Works for many years. Although he lacks experience in flood control, the Ministry of Works' library is full of previous experience. Leave this matter to him, don't worry."
After hearing these words, Song Siyun felt relieved. He leaned against the car wall comfortably and murmured, "That's good."
Finally, she turned her head and looked at him with a smile, which was meaningful.
Gu Yanzhou was puzzled by her gaze. He picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of hot tea, asking in confusion, "What's wrong?"
The man squinted his eyes, bent his arms and slid across the table, most of his body lying on the table, with only his chin resting on it. He asked him, "Gu Yanzhou, I've noticed that you've been in a very good mood recently."
"What?" He tightened his hands in his sleeves, and the saliva in his mouth suddenly increased, sliding up and down his throat uncontrollably.
The girl in front of him, smiling like a flower, finally spoke, staring at him without blinking: "You can even praise people now."
"rare."
Song Siyun stood up, clapped her hands, and sat lazily in her seat. She poured herself a cup of tea and sipped it slowly: "I've never heard you praise anyone in the past. Even someone as outstanding as me, I haven't seen you spit out a single ivory."
The first half of the sentence was true, but he really found it hard to agree with the second half.
He quietly defended himself: "I was praised, but you didn't remember it."
The sound was so soft that Song Siyun couldn't hear it clearly. "What?"
The man slowly raised his eyes, his expression calm, and spoke slowly in the moonlight, "I say... Second Miss Song, you have a brain disease."
"You have a brain disease! I think you have not only a brain disease, but also poor eyesight!"
Song Siyun was furious and threw a cup at him: "Everyone praises me for my intelligence, but you are blind and can't see it! You blind bastard!"
Gu Yanzhou raised his hand and took it steadily, then poured the tea. After she had scolded him enough, he handed it back to her, as if begging for mercy: "Take a rest."
The girl took it without hesitation, still glaring angrily: "Don't even think about getting me to forgive you for just one cup of tea!"
"What does it take for the lady to forgive me?"
Song Siyun thought for a moment and held up three fingers: "Write down three thousand of my strengths, and I will forgive you."
"This... is a bit difficult."
The man smiled at her, his eyes and eyebrows full of tenderness. But the girl couldn't see it, she snorted and cursed, turned her head away and ignored him.
The moonlight was bright, falling on the window sill, and only the girl's sidelong glance could be vaguely seen. The moon hidden in the sky secretly curved its eyes, then faded away, looking towards the Song Mansion, which was a long way behind them.
Inside the Waterside Residence, Madam Song was waiting in her room, pacing back and forth with a handkerchief in her hand. She paused and turned back when she heard subtle footsteps at the door.
Seeing that it was Grand Tutor Song, he hurried over and pulled him to look behind him. When he saw nothing, he lowered his voice and asked, "Is it hidden?"
Master Song nodded, feeling a little tired, and said, "Go to sleep."
The candlelight was out for a long time, and the person beside her tossed and turned, still unable to fall asleep. After a while, she finally couldn't bear it any longer and spoke: "Do you think Fushun has--"
"Madam," Before she could finish her words, Grand Tutor Song interrupted her, patted her and whispered, "Go to sleep."
After a long sigh, the person next to him took a deep breath and did not move again.
But I couldn't sleep at all.
In the darkness of the night, Grand Tutor Song opened his eyes.
There was sorrow and fear in the old man's eyes.
If King An really knew... what should he do to protect his family?
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