Chapter 512: The first sprout can be saved, but the pus will be dead
Immediately afterwards, a group of ladies and young ladies who came out behind Song Yuntang saw with their own eyes Xu Qingye helping Song Yuntang onto the carriage, with expressions of surprise, envy, or curiosity on their faces.
Everyone in Beijing has heard of the good reputation of this new number one scholar.
He has a calm personality, extraordinary talent and is highly regarded by Your Majesty.
In addition, he never drank and had fun with officials, nor did he form cliques. After work, he would find excuses to cancel various gatherings and go home to reunite with his wife and children.
Besides his wife, there was no other concubine in his family.
He is a very special existence in Beijing.
He is like an invisible person in his style. There are many people with higher positions than him, but he can't be ignored at all.
After the man helped Song Yuntang onto the carriage, he noticed the gazes of the ladies at the gate of the prime minister's residence. He turned around and nodded slightly to everyone, then turned around and got into the carriage, and told Gui Ping and Xia Ning to drive the carriage away.
Everyone watched the carriage go away before they reacted and said goodbye to Tang Wanhua and left.
Zhuang Zihan looked at the Xu family's carriage going away with an unwilling look on her face.
It's so rare to meet such a kind and gentle man with good conduct. It would be great if we weren't married yet!
That Song was just a country woman, who was somewhat pretty in appearance. She had no power or influence and was really not worthy of Xu Qingye.
Most officials in the capital have concubines, but she doesn't mind sharing a husband with others.
If he could convince her to persuade Xu Qingye to demote his wife to a concubine and then marry her in a sedan chair carried by eight people, then the prime minister's mansion would surely be able to give him greater help.
After the first month of next year, the Great Xia Dynasty will hold a five-year beauty contest. If she doesn't want to enter the palace, she'd better hurry up.
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In the carriage, Xu Qingye sat next to Song Yuntang, holding a cake in his hand. He watched her eat three pieces of steamed jade cakes in succession and couldn't help asking, "Didn't the Prime Minister's Mansion prepare any food for you?"
Song Yuntang puffed out one cheek.
"We did prepare it later, but Madam Yan suddenly got sick. You arrived after she recovered, and we didn't have time to eat."
Xu Qingye looked at her.
"I don't participate in the party struggles in the capital. If you don't want to participate in these banquets in the future, just find an excuse to postpone them, so as not to be wronged outside."
"If we stay in the capital for a long time, we can't stay at home forever." Song Yuntang swallowed the food in his mouth. "We have no experience today. We will know what to prepare in advance in the future."
The previous idea was to find an official post outside the capital after serving in the capital for half a year, but being sent to a post outside the capital also requires an opportunity. According to the current emperor's high regard for Xu Qingye, he probably will not be released in the near future.
A look of helplessness flashed across Xu Qingye's face.
"You really are...more courageous than ever."
Seeing that she seemed to have finished eating, he rewrapped the pastry and put it aside, then took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the pastry crumbs and oil stains off her hands.
The man moved neither hurriedly nor slowly, and his expression was neither arrogant nor impatient.
When Song Yuntang saw this, he felt his heart calm down as well.
"It's actually not bad. You just need to get used to it in the early stage, and it will be fine in the future. I can't just watch you busy with the affairs of the Hanlin Academy and then turn around to deal with the social etiquette in the capital. Husband and wife must always share the burden together."
Xu Qingye put away the handkerchief, raised his head and looked in her direction with a gentle look.
"Right now, people in the capital don't know your identity. Maybe we can find an opportunity to reveal your identity. Then, anyone who wants to act aggressively in front of you will have to think twice."
Song Yuntang smiled helplessly.
"Before, I thought that hiding the identity of the county lady would reduce the number of social events. Now, you have been promoted to the Imperial Academy Lecturer in less than half a year, and with the invitation from the Prime Minister's Mansion, I am afraid that there will be more similar social events in the future." Then he thought, "Since this is the case, there is no need to deliberately hide the identity of the county lady."
Although making your identity public will lead to more social engagements, it can also reduce some trouble.
The Xiang Mansion is in the west city, and the Xu Mansion is in the east city, with the Imperial Palace in between. To get home, one has to go around half of the Imperial Palace, which takes nearly an hour.
Not long after the carriage left, Song Yuntang yawned.
Seeing this, Xu Qingye held her shoulders and lay down, letting her rest her head on his legs.
"If you feel sleepy, you can take a nap first. I'll call you when we get there."
Song Yuntang's lips curled up into a faint smile, he found a comfortable position in his arms and closed his eyes.
Xu Qingye reached out and stroked her hair. Seeing that she seemed to be asleep, he raised his hand, took off his cloak and put it on her.
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An hour later, the carriage arrived at the door.
As soon as the carriage stopped, Song Yuntang woke up. The first thing he did when he got home was to ask Qin Ju to find iron-footed general grass (also known as golden buckwheat) and reed leaves for her.
The second thing was to take over Hao Ting from Jiang.
"Hao Ting is obedient today?"
"I'm very well behaved." Jiang looked at her and said with a smile, "I'm not crying or making a fuss. I just might be missing you a little, so I just don't want to sleep."
Song Yuntang pinched his son's white, tender and chubby little hand.
"You can't do this. If I have to go out for work in the future, it will be inconvenient for me to take you with me all the time. You have to eat and sleep well at home."
I don’t know if the child could understand, but he just lay on her shoulder obediently and hugged her tightly with both hands.
The child's body is small and soft, and exudes the fragrance of milk.
Feeling his son's dependence on him, Song Yuntang's heart seemed to soften a little.
From birth to now, today is indeed the longest time that mother and child have been separated.
Blood ties are truly amazing. She is not the only one taking care of the children at home. Everyone is involved, but her son seems to rely on her more.
The child lay on my shoulder for a while and then stopped moving.
Jiang walked around behind Song Yuntang and said in a low voice, "Hao Ting is asleep."
Somehow, Song Yuntang felt a little distressed for no reason.
Even though he was very sleepy, he still insisted on waiting for her to come back.
This child has a stubborn temper.
Seeing that Song Yuntang was taking care of the child, Xu Qingye called Xia Ning to the study, asked about what happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion today, and then sent Guiping out.
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In Yan's mansion.
After Old Madam Yan returned home, Yan Li'an immediately invited the imperial physician from the palace.
After the imperial physician diagnosed Madam Yan, his expression became a little serious.
He looked at Yan Li'an.
"Master Yan, can you please spare me a moment to talk?"
"Hey." Yan Li'an gestured to the outside of the house, "Doctor Sun, please."
Doctor Sun carried the medicine box and followed Yan Li'an out of the house and went to the side room.
He said bluntly, "Master Yan, Madam Yan's condition is not optimistic. You have to be mentally prepared."
Yan Li'an felt sad and frowned.
"Really... is there no other way?"
Doctor Sun sighed and said slowly, "I don't know if Lord Yan has heard of this. There is a saying about lung abscesses: 'It can be cured when it first develops, but it will die when it becomes pus-filled.' When Madam Yan first developed the disease, she didn't pay attention to it and missed the best time for treatment. Now her lungs are ulcerated, the flesh is rotten and the blood is rotting, and it has formed an abscess. There is nothing I can do to help her."
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