Chapter 212 The Torrent of Destiny
"Hurry up and sit down. The food will get cold soon. I'll be waiting for you." Qiao Xianglan stepped forward and handed over a cup of fragrant tea, her eyes full of concern.
"Hey, eat, eat, eat. All of you sit down and eat." He first picked up a piece of boiled chicken with chopsticks and put it into Qiao Xianglan's bowl.
"Thanks a lot."
Qiao Xianglan was a little confused, but Song Lao San didn't explain, so she didn't ask. She just ate the food her husband picked for her, and the smile on her face became even more pronounced.
"Song Lan, try this dish." Song Lao San picked up a piece of pork ribs and gave it to his son. Seeing that his son had lost a lot of weight recently, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
Song Lan chewed the food his father picked for him, and his eyes suddenly turned red. Their family being together was more important than anything else.
The reason why he wanted to take the imperial examination was that he didn't want their third branch to continue being bullied and looked down upon by the other two branches.
Dad is sober now and wants to leave the Song family and separate. That's perfect. Thinking about the family being able to live an easy life in the future, Song Lan feels more motivated.
He was about to speak when he turned around and saw his mother and father flirting with each other and picking up food for each other. He felt goosebumps all over his body.
Dad and Mom are already grown up, why don’t they keep things to themselves?
He and his sister are not married yet.
"Brother." Song Ci's voice woke Song Lan from his complaints.
"Well, what's wrong?"
"After this year, are you confident about next year's exam?"
Song Lan thought for a moment and said, "Half and half." He made a conservative estimate. Those who remained at the end of the exam were the most elite of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He was not completely sure whether he could succeed.
Lin Huo once said that as long as he calmed down and continued to study for half a year, it would be natural for him to pass the palace examination smoothly in the future.
only...........
The house is a mess. I think I should concentrate on studying and cut off ties with the other two branches of the Song family as soon as possible.
"Half, more certain than I thought." Song Ci laughed, which relieved some of the pressure on Song Lan, who was a little nervous and heavy just now.
"Why, you look down on me, your brother, so much? Do you think I can't pass the exam?"
"No." Song Ci smiled and said, "No matter how smart a person is, they can't be sure until the last step. Being halfway is already extremely impressive."
"In two days, Lin Huo said he would take me to a great Confucian scholar to learn from him."
"Such a good opportunity, brother, you must study hard."
Song Lan nodded, "Of course. But whether it was studying with my master or going to see the great scholar this time, Lin Huo did his best to help me a lot..."
As he spoke, he looked at Song Ci's expression.
Song Ci thought that the purpose of buying an extra house in the south was to congratulate and thank Lin Huo for his success in the imperial examination. He had worked so hard to help his family, so this gift seemed a little insincere compared to others.
Seeing her silence, Song Lan had no idea how his sister was thinking of repaying him. Deep down, he just felt that Lin Huo was helping him in part because they got along well and were already good friends.
Another part...is because of Song Dynasty porcelain.
After dinner, the family lay in the yard and enjoyed the cool breeze of the summer evening.
Qiao Xianglan had someone cut some chilled watermelon for her and had it paired with a cup of sweet and sour plum soup. It was so comfortable.
"This watermelon is good and sweet. But the drought this year is so severe, so why is the watermelon still so sweet?" Song Laosan took a bite and was very puzzled based on his many years of business experience.
Qiao Xianglan: "You have a very sensitive tongue. This isn't a local watermelon; it was shipped from out of town... The harvest hasn't been good in the past four weeks, and the watermelons aren't sweet. It's delicious, and it's from out of town."
The conversation between the two quickly caught Song Ci's attention, and she suddenly recalled a memory.
After the drought in the previous life, the border was quickly raided by people from other tribes, resulting in countless casualties. Unfortunately, this raiding force appeared and disappeared without a trace, making it impossible to catch them. When they tried to forcefully pursue them, they were framed, resulting in countless casualties for the Great Zhou Dynasty.
After much fighting, the emperor had no choice but to choose the easiest way, which was to send the princess to marry.
By then, Princess Le Yi had already married Feng Yi, leaving only two other princesses in the capital. The emperor had many sons but only three princesses, yet this tribal leader from the border region had sent a letter asking to marry the emperor's favorite daughter.
Apart from Le Yi, only Princess Haitang was favored in the court.
The emperor was helpless. In order to quell the war as soon as possible, Princess Haitang embarked on the path of marriage in tears.
She clenched her hands suddenly. If Le Yi hadn't married, wouldn't this disaster be her fault? Moreover, the Queen hated the Imperial Concubine and would definitely add fuel to the fire. Wouldn't Le Yi be in even greater danger?
"Sister, what's wrong with you? You look so ugly..." Song Lan was eating watermelon and spitting out the seeds. Suddenly, he turned around and looked at Song Ci, whose face was pale and looked a little scary.
"I, I'm fine." She thought for a moment and stood up calmly, "I have something to go out for a while."
"It's so late, if you have anything to do, you might as well go tomorrow."
"No, I'm afraid something might happen if I delay..." Song Ci shook her head with a firm tone.
After taking a look at his loving parents who were beside him, Song Lan made a decision. "Since you want to go out, let me go with you. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest assured."
Seeing that he was determined, Song Ci didn't stop him and nodded, "Okay."
The two men found an excuse to go back to the house, but in fact they secretly left in a carriage.
The driver asked outside, "Miss, where are we going?"
Song Ci closed her eyes, as if she had made a decision, "Let's go to Pei Mansion."
"yes."
Song Lan was a little surprised. Why did his sister come to see Pei Ji so late at night? And were they so familiar with each other that she actually came to his house directly?
Could it be that without my knowledge, my sister and Pei Ji had become so close?
Song Ci interrupted his guess, "I thought of something and I must tell Pei Ji."
Seeing her heavy expression, Song Lan swept away those messy thoughts. Seeing her sister's expression, she must have something important to say.
He began to despise himself again. How could he think so about the relationship between Pei Ji and his sister?
When he arrived at the door, Song Ci did not go through the main door, but instead went to the small corner door and personally raised his hand and knocked twice, three times lightly. This was the secret signal agreed upon by the two of them. If there was an emergency, they would use this as a secret signal, and naturally someone would come to pick up Song Ci and take him to see Pei Ji.
It was so late, Pei Ji was wearing a light blue casual suit, holding a pen, and writing something at the desk.
"Sir, Miss Song is here."
His nose paused as a drop of ink slid onto the paper, slowly spreading. Seeing the half-written paper ruined, Pei Ji withdrew his gaze, crumpled the paper into a ball with an indifferent expression, and said with a slight parting of his thin lips, "Bring the person here."
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