Song Zhiyuan targeted officials of the Fan Xiang faction in the court, and this was not something that could be concealed. Someone went to court to change his clothes and went to the Fan family to pay his respects. He had to cry.

Song Xiang is too bullying!

When the Fan family heard Song Zhiyuan's arrogance, they turned green and called him arrogant. But when they thought that his father Ding You was, it would be useless to scold him any more, so they had to look at Fan Xiang.

Fan, who has been like a prime minister for many years, certainly knows the opponent's temperament. When he sees that Song Zhiyuan is so domineering, he is not angry at first, but someone to go to the Song Mansion to find out what happened.

This exploration was amazing. Song Ci fell ill after coming to Fan Mansion to pay his respects and fell ill after returning. The fever did not dissipate and was suspected to have been hit. He heard that the master from Songshan Temple had been invited to come and be shocked.

The Fan family's faces were so green that they could not be said to be frightened by the soul of their old lady in Fan family.

What's the matter with this!

Fan Xiang raised his eyebrows. He was more afraid of something than the collision. It was Song Ci who had plotted against the Fan Mansion. If this was the case, Song Zhiyuan's fox gun would be even more terrifying than the Ming Dao.

Fan Xiangmingli asked the faction members to perform their duties, do their duties well, and avoid their sharp edge.

Secretly, he asked his confidant to check whether there were ghosts and monsters at home, so as not to let Song Zhiyuan get angry and be able to deal with it.

In fact, Song Zhiyuan had doubts whether Song Ci had a plot in the Fan Mansion, but seeing that Nanshan was definitely not poisoned and did not seek fault, he did not bother to take advantage of the loss of his mother to be a villa. After all, his mother is old and it is necessary to accumulate good deeds.

Therefore, the donations allocated by the Song Mansion to Shantang this year were 10% more than in previous years. The donations under Songshan Temple were also handled for three consecutive days. Beggars and refugees from Chenghuang Temple and other places also set up porridge sheds to deliver warm cotton coats and clothes.

The Song Mansion is so high-profile that almost everyone in the capital knows that Song Ci is sick. Various visiting posts and gifts flew to the Song Mansion like snowflakes, but many of them were rejected.

The Song family knew in their hearts that some people just wanted to follow Song Ci's illness to follow Song Zhiyuan's line. After all, Fan Xiang Dingyou, and he was the only one who was the only one.

He was moved by him, but Song Zhiyuan himself would not accept this show of goodwill. He would decline when he was prosperous. He didn't want to stab Emperor Chu in the eyes.

Song Cimi glared for five days before she could fully wake up and could eat a bowl of bird's nest chicken porridge. But she was sick and took medicine three times a day. She took the whole person even more depressed, as if she was wilted. The person who was looking in the mirror was more than ten years old.

Song Ci sighed.

It's indeed old.

"The disease goes away like a thread. If you keep it slowly, your energy will come back." Madam Gong whispered to comfort her.

Song Ci said: "When you have your spirits back, you have an old body. Can you still recover your child if you raise it?"

Madam Gong was silent and said angrily: "You are not ready yet, and you are about to start a quarrel again."

Song Ci smiled awkwardly.

"If you think too much, you will get older." Lin Qing walked in, followed by Asan holding a tray, and a faint smell of medicine came over.

Song Ci's face felt bitter and she felt that her stomach soreness began to get bitter again.

In her previous life, she was in good health and rarely went to the doctor, let alone taking the Chinese medicine that produces bile. In this life, she has eaten it so bitter.

If you don’t eat or not, you still have to eat. Song Ci doesn’t bother with it. She takes it and puts it on, just like dry wine.

Everyone: "..."

What's going on with both gratitude and sadness? Gladness is that the old lady doesn't need to coax her to eat slowly. The old lady is also afraid of death.

Song Ci held the candied fruit and leaned on the beauty's couch before she began to think about the dream of the original old lady that night.
Chapter completed!