As Song Ci said, she opened her mouth on top and ran off her legs at the bottom. She was trying to run a school, but she had already started again. As soon as the regulations were released, the people below moved.

The power of the prime minister's family is there. Song Ci, the old Fengjun, wanted to accomplish what Song Ci wanted to do, and the people below would only try their best to make the old lady satisfied, rather than just pretending to make her happy, because Song Ci's ugly words were already in front of her. The charity school she wanted, the selection of materials and other materials did not have to be expensive. The most important thing was to be practical and able to withstand the baptism of time.

In a word, the charity school she wants should be simple and meticulous. Don’t make any good-looking but useless ones for her. It won’t work if she needs to repair it every few days, and she must not cut corners. Once this is discovered, the whole family will be held accountable.

Who dares not take this ugly thing seriously?

This person is noble and has to be valued by the prime minister. Even the nobles in the palace are highly appreciated. Who dares to fool her?

Unless you are tired of living.

In this way, I spent all my time and because of the disaster year, there were many refugees coming into the capital, and there were no shortage of craftsmen and other craftsmen. Just paying attention to food, I had already brought a lot of people to help with the work.

There was money and someone, and Song Ci himself even asked someone to draw a rough sketch, and the Song Ci Yi School was built in full swing.

The hot July passed, and August entered, good news came from all over the country, and the disaster gradually stabilized. The only thing that was not beautiful was that the epidemic had not been truly solved.

In the capital, Song Ci also learned from Princess Anping that a man named Akur had revealed the imperial list and entered the Prince Min's Mansion to relieve the gust of Concubine Ji and his son.

"...I heard that it was from southern Xinjiang. Coincidentally, it was the mortal enemy of the Gu master who made a companion Gu. The two fought for a lifetime. The man died and was still fighting. Now he has found a way to explain the list." Princess Anping said to Song Ci.

Song Ci said: "After planting Gu for so many years, is that person confident?"

Princess Anping shook her head: "No."

"Yeah?" I dare to come even if I didn't?

"This is what Akur has a strange temperament. He has revealed the list and said there is a way, but the process of destruction of Gu is worse than death. If you can't survive, the Gu cannot be solved, but you are afraid that people will be gone." Princess Anping sighed: "So he doesn't care. If they want to bet, they will solve it. If they don't want him, they will leave."

"Dear Concubine Ji and the others are willing?"

Princess Anping smiled and said, "You guessed it."

Song Ci sighed lightly: "That's a desperate situation. There is no medicine to relieve it now. You can only rely on surviving every month. How many months can you survive this kind of hardship? It's better to work hard, well, it's just a dead horse to be a living horse."

"This is the reason. When a person reaches a dead end, he has to try everything." Princess Anping held the tea ceremony and said: "In the past, seeing Concubine Ji's pride, especially when his father was alive, who would have thought that there would be a tragic situation today?"

She sighed and said, "You didn't see it. In just a few months, her hair turned white. She looked even older than her mother. She was so young when she came back two years ago."

"Aren't they all disturbed by the world?"

Princess Anping agreed and said, "What you said is reasonable. They, mother and son, look very pitiful."

Song Ci smiled faintly, but didn't answer this.
Chapter completed!