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Chapter 151 Dried this bowl of poisonous chicken soup

Song Ruqi felt bleak about her marriage, and her grandmother Song Ci also felt this way.

"Ahhh, why did I get into this matter!" Song Ci rubbed her temples and looked at a list compiled by her personal maids on the table. She felt her brain sore and sore.

This list records all the ladies who came to the birthday banquet of the eldest daughter-in-law. They indicate which ladies are ranked, how many years and age. If the maids didn’t know how to sketch, Song Ci would probably ask them to draw sketches.

While looking at it, Song Ci recalled the appearance of a lady she had seen. When comparing her family background, how could she not find a girl who matched her child?

Seeing her upset look, Madam Gong advised, "Madam, you don't have to hurry. You can't hurry up and find out about this marriage. Just look for it slowly."

Song Ci smiled bitterly, but she didn't want to be anxious. Didn't this an old lady drew a big cake for her and hung it in front of her? What if the big cake was eaten?

So, I have to hurry.

The worst is that dead boy. Wang Qiuman looked down on others, bah.

"Or what if I'm going to spend time with you?" Madam Gong suggested.

Just hit her wish.

"Let's go." Song Ci stood up with her hand and said, "Go to Lin Qing to play."

"good."

The two walked towards Muzhu Xiaozhai. Lin Qing was wearing a light cloth dress and was holding a small hoe to sort out her medicine garden.

Speaking of which, the Prime Minister was really paying attention to her opinion. She wanted to set up a medicine garden and plant some herbs she wanted to study and grow. At the order of Song Ci, someone reclaimed a piece for her after the Muzhu Xiaozhai House.

These days, in addition to making medicinal food for Song Ci or talking with her, she is here to take care of her medicine garden.

When she heard Song Ci coming, she stood up straight and saluted her: "Madam."

Song Ci said: "No need to be polite. You are busy with yours, I'm here to take a look."

Lin Qing smiled and said, "I have nothing to be busy with, why don't we go into the house to talk? I just developed some medicinal tea to calm my mind. Can you try it?"

"It's a while." Song Ci looked at the medicine garden and said, "Your medicine garden looks decent and has all sprouted."

The medicine garden not only planted herbs, but also planted some flowers that can be used as medicine. Sprinkle seeds of medicinal materials near the flowers and will grow better and look concealed.

Lin Qing smiled and said, "I have been thanked for the great lady. Why do you feel a little worried?"

After spending many days together, she can also talk to Song Ci freely.

"Hey, it's not what my unfilial son Xiao Baoyu did. Oh, it's just my Silang. In order to get him a wife, I'm so worried and confused. I can't find a suitable one. I'm so annoyed."

Lin Qing: “…”

How annoying are you, why do you just pull my herb leaves?

"Madam, the marriage between children is destined by heaven. If you can't hurry, the more anxious you are, the more blind you will be, and you will not be able to pick the right one." Lin Qing was afraid that Song Ci would pull her grass again, so she stepped forward and held her hand and comforted her: "Marriage is something, if you don't hurry one day, it will come."

Song Ci looked at her and said, "Lin Qing, are you giving me poisonous chicken soup."

She doesn't believe that love comes from the sky. Wait? If it doesn't come as a dog, it still has to take the initiative to take the initiative.

Lin Qing looked confused: "Poisonous chicken soup?"

Is the lady trying to scare anyone to death? She doesn't dare to give her a hundred courages.

Song Ci laughed awkwardly and said, "That's to say the fake motivation for lying, ha, it's not real chicken soup."
Chapter completed!
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