On the fifth day of the fifth month, the Dragon Boat Festival is the second largest festival after the Spring Festival in the festival. Old Master Song and Song Yi are not in the mood to celebrate the festival, but Old Master Song retires and returns to his hometown to receive the pension and pension rewarded by the emperor. This is a great joy. Although Old Master Song does not think so in his heart, he should pretend to be grateful and happy to the emperor on the surface. Therefore, this year's Dragon Boat Festival is like in previous years and rewards the money for the holidays.

In the early morning, the Song family went up the mountain outside the city to collect herbs according to customs. In modern times, during the Dragon Boat Festival, Song Ruoxi only remembers to eat rice dumplings and watch dragon boat competitions. He didn't know the customs around him at all. When he heard that he wanted to go up the mountain to collect herbs, he asked in surprise: "Do you know herbs?"

"I don't know the herbs next to me, I only know the three types of mugwort, chee-for-sized and calamus." Xiangduo smiled.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know the others. Just pick them casually. There are grass before the Dragon Boat Festival, and you will be made into medicine when you arrive at the Dragon Boat Festival." Ji Yun reached out to support the pomegranate flowers on Song Ruoxi's hair bun, and said with a smile.

Song Ruoxi knew that Ji Yun thought she had a traumatic disease and did not know these three herbs, so she helped her smooth things out and said with a smile: "Morca can be taken internally and externally. Cheqian has special effects in treating difficult labor. Acorus can prolong life and improve life. Mom, let's pick more of it!"

Ouyang laughed and praised: "Oh, our seven-girl is a talented girl, and she even reads medical books."

"I have nothing to do in the temple, so I just read medical books to pass the time." Song Ruoxi smiled.

After talking and laughing, I left the city and arrived at the northern suburbs of the capital. Although the scenery here is not as good as the Dongqu and Nanhu Lake, the low mountains stretch out and lush grass. In the gentle places between the mountains, the grass is full of grass, and the warm wind blows by the soil and rosin in the grass and the rosin in the fields, which makes me feel refreshed.

The Song family came out early enough, but don’t know how to go early, and there were even early pedestrians. After getting off the carriage, Song Ruoxi looked around, and people all over the mountains, men, women, young and old, have become experts in herb collection. Look at the enthusiasm, I wish I could pull away every grass on the mountain.

"Just collect herbs nearby, don't go far." Old Master Song and Song Yi did not come out, and Song Zhen became the leader and said loudly.

The younger generations agreed and scattered. The Song Zhen and the other three went to collect herbs as appropriate. Ouyang and Ji Yun were too lazy to move, so they sat on the little scepter under the tree and swayed the fan and chatted.

After staying in the northern suburbs for more than half an hour, the Song family was about to go back. At this time, Ouyang discovered that Song Han was missing. The servants were patronizing several girls, but no one noticed when the eldest young master disappeared.

Ouyang locked Song Han at home for more than a month, and promised him to take Miao Keer as his concubine. He thought he would live a peaceful life and study hard to prepare for the September autumn test. Who knew that when he was wrong, the man ran away and gritted his teeth and scolded: "This damn evil deed."

"Han'er took herbs and walked away a little. You guys go back first, I'll find him back." Song Zhen had high hopes for Song Han, and was lucky.

The women of the Song family went home first under the escort of Song Huai and Song Tao, while the others looked for Song Han at the nearby hills.

In the afternoon, Song Ruoxi took a nap and bathed in water soaked with mugwort and calamus. He wore a light blue middle coat and sat on the couch with his hair loosened and flipped through a miscellaneous note. His eyes were staring at the book, but he didn't turn a page for a long time, and his thoughts didn't know where to go.

"Girl, the rice dumplings are ready to eat rice dumplings." Qiaoer and Vanilla came in with two plates of steaming rice dumplings. The rice dumplings are wrapped in very small and cute, just the size of two fingers, so that a person can eat more stuffings so that they will not be overwhelmed.

Song Ruoxi came to his senses, put down the book, took the handkerchief handed by Xiangduo, wiped his hands, picked a rice dumpling with a red rope from the plate, and asked with a smile: "How many kinds of stuffing have you made?"

"Bean paste, lotus, salted egg yolk, fragrant peach..." Qiao'er counted her fingers, "Girl, there are nine kinds of stuffings in total."

Song Ruoxi took a few bites and bite the stuffing, and smiled and said, "I ate it and it's pork stuffing."

After eating this rice dumpling, Song Ruoxi said: "The rice dumplings are delicious, so I'll send them a few to my wife."

"There have been more than a dozen people from the wife's place, and the third and fifth masters have also been sent to the third and fifth masters. Girl, please eat with peace of mind." Qiao'er smiled.

"Girl." Qiao Tao ran in and took a deep breath, "The eldest young master has found it, and there is another girl when she comes back with the eldest young master."

Song Han’s plan was not comprehensive, and he brought a delicate Miao Keer with him. Before he could go far, he was found and brought back to the Song family.

"My father, Ke'er is already my person. She already has my child in her belly. I beg her to help us." Song Han pulled Miao Ke'er and knelt in front of Song Zhen and Ouyang, kowtowed.

Ouyang's eyes fell on Miao Keer's belly, and his eyes were as cold as frost blades.

Miao Ke'er subconsciously protected her stomach with her hands and leaned against Song Han.

"How could you do such a thing?" Song Zhen was once a young man and was not surprised that his son was fascinated by female sex, but he just felt that he was not doing his job properly.

"Dad, Ke'er and I are in love with each other. I wish to stay together for life and ask my parents to fulfill their wishes." Song Han looked at Song Zhen earnestly.

Song Zhen frowned. It is natural for a man to take a concubine, but taking a concubine before marriage is a taboo. After thinking about it, he said, "Since she has your flesh and blood, she will be kept outside first. When you marry, you will take her in and give her a name."

"Dad, I want to marry Ke'er." Song Han had seen the viciousness of old lady Song when she was tortured by her concubine, and also the strictness of Ouyang when she asked her concubine to set rules. Naturally, she was unwilling to let her beloved woman stay under others and be tortured in the future.

Song Zhen's face was slightly dark, and he stared at Miao Ke'er with a bad look, "You can take her as a concubine, but you can't marry her as a wife."

Song Han looked at Miao Keer affectionately, "Dad, Keer is a good girl from a scholarly family. I can't let her be a concubine. I want to marry her as my wife."

"Bastard!" Song Zhen was furious, "She is the good girl from that family, but she is just a dirty and ragged person..."

"Master, please say something slowly, don't be angry." Ouyang interrupted Song Zhen's rough swearing words, handed the teacup to him, turned around and looked at Song Han and Miao Keer, "Han'er, have you read the sage's book in vain?"

Song Han looked up at Ouyang, "Mom, the sages teach the gentleman's way. I promise to marry Ke'er as my wife, and I will make a promise."

"When getting married, you should follow your parents' orders, matchmaker's words, and private words, how can you promise?" Ouyang sneered.

Song Han was speechless.

Ouyang's eyes turned and looked at Miao Keer, "Miao, I said that after Han'er gets married, I will carry you in to be the second wife. I will keep my word. If you want to, just follow the arrangements. If you want to or not, I will have no choice but to ask you to go back to the Miao family. I believe the Miao family will be willing to raise a girl who is pregnant before marriage."

Ouyang forced Miao Keer to speak, but Miao Keer didn't answer, but just looked at Song Han crying silently. His pitiful look made Song Han feel heartbroken. He hugged her and shouted at Ouyang: "Mom, if you don't let me marry Keer, I will die with Keer."

"Pa" Song Zhen angrily smashed the teacup on the ground, pointed at Song Han and cursed: "Bastard, for a bitch, you threaten your mother and you, die, die, I will just pretend that you didn't give birth to you."

Ouyang glanced at Song Zhen in dissatisfaction and called his son a little beast. So what were he and her? "Han'er, hired as a wife and ran as a concubine. There is never a legitimate wife in this world who has ever entered the house with a pregnant woman."

"Mom, Ke'er has only been pregnant for more than a month. As long as we choose a good day to get married, we will say that the child is born prematurely and can cover it up." Song Han had already discussed the solution with Miao Ke'er.

Ouyang looked at Miao Keer who was crying like tears and felt disgusted, "Han'er, paper cannot contain the fire. It is impossible for you to marry her as your wife."

"Mom, do you have to force your son and your grandson to death?" Song Han shouted in grief.

"Song Lang, don't disobey your mother anymore for me. Let me die!" Miao Ke'er cried in Song Han's arms, paying attention to Ouyang's reaction from the corner of her eyes.

"Mom, please let Ke'er come in, Ke'er will definitely be filial to you." Song Han begged.

"Han'er, I gave birth to you for ten months. If you want to die, I can't live." Ouyang scooped up the scissors on the table, looked at Miao Ke'er coldly, and scooped them to death. "Han'er, you know your mother's temper, and I can do it."

Song Han looked at Ouyang and Miao Keer, and was in a dilemma.

Seeing Song Han's hesitation, Ouyang gritted his teeth cruelly, and stabbed the scissors into his abdomen for two more points, piercing a hole in his skirt. The summer dress was thin, and the tip of the scissors touched the skin.

"Sad son, are you willing to give up for your biological mother for this woman?" Song Zhen was furious and kicked her over.

"Mom, I'll listen to you." Song Han surrendered and looked at Miao Ke'er in his arms with apologeticity.

Miao Keer didn't expect Ouyang to be so cruel. She closed her eyes and covered the unwillingness and resentment in her eyes. She was in vain and could only be a concubine.

Song Han and a girl were brought to the meeting at the same time, and they could not hide it. Even if Ouyang asked the housekeeper and several managers to beat them up and asked them to restrain their subordinates and not to be circulated, but before the hour of You, Qiao Tao found out and hurriedly reported, "Girl, I found out that the girl is pregnant with the eldest son's child..."

"Bao, babe, these messy things are not allowed to be said in front of the girl." The silkworm interrupted her.

Song Ruoxi smiled and said, "Canniang, having children is the first of human relations. It's not a mess. Don't scare Qiaotao and let her say, I want to know how things are over."

Qiao Tao said vividly, "Mrs. Second Lady is so cruel. She scoops scissors and stabs her stomach. Now the girl has been sent out from the back door by Lai, who is beside the second Lady, and no one knows where she goes."

After hearing this, Song Ruoxi relaxed and was glad that Song Lian's feelings for Ren Wanqiu were not as deep as this point. Otherwise, if he had made a fuss, as Ren Wanqiu's identity, he would only compromise with Ji Yun, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law would only endure hardships.

The master and servant were chatting, and the old lady from the second family sent a letter, which was sent by Jingyu, who asked her to go to Taohua Temple tomorrow.

Song Ruoxi has not been to Taohua Temple for a month, and has not been able to eat vegetarian food at home for various reasons. When he received this letter, he felt a little guilty. Early the next morning, he reported to Ji Yun and took a carriage to Taohua Temple.

"Senior brother is polite. This month, Jingchen's family has been plaguing with trivial matters. He has not come to incense and worship Buddha for a long time. He has been sinful."

Jingyu smiled, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's chant: "Being good to your parents is to serve the Buddha, how good it is!"

Song Ruoxi smiled and sat down cross-legged on the cushion opposite Jingyu, "I wonder what the senior brother is looking for Jingchen?"

"I don't want my junior brother to come, and the people who asked me to have been waiting in the garden for a long time."

Song Ruoxi was a little surprised, but without asking any more questions, he got up and went to Taoyuan. He turned around and saw a man wearing moon-white wide-sleeved and long-sleeved sitting in the pavilion. He leaned on the stone table with one hand, and his wide sleeves fell, covering his face.

Hearing the footsteps, the man turned his head and looked over, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Junior brother, you are here."

Song Ruoxi walked in and frowned slightly, "Senior Brother, are you sick? Why have you lost so much weight?"

"I'm not sick, I'm thinking about a question. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally figured it out."

"What major problem do you think about is so important that you are so busy with food and sleep?" Song Ruoxi asked half-jokingly.

"Junior brother, you...I..." Ye Shuhua stuttered.

Song Ruoxi chuckled and said, "Senior Brother, don't be anxious, you can speak slowly."

Ye Shuhua had a strange blush on her pale cheeks. She folded her hands together, lowered her eyelids and recited a passage of scripture. She raised her eyes and looked at Song Ruoxi with a slightly raised lips, and smiled gently and said, "Junior brother, I..."

Song Ruoxi leaned forward, but still couldn't hear clearly. He frowned and said, "Senior Brother, speak loudly, I can't hear clearly."

Ye Shuhua swallowed nervously, and her throat joint moved up and down, and then licked her lips, "Junior brother, I..."

There was no sound again, and Song Ruoxi almost fell off the stone bench and said laughing and crying: "Senior brother, what are you talking about so hard to speak about?"

"Junior brother, I..."

"Senior brother, if you don't say anything, I'll leave." Song Ruoxi pretended to be angry and said.

"Junior brother, I like you. I am sincere and I hope to marry you as my wife. Please agree." Ye Shuhua mustered up the courage and said what he said in his heart.

Song Ruoxi was stunned for a moment and asked stammered: "Senior Brother, I heard it right? Did you just say you want to marry me?"

"Young brother heard it right. I am sincere and hope to marry you as a wife." Ye Shuhua said affirmatively.

"Why?"

"I like you. I spent a month figuring out this problem. The reason why I can't choose someone else is because I like you."

"Are you sure you like me?" Song Ruoxi frowned. Before she could figure out whether she liked Shangguan Moxun, how could this idiot who had been devoted to Buddha for many years turn so quickly, and she was sure to fall in love with her all at once?

"I'm sure I like you." Ye Shuhua pressed his hand on his chest with a serious expression. "I have felt it with my heart. Over the past month, I have felt it with great care. I know I like you and I am willing to do everything for you. Junior brother, I am sincere and hope to marry you as my wife. Please agree."
Chapter completed!