Song Ruoxi was unable to pick it up, and the three girls and their aunts were discussing again...

Song Ruohu covered his mouth and smiled happily, "It seems that the Song family is really going to be a sister-in-law!"

"Amitabha, how good!" Aunt Liu laughed with her chest.

Song Ruochi sighed, "Does the second sister really want to become a monk and a nun?"

"No, the wife will definitely pick up the second girl." Aunt Zou said confidently.

Song Ruojuan breathed a sigh of relief, "It would be better if she didn't come back!"

"This is only for the time being. The wife will not let her live in the temple for a long time." Aunt Xu said with a deep look on her face.

Song Ruoxi had no idea what everyone thought, and even if she knew, she would not care. She believed her words. After Song Huai left, she began to study hard and no longer was lazy when reading "The History of Women", "Inner Training" and "The Female Essay", but these books were really boring. Before reading a page of books, she yawned three or four times, with a strong sense of fatigue and drowsiness.

"Girl, this is sour plum. You can take one to relieve the problem!" Xiangxiu took a plate of sour plums that were pickled last autumn.

Song Ruoxi held one, and her eyes were so sore that she narrowed her eyes, shivered, and her sleepiness disappeared immediately. Now she had the energy to continue reading. Just to finish reading the book "Women's Exercises", she took more than ten sour plums to relieve her sleep. After reading the book, the sour water gushed and her heartburn was so painful.

"Girl, why have you finished all the sour plums?" Xiangxiu, who came in with the food box, looked at the empty plate and asked in surprise.

Song Ruoxi frowned in pain and pressed his hand against his stomach, "I finished it before I knew it."

"Miss, if you study, you should take care of your health. You will destroy your body like this. I will invite your master to come." Xiang Xiu put the food box on the table and hurriedly turned around to invite Huijin.

Huijin is here, and she can't avoid reciting a few Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles to destroy Song Ruoxi's ears. Finally, she ends with a heart-wrenching question, "Don't you understand the principle that hasteness is not understood?"

"I understand!" Song Ruoxi pursed his mouth and wrinkled his face into a bun, "Master, my stomach is so uncomfortable."

Huijin picked up Song Ruoxi's hand and pressed several acupoints for her to relieve her pain. "I will prescribe the side medicine for you to drink."

Song Ruoxi was so uncomfortable that she had no resistance to drinking bitter medicine. Xiangxiu brought the medicine up and drank it without hesitation. The medicine relieved the sour water and weakened the burning sensation in her stomach.

Seeing that she was so refreshed, she couldn't help laughing and pursed her lips and smiled slightly.

After that day, Song Ruoxi did not dare to eat casually to relieve her sleep. She walked and read in the room with a book. Now she was not only tired of her eyes, but also her legs, but at least she was not sleepy.

However, these books that record the humiliation of women made Song Ruoxi feel frustrated and smashed the books on the ground more than ten times a day. What are these sayings? Heaven is superior to earth, and heaven is determined. Men are Qian and women are Kun. A husband has the meaning of remarrying, but women have no reason to remarry. He serves a husband like heaven, and serves a father with a filial son and a loyal minister and a king. The difference between men and women is that men are superior to women, so men are noble. Giving a man is a slaughter, and having a daughter is a tile.

An Yu coughed lightly and said, "Canniang, boil more soup to defeat the fire. Jingchen has been very angry recently."

"Aunt An, it's not that I'm very angry, it's that this book looks so annoying." Song Ruoxi said authentically with gritted teeth.

"Can you make these changes?" An Yu brought the pot to tea.

Song Ruoxi thought about it. She did not have the ability to change the social atmosphere. She hung her head disgustedly and said, "No."

"Then don't be angry." An Yu smiled indifferently, "Come and have a cup of tea, take a break and then read the book."

"Oh." Song Ruoxi replied weakly.

As the days passed day by day, the weather gradually became warmer, and Song Ruoxi resumed his daily morning climbing exercise. On June, he carried the jade flute up the mountain, sat cross-legged on the huge rock, closed his eyes, and slightly raised his back, allowing the warm sunshine of the morning to fall all over the corners of his eyes.

Sitting quietly for a while, Song Ruoxi took out the jade flute and attached it to the flute's lips. The breeze slowly came from the depths of the forest. The clear flute sound was melodious and melodious, like crying and complaining, floating up to the treetops and flying into the fairyland in the clouds.

Just as Song Ruoxi was entertaining, a flute suddenly came from a distance. The flute was happy, the flute was melancholy, and the sounds were in harmony, like the tinkling spring water, like the gurgling water, like the tinkling birds, like the music of fairy, away from the hustle and bustle, drunk in the heart, leisurely fulfillment.

At the end of a song of "Sitting in the Football Mountains" with a flute and flute ensemble, Song Ruoxi jumped down from the huge rock and saw a young man wearing a long autumn-colored gown walking from the pine forest. His body was straight, his facial features were distinct, and he had a look of aloofness between his eyebrows. If it weren't for his holding the Guan Mo Yuxiao in his hand, Song Ruoxi wouldn't believe that the clear and deep flute sound was played by him just now.

"You are Jingchen." The boy stopped not far away. His tone was very cold, and his whole body exuded a cold aura of being away from strangers. The temperature around him seemed to have been affected and reduced by several degrees.

Song Ruoxi looked at the strange boy, frowned slightly, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Lu Fengyan."

"You are Aunt An's son." Song Ruoxi's voice rose several times in surprise.

"My mother's surname is Su."

Song Ruoxi raised her chin slightly and said a little provocatively: "She has abandoned her secular surname, now her surname is An, and her name is Yu."

Lu Fengyan's voice did not fluctuate, "Take me to see her."

"If you want to see her, just fly in with your light skills, and you don't need anyone to take him." Song Ruoxi felt that the high wall was useless for those who could light skills.

"I'm not him." Lu Feng said with a expressionless face.

Song Ruoxi's eyes turned, with a little curiosity, and he didn't know whether the "he" in Lu Yan's words meant Mo Xun or Lu Xiuqi.

"It's Lu Xiuqi."

Song Ruoxi widened his eyes in surprise. How can this person read minds?

Lu Feng's expression had not changed and he asked, "Can you lead the way?"

"It's okay to lead the way, but..." Song Ruoxi bit his lower lip and looked at him sideways.

"But what?"

"I can't confirm whether you are Lu Fengyan? Therefore, I can't just take you to see Aunt An. Can you prove your identity?" It has been almost four years since Lu Fengyan fell to the stream in blood. Song Ruoxi had long been unable to remember his appearance. Moreover, someone suddenly appeared, claiming to be Lu Fengyan, and asking her to lead the way to meet An Yu. How could she easily believe it without any evidence?

"I don't need to lie." Lu Fengyan looked at Song Ruoxi and said in a steady tone.

Song Ruoxi's eyes were facing Lu Fengyan's. Seeing the vicissitudes of his eyes that were inconsistent with his age, thinking of his failure to see his mother for more than ten years, he couldn't help but feel soft and said, "Come with me!"
Chapter completed!