"Goodbye." Song Huai also bowed.

Xiaoze and Xiaowei turned around and walked quickly inside.

Song Ruoxi and Song Huai got on the carriage they were on again. Song Ruoxi leaned against the cushion, his eyes were dark and his face was worried, and he seemed a little timid.

The silkworm whispered: "Girls, don't worry. The master and wife are your personal parents. Even if you make some small mistakes in the future, they will protect you and will not blame you too much."

Song Ruoxi has trouble saying that Song Sui and Ji Yun are Ke Zi's personal parents, not Xin Zi's personal parents.

"Girl, I often hear people say that if you are kissing, it is a family; okay, you are close to your flesh and blood. Girls are the flesh and blood that falls from the wife, and there is no one who doesn't love her daughter. Girl, please relax, and your life will be more and more comfortable." Xiangxiu helped to comfort her.

Song Ruoxi's eyes turned, and they didn't know that they had changed their hearts. She didn't need to be afraid at all. Besides, fear is useless. Now they can only regard a foreign land as their hometown and treat them as their parents.

While talking, the carriage slowly stopped. Song Ruoxi was slightly surprised. Was it arrived so soon?

"Girl, turn two turns, go to the alley and go to the back door of the mansion." Zhuyuan's voice sounded by the window.

Song Ruoxi lifted some car curtains, looked out, and smiled faintly, "Okay."

If they hadn't sent off Xiao Ze's brother and sister, the carriage could go straight from the street to the Song Mansion, and send them off, and then go back to the street, it would be too far away. Song Huai was afraid that Ji Yun would be anxious to wait at home, so he went beyond the shortcut and walked through the alley.

After passing through the alley, I saw the back door of the Song Mansion. There were two doors beside the door talking against the wall. When I saw the carriage passing by, I recognized it as my own carriage. I hurriedly stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Mom Zhu, where are you always coming from?"

"The young master is back to pick up the girl. Go there, don't block the road." Zhu Yuan said.

"Please pay tribute to the girl and to the young master." The two doormen knelt down and kowtowed.

"Forget it." Song Huai poked his head out on the second car.

The door quickly retreated aside and let the carriage pass through. The carriage circled the wall for a short time and reached the main entrance. It did not stop. It entered the door directly and stopped at the second door.

Before the car could stop, Song Ruoxi heard a female shouting: "Xi'er, my mother's good daughter!"

When the silkworm opened the car door, Song Ruoxi saw a silk satin croaker-embroidered chrysanthemum-patterned silk, standing beside the car, holding a slanted bun, with a golden stunning ray of light and ruby ​​inserted on it, and a round-faced woman with tears in her eyes knew that this was Song Ruoxi's personal mother Ji Yun. Her lips stuttered and squeezed out a word, "Mom!"

"My son, it's been hard work along the way." Ji Yun stretched out her hand and wanted to help her baby's daughter get out of the car himself.

Song Ruoxi hesitated for a moment and put his hand in her palm. After getting off the car, Song Ruoxi found a bunch of women at the second door. He looked at her with different eyes, some disdain, some disgust, some envy, and some jealousy.

Song Huai jumped out of the second carriage, sighed in a pretentious manner, and said, "I don't want Huai'er if I have a sister, Huai'er is so sad."

"Of course I want my mother's good girl, who wants you, a naughty boy?" Ji Yun gave him a blank look, "Xi'er, come in with my mother quickly, don't pay attention to this bad boy."

"Mom and sister don't want to care about the brat, but the brat wants to pester her and sister, and she can't even get rid of it." Song Huai walked to Ji Yun and laughed.

"Bad boy." Ji Yun cursed him with a smile, and walked past the bunch of concubines with her children, without even looking at them, as if they didn't exist at all.

Song Ruoxi still couldn't figure out who they were, nor did he know what their relationship was with them before, so of course he wouldn't pay attention to them.

The masters went in, and Zhuyuan directed the servants to unload the things on the truck, "Hurry and move the things that the girl brought back in, be careful, don't break them."

Xiang Xiu was afraid that these people would accidentally break something Song Ruoxi liked, so she took vanilla to watch, and only Cannibal, the other two Xiang and Liu Siniang followed in.

Song Ruoxi obediently let Ji Yun hold her hand, drooping her eyelids slightly, and quietly looking at the scenery in the mansion. The garden was planted with autumn chrysanthemums, blooming lushly, pavilions were scattered, galleries were tortuous, exquisite and unique.

Ji Yun took Song Ruoxi directly to the yard where she lived. Seeing that the aunt and concubine were still following behind her, a trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes, she frowned slightly, and said, "You all go back to the yard to rest!"

"Yes, madam." The few people didn't seem to want to see the scene of their mother being kind and filial to each other, and turned around and left.

Sending away the annoying person, Ji Yun took her children into the room, and did not sit in the main room, and took her to the ear room where she sat on her daily living. There was a couch in front of the room, and there were small square tables in the couch, and there were jasper fruit bonsai on both sides. There were a pair of flower tables on both sides. On the left was a three-legged incense burner with blue glaze painted white chrysanthemums on the right, and there were chrysanthemums on the west, and there were four chairs on the west, with footsteps on the bottom. There were coffee tables on both sides of the chair, and a bright cabinet with auspicious patterns on the east.

Ji Yun hugged Song Ruoxi and sat down on the couch. Song Huai sat opposite him and smiled and said, "Mom, I'll take my sister back safely. You want to give me a reward."

"You won't be missing." Ji Yun glanced at him and looked at the baby girl in her arms. She was wearing a pink and purple embroidered floral double-breasted top, wearing an apricot cloud silk skirt, black hair was tied with a hanging bun, and a carved gold trolley in the bun. She wore a pink and purple silk flower on each side, fresh and unique, with a rosy face, clear eyebrows and delicate pink. From this, it seems that Shen Ni has not treated her daughter badly in the past few years, and she is worthy of giving thousands of taels of spice and oil money every year. The Bodhisattva blessed her, her good girl, finally returned to her side.

The maid presented hot tea. Song Ruoxi was about to reach out to receive the tea when she saw the silkworm wink at her. Suddenly, she thought that before she could salute Ji Yun, she stood up and there was no soft cushion on the ground, so she had to say, "Xi'er wants you to salute."

"My son, don't pay attention to these false rituals to my mother." Ji Yun reached out and pulled her back to sit, "It's hard to get along, sit and have a tea and take a break."

Song Ruoxi saw Ji Yun's face with a slight smile and looked at her pamperedly, full of loving eyes, without any impurities, full of the deepest maternal love in the world. Although she didn't want to occupy this body, now that she has taken it, let's take care of her mother instead of the person whose soul is unknown! He leaned into Ji Yun's arms and shouted softly: "Mom!"

"Hey, hey, my heart and soul." Ji Yun hugged her, hoping to rub her daughter into her stomach and put it in for ten months again, "You are finally back, mom misses you so much!"

"Mom, you hugged me too hard, and my sister is about to breathe." Song Huai saw Song Ruoxi's face flushed, kept winking at him, suppressed his smile, and reminded his beloved daughter, who was so obsessed with love, "Are you planning to murder your biological daughter?"

"Bao, you guy, are you talking nonsense?" Ji Yun cursed her son, and let go of her hand to look at her daughter, "Xi'er, has your mother hurt you?"

Song Ruoxi smiled and shook his head, took off his purse from his waist, and opened it and said, "Mom, my daughter has personally strung a few strings of rosary beads and placed in front of the Bodhisattva to offer it. Master said that wearing it can ensure safety. Mom, choose a string to wear it."

Song Huai stretched out his hand and asked Ji Yun to look at the rosary in his hand, "Mom, this is the best sandalwood."

"The philandering boy knows this." Ji Yun glanced at him, "Your sister's thoughts are not more expensive than this sandalwood."

Song Huai nodded like pounding garlic, "What my mother said is that my sister's thoughts are worth a thousand gold."

Ji Yun took out a string of rosary from her purse and saw that the round ones were round. The Ruyi knots on the rosary were so delicately tied. She hurriedly put them on her wrist, touched the beads' hands, reached out to hug Song Ruoxi again, and said with pain: "My son is tired of you."

"Mom, my daughter is not tired." Song Ruoxi smiled, his eyes slightly turned, "Mom Cannabi, have you come to see my mother!"

When Cannibal came forward, a little maid handed over the cushion. She knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Canballarma has met his wife, and she is very blessed."

"Who is she?" Ji Yun frowned slightly. Zhu Yuan came back and never mentioned that there was such a person next to her daughter?

"Mom, this is the gentleman whom the master invited me to teach me how to cook and Nu Hong." Song Ruoxi smiled.

Ji Yun didn't expect Hui Jin would ask Song Ruoxi for the cooking skills of the lady Hong. She was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "This is great, so don't ask the nanny Xi anymore. Silkworm mother, right? You will have to worry about the girl Hong in the future. Please get up quickly!"

"Mrs. Xie." The silkworm got up and retreated to Song Ruoxi.

"Xi'er, didn't you say that you had two maids serving you, why didn't you see anyone?" Ji Yun glanced at the people in the room. Except for Silkworm's mother, all of them were familiar faces.

"My daughter brought back some small things. They were afraid that others would be fine and would break them. They would make me angry. They were guarding the door and moving things." Song Ruoxi explained

"These two girls are still careful, it's good." Ji Yun praised.

"Mom, if you don't let someone tell me about food, your good daughter and your stinky son will be hungry and small." Song Huai leaned on the couch and said without any seriousness.

"The older you are, the less serious you are." Ji Yun cursed with a smile, "Xi'er, are you hungry? Let's go for dinner."

"Okay." Song Ruoxi held Ji Yun's arm and smiled, "Mom, let the silkworm Xiangwen and the others go down to have a meal too. They have worked very hard along the way."

"Well, you have worked hard along the way. Let's add two more dishes in the kitchen." Ji Yun said generously.

"Mrs. Thank you, Miss.." Cannibal and Xiangwen Liu Siniang bowed their knees and thanked him.

Ji Yun took her children to the small hall where the meal was being served. At noon, Song Sui would not come back in the yamen, so she arranged a banquet for her daughter tonight. She sent the maid who served her. The mother and son sat at the table to eat, but instead became more comfortable and casual, and did not abide by the ancient saying of not being able to speak, and they ate and chatted.

"Xi'er, isn't this dish suitable for your taste? Why don't you eat it?" Ji Yun's eyes were filled with the care of a loving mother.

Before Song Ruoxi could answer, Song Huai, who was quick to speak, said first: "Mom, my sister is used to eating light foods. These oil and salt are too heavy, so I don't like it."

"Oh, mom is so confused." Ji Yun was very upset and shouted, "Hurry, hurry up, ask the kitchen to make a few light dishes for the girl to eat."

"Mom, no need, I'm used to eating these dishes." Song Ruoxi hurriedly picked up a chopstick dish and put it in his mouth. Now he felt that Lu Fengyan was trying hard to eat vegetarian dishes in front of An Yu.

"My son, eat slowly, eat slowly, don't choke." Ji Yun has been worried about her for several years. Today, her daughter finally came back and sat in front of her. It felt so good. She pulled her handkerchief and pressed the tears at the corners of her eyes.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Song Ruoxi asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, mom, this is happy." Ji Yun personally picked up a chopstick dish and put it in Song Ruoxi's bowl.

"Mom, I want it too." Song Huai brought the bowl to Ji Yun.

Ji Yun glanced at him and picked up a chopstick dish for him, "A man of this big age has even lost rice grains."

Song Huai grinned and said, "Mom, my sister and I saved a brother and sister on the way, and sent them to Jinbao Street this morning."

"Jinbao Street?" Ji Yun frowned slightly, "But what family did they enter?"

"They kept walking in, and they were all from those three families." Song Huai said without much care.

"Do they know your identities?" Ji Yun asked again.

"We tell them that the prefect of Guangling Prefecture is our father." Song Huai smiled.

Ji Yun shook her head and sighed: "You kid, you don't know the identity of others, so you have told others about your identity."

"Mom, I see that they are children of rich families, so I definitely don't want people to know that they have had this experience. They may harm others secretly, so I will tell them our identities, which may be a deterrent effect." Song Huai said his intention.

Ji Yun frowned and thought for a while, and said, "What you said makes sense."

Song Ruoxi was stunned. She never expected that Song Huai told Xiao Ze about his identities with his brother and sister, and that she would have such intentions. Her idea was too simple and she didn't consider saving people. She was still guarding against others for repaying their kindness with grievances. Amitabha Buddha and Bodhisattva bless him. In the future, you must think twice before saving people.

"Mom, I have told our people not to tell them. As long as the brother and sister do not be kind to repay the enemy, this matter will not be leaked. Otherwise, they will be discredited." Song Huai said with a serious expression.

Ji Yun sighed lightly: "It's best to be peaceful and peaceful."

"Sister, don't be afraid, I'm just the worst plan. Those two brothers and sisters should not be the kind of person who will repay kindness and revenge." Seeing that Song Ruoxi's face turned pale, Song Huai knew that she was scared and hurriedly comforted her.

"Xi'er, don't be afraid." Ji Yun stepped forward and hugged Song Ruoxi's shoulder, "With your parents here, there will be no trouble."

"Sister, although the people living in Jinbao Street are all rich people, the people do not fight with officials, and they will not mess around." Song Huai smiled easily.

"Really?" Song Ruoxi was worried.

"Will mom lie to you?" Ji Yun smiled, "Don't worry!"

Song Ruoxi looked at the eyes of the two of them and nodded. Things had happened, and it was useless to be afraid. At worst, soldiers would come and generals would block them, and water would come and soil would flood them.

After lunch, Ji Yun asked Song Huai to return to his own yard, and she took Song Ruoxi to the yard where Song Ruoxi lived.

The yard where Song Ruoxi lives is not far from the yard where Ji Yun lives. When he goes out, he turns right and bypasses a bunch of green bamboos. This house belongs to the official family, and the yards are not too big. This yard is slightly smaller than Ji Yun lives. When he enters, he faces three main rooms, and there are one wing room on both sides. From the east corridor, he goes around to the back of three back rooms.

There were three large water tanks in the middle of the yard, with lotus flowers planted inside. However, it was already autumn, and the flowers were broken and the leaves were broken. Ji Yun asked the maids to take away the leaves and threw more than a dozen goldfish inside. There were more than a dozen flower pots next to the corridor, and chrysanthemums of various colors were planted in the pots.
To be continued...