"This is a happy event, why are you crying?" Song Sui frowned, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. It's a bad luck for the New Year.

Ji Yun looked at her husband who had been married for twenty years, feeling disappointed, wiped away her tears with a silk squid, walked to the window, and said calmly: "Rong Qiao, let them fetch water."

"Yes, ma'am." Rong Qiao replied in the outer room.

Ji Yun didn't even look at Song Sui, turned around and entered the bedroom, sat on the dressing table, took off the hairpin, dissipated her bun, looked at the figure in the mirror, and the cold light flashed in her eyes. If the Song family was not kind, she would be unrighteous. She had some hesitation yesterday, but there was no hesitation today. In order to protect her daughter, it didn't matter if her hands were stained with blood.

Rong Qiao and Fu Cha came in to serve the little maid. Looking at the wife sitting in front of the dressing table, Rong Qiao's eyes couldn't help but turn red and she said softly: "Madam."

Ji Yun looked at Rong Qiao's worried eyes from the mirror and smiled faintly: "Take."

Rong Qiao handed over a hot veil.

Ji Yun took it, washed her face, cleaned her hands, "make the bed and sleep."

Fucha walked out and asked Song Sui if he could sleep well?

Song Sui nodded, and the maids waited for him to wash. The couple lay on the same bed, dreaming of different dreams. One was thinking about how his daughter was after entering the palace, but the other was thinking about which one of the Song family was killed.

The other three brothers of the Song family returned to the yard. Song Yi did not go to Xiao Jiang's house, so he went to Aunt Zou's yard and took a shower and went to bed. Song Zhen rested in Ouyang's yard and lay on the bed and said to her: "Father wants to send Qi Yatou into the palace."

Ouyang sat up in surprise, "What did you say?"

"Father wants to send the seventh girl into the palace." Song Zhen repeated.

Ouyang was stunned and sighed, "Xi'er is so beautiful, it would be strange if the old man doesn't plot against her."

"We can't get involved in this matter, we can't help or destroy it. How can we do it with our father?" Song Zhen frowned, "What should we do if it's Erya?"

Ouyang lay back on the bed, covered himself with a quilt, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

"Madam." Song Zhen pushed her.

"Don't ask me, ask your legitimate mother." Ouyang turned his back to him. She didn't care about Song Ruojie's affairs. With that free time, she would rather take care of the Qi Yatou. With her third brother and sister-in-law, she would not be willing to send the Qi Yatou to the palace to suffer. She helped to think of ways and come up with ideas. Maybe she could still enjoy the blessing of her niece.

Song Zhenyu choked and sighed. He was not unclear about Erya's actions. Since she did not want to get close to her wife, it would be difficult for her to take care of her affairs. Let's just say, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and he can't control so much, so he sleeps.

Song Shu returned to the yard and also told Wen about this matter, "The emperor gave the emperor's oral order to Master Ji, but his father insisted that he bring the Qi Yatou into the palace, so he would not be able to get it."

Wen Shi gently touched her stomach and changed the topic, "Silang, I like to eat the little buns you brought back today."

"You like to eat, I'll buy it for you tomorrow." Song Shu smiled, "I'll ask the doctor to take a pulse after a night."

"Well, go to bed!" Wenshi pulled the quilt, looked at Song Shu closing his eyes, and a sarcastic sneer flashed across her lips. The old man had a good idea, but unfortunately, Master Ji might not agree. Judging from the actions of the Ji family, even if she, the inner woman, knows that the principle of prosperity and decline, Master Ji understands more than anyone else. How could he cook oil in flames and only seek wealth for a while? This is also why Master has been a second-rank official for more than ten years, and Master Ji can become a powerful minister of the emperor.

The night was quieter and everything was silent. There were only two or three places in the city. Most of the people were asleep. The people who called the other party walked past the street and shouted a few times: "The sky is dry, be careful of the fire candle!"

After midnight, a candle suddenly lit in the main room of Ji Mansion. The rapid footsteps woke up the sleeping person, "Master, Madam, the girl is sick."

"Second Master, Second Lady, the girl is sick."

Hearing the news, the candles from each room of the Ji Mansion were lit one after another. Ji Chengxuan put on his outer robe and rushed to the main room from the study. When he entered the room, he saw Song Ruoxi's eyes closed and his cheeks were lying on the bed with red cheeks. He felt heartbroken. The poor child turned around and stood in the corridor and asked anxiously: "Why haven't the doctor invited him to the house yet?"

"The doctor is here, the doctor is here."

When the doctor took the pulse, the pathology was clear and he had cold and fever.

After boiling the medicine, Mrs. Ji personally fed Song Ruoxi to drink medicine.

"Puff." Song Ruoxi spit out the medicine and lowered his voice: "Grandma, you can't drink the medicine. If you drink it, you'll get better."

"It's not okay if you don't drink medicine, it will ruin your body." Mrs. Ji said anxiously.

"Mom, just listen to Xi'er. You can't let Xi'er soak in cold water again." Mrs. Ji Er put a handkerchief soaked in ice water on Song Ruoxi's forehead.

"A gentleman abandons flaws to draw talents, and a strong man cuts his arm to give full play to his integrity." Ji Chengxuan nodded slightly. This child seemed gentle and gentle, but he had a determined heart. "Good child, if you are a man, you will definitely be able to enter the cabinet and become the prime minister."

"Pour the medicine!" Mrs. Ji handed the medicine to Xiangxiu.

"I took the medicine this time." Ji Chengxuan took the cup, "Xi'er took the medicine once a day to prevent the disease from recovering too quickly, and it can also worsen the condition."

The room did not have the smell of incense, and the smell of medicine became more and more harsh. Mrs. Ji was old and went to rest with her daughter and daughter-in-law. It was too hard for everyone to stay by Song Ruoxi together. After discussing, she waited in shifts.

Before dawn the next day, Ji Chengxuan, who was rushing to court, told Ji Qiang and Mrs. Ji Er, and hurried out to the palace. In order to make people believe that Song Ruoxi was sick, after dawn, Mrs. Ji invited Doctor Li to the mansion on the excuse that she was sick.

"Nephew, my granddaughter suddenly had a fever in the middle of the night last night. She hasn't given up yet. She has drunk three bowls of this medicine. The old lady is just a granddaughter. If she has something to do, the old lady will not live." Mrs. Ji felt sorry for Song Ruoxi, and her tears were real. Last night, in order to avoid suspicion, the Ji family did not invite Doctor Li, who had been with the Ji family for generations.

"Don't worry, my niece will take the girl's pulse now." The doctor Li diagnosed it as the doctor last night. The wind and cold invaded. "Although the girl was weak when she was young, she had been recuperating for many years. Her body was much healthier. If she took a few doses of medicine to dispel the cold, she would be cured."

"The weather has become warmer these days. How could she get infected with the cold?" Mrs. Ji asked with a frown.

"Auntie, spring is warm and cold, and it is the hardest to calm down." Doctor Li smiled.

Mrs. Ji thought for a while and said, "She usually stays at home. Yesterday she followed her aunt to ride a horse on the horse farm outside the city. She must have sweated. When the cool breeze blew, the wind and cold invaded and became sick."

"Auntie is very much." Doctor Li nodded in agreement.

Doctor Li prescribed a good prescription, but when he went out, he met Song Sui and Ji Yun.

"Brother Li, who is sick in my family?" Ji Yun asked.

"It's Ling Yuan." Doctor Li's father and Ji Chengxuan were friends for many years and knew more clearly about the Ji family's rooms.

"What disease?" Song Sui and Ji Yun asked in unison.

"Wind and cold invade, take a few doses of medicine and take a few days to recuperate," said Dr. Li.

The couple thanked Dr. Li and hurriedly walked to the inner courtyard. Song Ruoxi was sick. Both of them were very anxious, but they were different. Song Sui was anxious that Song Ruoxi was sick on the Lantern Festival, so how could he enter the palace? Ji Yun was purely worried about her daughter. She was fine the day before yesterday, so why did she get sick?

"Little sister, I took Xi'er to ride a horse. I didn't take good care of her, so she got sick due to cold and became sick." Ji Qiang took the initiative to be the "culprit" and said with a guilty look on his face.

"Sister, it's not your fault, Xi'er is weak." Ji Yun looked at Song Ruoxi lying on the bed, feeling both distressed and sad.

Song Sui was angry and annoyed when he heard this conversation in the outdoor room, but what could he do? He could not speak rudely to his aunt, but could only sigh that God would do anything to others, and wealth was hard to find.

Ji Yun wanted to stay and take care of her daughter, so Song Sui had to go back to the Song family first. After Song Sui left, Mrs. Ji told the truth. Ji Yun threw herself into Mrs. Ji's arms and cried bitterly. Her anxiety was instantly released.

"Yun'er, what's wrong? What's wrong?" Mrs. Ji asked nervously.

Ji Yun said what the Song family discussed last night, "Mom, for the sake of so-called wealth and glory, they want to push Xier into the fire pit."

"Little sister, it doesn't matter if the Song family doesn't protect Xi'er, and we will protect Xi'er." Mrs. Ji helped Ji Yun up and wiped her tears with a silk palette. "When the matter is over, get engaged to Yunxiang and Xi'er so that Xi'er will not be cared for by those greedy things."

"Big brother and sister, Xi'er belongs to my Jinting." Ji Qiang didn't know that she had been with Song Ruoxi for a short time, but from her nephew Jinlin, she knew that Song Ruoxi loved horses and had already taken her appetite. She decided to turn her niece into her second daughter-in-law.

"Hey, sister-in-law, engagement requires elders and young people. My family is the oldest. Xi'er should be my wife." Mrs. Ji Er argued with each other. The eldest son had a dull personality and needed to marry a lively wife. Otherwise, the two of them were dull and silent. How could they live like this? Ruoxi was taught by her sister-in-law, so it would be impossible.

"Big sister, sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, thank you for your love for Xi'er." Ji Yun knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard.

"Little sister." The three of them reached out to help her up at the same time, "Family, it's worthy of such a gift."

"Yunzhen and Yunxiang are my nephews, and Jinting is my nephews. They are all good kids. I am willing to give Xi'er to that one." Ji Yun sniffed, "Xi'er is my daughter. She is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and all female red needles are good. She has opinions, but she is too soft-hearted and has no thunder means. I am worried that she can't manage a family well."

"Little sister, you underestimate Xi'er too much." Mrs. Ji smiled. She asked Jiang's wife, and knew that Song Ruoxi was not so unpretentious. Then she tried it intentionally or unintentionally, and found that Song Ruoxi was very meaningful and liked it more and more. She was already pampering her like a daughter. If she became a daughter, she would be together for a long time.

"Today, Dad said that Ruoxi'er is a man and will definitely be able to join the cabinet and become a minister. How could she not manage a family well?" Ji Qiang said with a smile.

"Yun'er, Xi'er just doesn't want to do it. As long as she is willing to do it, she will be able to be cruel." Mrs. Ji looked at Song Ruoxi on the bed, "In order not to enter the palace, she would rather die. This determination is comparable to a man."

"This girl is very keen." Ji Yun sighed.

"Okay, little sister, don't change the topic, choose one quickly, so that the three of us can't compete with each other." Mrs. Ji urged.

Ji Yun changed Song Ruoxi's handkerchief and said with a smile: "My little sister can't make the decision about this matter. When Xi'er recovers from illness, she will ask her to choose her own way. She will marry whoever she wants to marry."

"That's it." Mrs. Ji happily agreed.

The other three had no objection.

Song Ruoxi, who was so sick that she didn't know that she would soon face multiple-choice questions that her elders forced to get.

In the afternoon, I learned that Song Ruoxi was ill, and Song Lian and Song Huai did not return to the Song family, and entered the Ji family one after another.

Ji Yun asked Song Huai to see his sister and called Song Lian into the study, "Your grandfather wants to send your sister to the palace."

"Mom, did you agree?" Song Lian asked with a frown.

"With your sister's appearance and talent, you will definitely be favored by the emperor. You are the uncle. Lian'er, are you happy?" It was too late to learn the news yesterday. In front of Song Sui in the morning, Ji Yun could not ask. Now he is intending to test Song Lian's ideas.

"I don't want it." Song Lian glared at Ji Yun angrily, "I don't want to be the uncle. I won't let my sister enter the palace."

"Your grandfather and your father want to lend your sister to glory to the family." Ji Yun had a hint of joy in her eyes. Fortunately, she insisted on putting her son in her parents' home five years ago. She was taught by her father, but she did not learn the lumps of the Song family's thoughts.

Song Lian sneered: "Men's merits should be independent, and useless people rely on women."

"Your grandfather and your father have decided to stop it." Ji Yun looked at him, "If your sister hadn't been sick, she would have entered the palace in a few days."

The anger in Song Lian's eyes diminished slightly. He looked at Ji Yun and his lips raised slightly, "Then let my sister stay with my grandfather for a while."

"I'll go back after chatting with your grandfather later." Ji Yun smiled comfortably. Not only her family members were standing on her side, but her son was also standing on her side. She had nothing to fear, "Mom is very happy."

"Mom, my son has grown up, and he will definitely protect his younger brother and sister." Song Lian said confidently.

"Mom believes in you." Ji Yun stood up and went back to the main room to take care of her daughter.

Song Lian stayed in the study and waited for Ji Chengxuan to come back. The grandparents and grandchildren said something for half an hour before Song Lian returned to the Song family. Song Huai refused to leave, and he wanted to stay and accompany his mother and sister.

After entering the Song family, Song Lian asked the door and knew that Old Master Song and Song Sui were in the study. He went straight to the scene and said, "The elephant burned the body with teeth, and the cricket was cut off with beads."

Old Master Song and Song Sui looked at each other and thought about it carefully, their expressions became solemn. Concubine Li's father was indeed appointed as a ward because Concubine Li, but he had no real power. The concubines who were favored in the palace were not in important positions. If the seventh girl really entered the palace and became a favorite concubine, the father and son would probably have to hold idle positions. If they wanted to have a high position and power, they were afraid they would dream in the daytime. Only when a man could not support a family, would women go to the shameful place in the palace and fight for their family's future. But the future depends on the emperor's favor. Once the favor is lost, the future will be ruined.

"Forget it, there is no need to mention the matter of entering the palace. It doesn't matter whether the Qi Yatou is sick or man-made." Old Master Song leaned on the chair, "I hope the emperor also believes that the Qi Yatou is really sick, not avoiding favors."

Old Master Song still knew something about the emperor. The day before the Lantern Festival, the emperor learned about the news and became suspicious. He sent the Huang Hospital of the Imperial Hospital to take the pulse of Song Ruoxi. It seemed to be a kind of honor, but it was also a distrust of Ji Chengxuan.
To be continued...