palm surgery

Chapter 11 Human Heart
For several days, He Lingjiang stayed in the house and never stepped out of the door.After everyone in the mansion knew that she was fine, they also came to visit her in the courtyard.

The He family is also a big family. The grandfather of the He family has four sons. He Xiangshan, as the eldest son, took over as the head of the family after his death, and was the eldest house.

The eldest daughter, He Yunchu, is 16 years old. She is the third in the clan and is going to get married this year, as well as He Yunjia and He Lingjiang, who are not yet young.

It's a pity that now the long house male is withered.The head of the family, He Xiangshan, has been lingering on the bed for many years without speaking. The eldest son of the eldest house is gone, and there is only one concubine born by the concubine, who is only ten years old this year, but suffers from mute disease.

He Xiancheng, the master of Erlang, and He Qianli, the master of Sanlang, came from the concubine.

As for Shilang's main poet He, he is the old son of the grandfather of the He family, and a compatriot of He Xiangshan, who is only in his early twenties this year.

He has been doted on since he was a child, with an unruly nature, he likes to drink and write poetry, and has longed for a ranger over the years. He has traveled everywhere, and has not returned home for a long time.

It was inconvenient for He Lingjiang to go out, so He Yunchu and He Yunjia went into her room all day to accompany her to relieve her boredom.The ladies from the second and third bedrooms also come here from time to time.

The little lady in the room was chattering about things inside and outside the house. It was so lively.

He Lingjiang was sitting in the room, but he didn't find it boring. He just listened to them and listened with great interest.

Not only that, but she also asked the maids in the courtyard to tell her stories or stories from various places to her. If she told them well, she would be rewarded with money.

He Yunjia clicked his tongue in admiration: "You were not so good-natured before."

He Lingjiang raised his eyebrows: "How was I before?"

He Yunjia pouted: "In the past, you didn't like to deal with the sisters in the house. All day long, you were either developing paints and painting in the yard, or running outside. Anyone who wants to talk to you will be disgusted and noisy. Get out of the yard."

"Once Wu Niang was chatting with you, talking about the autumn banquet at the county governor's house, and wanted to invite you to go with you, but you said 'boring' and 'noisy', which made her cry."

He Lingjiang was speechless: "I used to be like this..."

She thought for a while: "It's so maverick."

He Yunjia gave her a white look: "It's annoying."

He Lingjiang didn't care: "I think it's pretty good. I like it."

Focus on one thing, don't get distracted, don't mix things up, don't be perfunctory, don't follow your heart.This is easy to say, but most people in the world can't do it.

It's just a pity...

"No, according to your level of narcissism, can you not like yourself?" He Yunjia said.

He Lingjiang shook his head and didn't say anything. He just listened to the chatting of the little ladies in the mansion, and inserted a sentence or two from time to time.

Qingzhu and Qiongzhi were by her side, adding some tea from time to time.

Since Qi Niangzi returned to the mansion, she has never been kept close to her. She has to avoid the maids when she takes a bath, and she has never let anyone stay vigilant even when she sleeps at night.

The two of them were worried, but they had no choice but to serve carefully.

After a few days like this, Mrs Song came to see her at He Lingjiang.

After chatting with her for a few words, and asking about her current situation, Song shi turned and said, "Ling Jiang, after having dinner today, go see your father."

"Before, I kept the secret from him and said that you went to Xunyang County to look for stones recently. But he hasn't seen you for eight or nine days, and he has been talking about it for the past two days, lest you have an accident."

Song looked at her and said, "There is no way to hide the injury on the head, but when it is bandaged, the depth is not obvious. It is said that it was accidentally rubbed against a piece of skin, so don't let him worry. As for the neck, wear it upright. The collar of the clothes, cover it up."

"Okay." He Lingjiang nodded.

He Lingjiang was still a little curious about the father who loved her very much, even to the point of being indulgent.

It's just that he is not in good health, and he has been lingering on the sick bed. He Lingjiang's appearance, Song's fear of causing him to worry, has not been able to see him.

After dinner, He Lingjiang followed the Song family to the He Xiangshan courtyard, the head of the He family.

He Xiangshan did not live in the Song Family Courtyard.He has been weak for many years and coughs easily at night. He He Xiangshan was afraid that he might spread the sickness to her. He also felt that it was too hard for his wife to be in charge of the central feeder and take care of herself. She couldn't rest well at night, so she found another quiet yard. , recuperate in peace here.

After Song shi finished dealing with the affairs in the mansion, he spent the rest of the day here with him.

He Xiangshan had just eaten dinner and was resting on the big welcome pillow.Hearing the report that the Seventh Lady was here, her dim eyes could not help but light up.

"Hurry up...invite Qi Niangzi over here. It's cold outside...don't freeze."

He Lingjiang stepped over the threshold and stepped into the room, the strong smell of medicine rushed to his face.

He Xiangshan has been ill for a long time, and naturally he has to take medicine every day.

Seeing He Lingjiang's figure, He Xiangshan struggled to sit up straight, while Song hurried a few quick steps, stepped forward to support him, and put a pillow behind him to make him sit up straight.

"Grandpa." He Lingjiang bowed his knees and bowed to him.

"Okay, I'm back." He Xiangshan pointed to the low stool beside the bed, "Sit here."

She looked at He Xiangshan's gray and defeated face, and sat down in response.

Only then did He Xiangshan see that her forehead was still covered with a piece of gauze, and he couldn't help being surprised: "What's wrong?"

He Lingjiang smiled embarrassedly: "When I got into the car yesterday, I accidentally hit the top of the car and scratched some skin. My daughter was afraid of scarring, so she quickly put medicine and wrapped it up."

"You." He Xiangshan was a little helpless, "Be careful, don't be so impatient."

"When I went to Xunyang this time, did I find the stone I liked?"

She smiled and said: "The harvest is not bad. If Grandpa is interested, I will show it to you tomorrow. How is Grandpa doing these days?"

"It's still the same." He Xiangshan coughed lightly, "Don't talk about that. Did you encounter anything interesting when you went out this time? Tell it to Grandpa."

He Lingjiang chuckled lightly: "There are a few interesting things about this." As she spoke, she picked up some of her past anecdotes and told them to him.

He Xiangshan listened to it interestingly, and from time to time he would tell her about his experiences when he was young.

Unfortunately, after all, he had been ill for a long time, and it didn't take long for his face to show a bit of tiredness.

Seeing this, Mrs Song said, "It's getting late, so the lord drank the medicine first, prepare to rest, and let Ling Jiang come to see you tomorrow."

She took the medicine bowl from the servant's hand, the pitch-black medicine was hard to swallow.He Xiangshan was used to drinking it, so he took the medicine bowl and poured it down without frowning.

He Lingjiang and Song shi helped him to lie down before leaving the courtyard.

He Lingjiang looked at Song's back in front of him, the night was dark, and the lights on the corridor swayed in the wind, pulling her figure long.

Thinking of He Xiangshan's dejected complexion, she couldn't help frowning. This so-called disease is not simple.

(End of this chapter)