The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 344 Smiling Mask
Li Zhao's annual leave is over, and he starts to work for his father.

Although Li Zhao was happy when he was around, it was like raising an Erha at home with him, making a fuss.

Song Qingyue thought that she had been clean for a few days, but there were so many trivial matters in the big family, and it didn't stop every day.

On the 23rd day of the first lunar month, a Dianyi suddenly had a miscarriage at the Third Highness's place.

It was just found out more than ten days ago, and it was lost.

The imperial doctor went and said that there was a faint musky smell in the room, which was masked by the scent of wintersweet flowers in the room.But where did the musk come from, but the reason was not found out.He also said that the little musk fragrance is very light, and the dose should not cause miscarriage, but this Dianyi couldn't stand it for several days, and she was young and her body was not in good condition, so she lost it like this up.

When Dianyi heard that the child she had just found out had just disappeared, she was crying in the house, and she insisted that it was the princess Guo Yuner who killed her.

Song Qingyue didn't know how the third uncle dealt with it. Anyway, she herself was not affected and didn't bother to meddle in other people's business. But people in Baoguang Palace were panicked, and all the serving servants were tense.

Nanny Bai suggested that Song Qingyue live directly in her own Zhuangzi in Baoding.

Song Qingyue sighed: "If someone really wants to kill me, it would be better to go to Zhuangzi and stay here."

Li Zhao also agreed to let Song Qingyue stay in the mansion, staying under his nose is better than being outside.

He threw away the wintersweet branches he had personally picked before, and tried his best to sniff in the room, fearing that there would be musk in Song Qingyue's room, and asked someone to check everything in the bedroom, for fear of any accidents.

He put his hips on his hips and said murderously: "Let the imperial doctor Chu come to check the pulse three times a day, if something goes wrong, this king wants his whole family to lose their heads, I don't believe he dare not be careful!"

After the first month came out, Song Qingyue felt that her belly was getting bigger again.

Recently, she has been focusing on Li Qiushui's studies, and when she passes both math and literacy, she can be sent to Tianjin to be the dean.

On the eighth day of February, Guo Yuner suddenly came to ask her if she had any ways to make money recently, saying that her new palace had no money to decorate, and she wanted to ask her sister-in-law to help her think of a way.

Song Qingyue looked at the sincerity on Guo Yuner's face and was a little speechless.

"You... do you know that once the palace is settled, your prince will accept the side concubine." Song Qingyue kindly reminded Guo Yun'er.

Guo Yun'er smiled softly and said, "Your Highness has already been crowned king, so it's natural to have a side concubine. What's the point?"

"Aren't you sad at all?"

"What's so sad about it? When His Highness accepted the side concubine, did sister-in-law feel sad?" Guo Yun'er still had a decent smile on her face.

Song Qingyue: ...

How does this tell her to answer?Isn't this nonsense, who would want their husband to take a concubine, even if they have no feelings, would they not be willing just to consider the benefits?
Seeing that Song Qingyue pursed her lips and said nothing, Guo Yuner persuaded Song Qingyue with a smile: "Not to mention that the royal rules are like this, the imperial concubine is already helping the third highness find a side concubine candidate. What can I do? Make a big noise Make a fuss about being a jealous woman? To be honest, since the day I married into the palace, I have never expected to be in love with His Royal Highness for a lifetime. It is enough for me to marry in and do my duty well. One day if he My heart is not on me at all, then I will quietly do my duty as a princess."

Her gaze slowly shifted to the two unplugged plum vases in Song Qingyue's room, and she said again: "People are just like this flower. They will fall when they wither and fail. No matter how much you miss the branches, it's useless. If we are on the ground, is it just a matter of life? We can't control our men's bodies, nor can we control their hearts. It's okay to control our own sorrows and joys, right? I advise my sister-in-law to think about it earlier, even if His Highness is right now. No matter how good you are, you must never like him. As long as you don't like him, it doesn't matter whether you are happy or not in the future. "

Guo Yuner said so, with the corners of her mouth curled up, but Song Qingyue always felt that the expression on her face was more like a mask, stiff and dull, and her eyes were darkened.

Song Qingyue didn't know what kind of stimulation she had received, which made her look like she was about to become a monk after being disillusioned.

She thought that a gentle and introverted man like the third uncle would be much better than the second uncle Li Yi.

In the end it's still the same, the husband and wife have been divorced for a long time, so they can only ask for a reluctant respect for each other.

Also, who would really be willing to use their whole heart to exchange a heart divided into several parts?

Song Qingyue didn't feel anything after hearing these words, but the Baimao and several maidservants including Mo Yun in the room could hardly hold back!What do the three princesses mean?It's fine to come here to find alms for my princess, but what does it mean to persuade my princess not to like His Highness?
To sow discord?
Feng Qi was even more speechless, she used to be Meng Wanfeng, now she is the third concubine, everyone can't see the love between other people's husband and wife, or what?

Song Qingyue blinked twice at the little sisters in the room, signaling them to be calm, and suddenly smiled a bit slyly, and said: "It's not impossible for the third younger siblings to start a business together, but I'm only thinking about more things now." Run a few primary schools, build a few more nursing homes, and if the three younger siblings are interested in doing good deeds, they can come and give advice together.”

As soon as Guo Yun'er heard this, her indifferent expression that was about to become a Buddha suddenly became vivid, and she stared at Song Qingyue vigilantly.

Song Qingyue raised her eyebrows at her: "My plan for this year is to open three schools and one nursing home every quarter. It's all a plan to spend money, and there is no plan to make money yet!"

Guo Yun'er maintained her smile very reluctantly, and said: "Sister-in-law has the silver flower from His Royal Highness, and the support of Song Ge, so naturally she can accumulate virtue and do good deeds in such a chic way, we are incomparable. It’s good to be yourself.”

"Hey! What are you talking about, a small family? Haven't the three brothers and sisters heard that the wine and meat of the Zhumen are smelly and the roads are frozen to death? Instead of spending money on men to raise women, why don't they have money to do something for the common people? The three brothers and sisters said So, if you can't control a man's body and mind, you can control your own sorrows and joys, but can you really control it? Do you really have no unhappiness, or do you force yourself to suppress the unhappiness? Be a man, don't lie to yourself. Beware of depression. If you want me to say, the third sibling might as well spend some money to do good deeds with me, that would be really happy! As for making money to support the family, the palace, and the concubine, it’s all up to the man himself Deal with it. Why are you in such a hurry? Isn’t Third Uncle a free man... I can see that he is quite free.”

When it comes to poking people's lungs, no one is better than an upright science tyrant.

Guo Yun'er was almost overwhelmed by what Song Qingyue said.

Song Qingyue grinned and poured a cup of tea for Guo Yuner: "If you want me to tell you that you want to open it, I am the one who persuades you to open it up. Don't be a good wife and mother and really turn yourself into a clay sculpture that can neither cry nor laugh." Bodhisattva, then you are really a living dead. They are all great living people. You laugh when you are happy, and cry when you are sad. If you are really unhappy, come to me. Let’s do good deeds together outside, and your mood will change. OK."

(End of this chapter)