The Rebirth of the First Daughter as the Head of the Family

Chapter 49 Cousin
In the dark night, the north wind howled and blew all night.

When people pushed open the doors and windows, the head-on biting cold wind hit their faces, and the people who were pierced by a burst of white light couldn't open their eyes, and could only narrow a gap slightly.

After getting used to it, the narrowed eyes slowly opened.

Outside, the sky and the earth are covered with thick white snow.

After winter, this was the first snowfall in the capital, and the snow fully covered the girl's ankles.

The maid in the yard was free, and was wearing a cloak and thick gloves, squatting in the snow with snowballs, her cheeks were flushed from the cold, but she still couldn't bear to go inside to keep warm.

Song Jinyue's illness came on quickly, but went away slowly.

She had been lying on the couch for two full days, and her pale complexion only regained some color. Hearing the noise of the maidservants outside, she also wanted to see the heavy snow outside for a while.

Zhang Dingzhi has been guarding her and never went back.

Now she is not willing to follow her own temperament, let Qiu Yun take a fox fur cloak and tie it around her neck, and help her go to the window, only pushing a gap.

Let her enjoy the snow from that narrow gap.

Song Jinyue sighed helplessly, looking at the ground was particularly dissatisfying. Although the earth dragon was burned in the house and two pots of charcoal fire were added, her body was still trembling, and her neck shrank unknowingly.

"Okay, it's time to go back and lie down and rest. There will be more time in the future." Zhang Dingzhi didn't have any room for bargaining, and stepped forward to close the black lacquer carved window tightly.

He helped his cousin and walked over to the couch.

Song Jinyue could only be reluctant to let go, and looked back at the position of the window coffin three times a step, and sighed.

But when she turned her head and saw Cousin Zhi staring at her, she could only obediently obey her as if accepting her fate.

After taking off the cloak on her body, Song Jinyue got into the warm bed at once, with her jet-black hair loose, her big eyes flickering, and only her head was exposed outside the brocade quilt.

Looking at Cousin Zhi, he said: "It's boring to lie down, Cousin Zhi, why don't you find a storybook and let me read it."

There was a hint of begging in his tone, and he looked so much like an aggrieved kitten that you couldn't bear to refuse.

"Okay, lie down obediently." Zhang Dingzhi tucked up the corner of the quilt for her again, then got up and went to the side bookshelf.

The black lacquered huanghuali wood bookshelves are full of books, ranging from poems and songs to Buddhist scriptures, to traveling acrobatics.

"Cousin Zhi, the one on the bottom floor near the corner, you can just find one." Song Jinyue stretched her neck to see Cousin Zhi standing in front of the bookshelf and said hurriedly.

Zhang Dingzhi nodded, took a copy from the grid at random, and walked towards his cousin without looking at it.

Song Jinyue hastily stretched out a hand from under the quilt to take it, but Cousin Zhi was sitting by the couch, flipping through the letter in her hand, showing no intention of giving it to her.

"I'll read it to you, and save you the trouble of reading it."

"it is good!"

Only after turning two pages, Zhang Dingzhi's beautiful eyebrows frowned more and more tightly.

"Cousin Zhi, don't you usually read your script?" Song Jinyue asked directly.

Zhang Dingzhi curled his lips, and threw the notebook in his hand aside, his eyes were full of disgust, and when he looked at his cousin, he changed into a nervous and worried expression.

"These words are too vulgar. How can a young lady from a rich family be so easily fooled by an ungrateful man from a poor family?"

Zhang Dingzhi looked aggrieved, and continued to complain: "The ones who want to write these stories are those men who dream of spring and autumn dreams all day long and have good luck from heaven!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Dingzhi's restless heart eased a bit.

"Why don't I tell my cousin what I've seen and heard outside these years? It's much more interesting than these stories!"

Song Jinyue just wanted to read the script to pass the boring time.

How could I expect to be preached by cousin Zhi.

It's just that she had forgotten that the contents of the book she had found were actually like this.

If you don't read it, don't read it, and simply ask Cousin Zhi to talk about her past years.

Zhang Dingzhi was about to give a lecture when Yuan Nanny knocked on the door and called "Second Miss" from outside. Zhang Dingzhi was quite aggressive, but she thought that Yuan Nanny might have something to return.

Let people come in and spread the word.

Nanny Yuan entered the room apologetically, saluted, and then replied respectfully: "Second Miss, Miss Zhi, the lady from Jiangnan is here to see Second Miss, and she is waiting outside right now."

"No, no! My cousin is sick, so it's not easy to see guests." Zhang Dingzhi was a bit annoyed, how could the behavior of a cousin from the south of the Yangtze River be any better than that of the mistress of the Duke's Mansion?
But Song Jinyue wanted to meet this cousin from the south of the Yangtze River, so she took Cousin Lazhi's hand and said, "I haven't seen this cousin yet, even though I'm sick right now, on this snowy day, cousin If you still come to see me, it’s not good to see me, so let people come in.”

Zhang Dingzhi was quite helpless, looking at his cousin's begging face, it was hard to refuse, so he pursed his lips and said, "Okay!"

Only then did Nanny Yuan back out.

When the door was pushed open again, Song Jinyue saw a light blue figure walking towards her step by step through the green gauze.

"Sister Yue, Miss Zhi."

The girl was slim and graceful, with picturesque eyebrows. She stood in front of the couch and greeted her with a voice like an orchid in an empty valley. She looked gentle and dignified, and her expression was slightly nervous and timid.

"Sister Hua, sit down quickly. Forgive me for being ill and not being able to greet you. Please don't blame me." Song Jinyue said with a light smile.

Zhang Dingzhi got up and greeted Song Qinghua, and then sat back on the couch.

There was still an empty stool next to the bed, so Song Qinghua sat down.

"Sister Yue, I was supposed to come to see you on the first day of my visit, but because I was worried about dragging down your illness, it was inappropriate, so I delayed to visit you two days later." Song Qinghua turned her head and took it from the handmaiden behind her. A sapphire bracelet was handed to Song Jinyue who was lying on the couch.

He continued: "When I came, my mother asked me to drag me to give you this meeting gift. I also know that my cousin has never seen any good things on weekdays. It's just... It's just our intentions. I hope sister Yue won't hold her back." That's good."

"I see, my aunt carefully prepared this meeting gift. I like it very much, thank you." Song Jinyue took the sapphire bracelet and put it on her wrist, looking left and right, showing a look of liking it very much. .

If someone comes to give a gift, she will not want to hit him face.

And I heard that the relationship between that aunt and the little grandmother is just a shallow relationship.

She remembered what Xiang Shu had mentioned.

For a while, I looked at my cousin carefully.

This cousin is only two months older than her, and younger than Song Jinxi.

But because of the grievances between the elders, the descendants arranged their own order.

Ordinarily, Song Qinghua should be the second miss of the Song family.

But now, when they arrive at Duke Song's mansion, the servants just call her Miss Hua, so as to distinguish her from her own lady.

(End of this chapter)