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

Song Jinyue gasped for breath, and after a while, the turmoil in her stomach was gradually suppressed.

She leaned on the rockery and slowly squatted down, dense and fine drops of water appeared on her forehead at some point, her palm-sized face was pale without a trace of blood.

The whole person seemed to have no energy at all, his sickly appearance made people look at him, and he felt a little distressed.

She only felt that her feet were numb and weak. If she hadn't supported the rockery, she would have fallen to the ground and passed out.

Qiu Yun went back to Ming Zhuxuan and didn't see her young lady returning, so she walked towards the eldest lady's yard to look for her own young lady.

Unexpectedly, on the way, she bumped into someone who was squatting on the ground, with a terrifyingly pale face, Qiu Yun hurriedly ran all the way and rushed over.

She knelt down, supported her young lady's arm, her brows were frowned, and she looked worried, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Do you want to invite the doctor to come and see?"

Song Jinyue looked up weakly at the person who came, only then realized that it was her girl Qiu Yun who came. She slowly raised her already weak hand, shook it slightly, and pulled her lips, trying to squeeze out Come on with a smile.

But in the end, he didn't have any strength, and his anger was like a spring, "It's nothing, I'll take it easy."

She didn't have the energy to say any more.

The burst of vomiting just now made her seem to vomit out all her souls and souls.

Perhaps it was because of the sisterly affection she played with Song Jinxi that it disgusted her.

"But miss..." Qiu Yun was still a little worried about her miss.

Song Jinyue could only wave her hands weakly, and Qiu Yun could only help her daughter walk slowly down the corridor step by step with difficulty.

After sitting down, Song Jinyue's face gradually turned red.

It's just that the breathing is still a little short.

After waiting for a while, Song Jinyue took Qiu Yun's hand and slowly got up. Zhuang Qiuyun helped the handwriting to destroy the famous book selection.

Seeing Song Jingyue returning with a pale face, Yuan Nanny hurriedly looked at Qiu Yun and asked, "What's wrong with Second Miss?"

Qiu Yun shook her head, also looking at a loss.

Nanny Yuan frowned, stepped forward and together with Qiu Yun helped Song Jinyue onto the bed, and tucked up the corners of the quilt for her, then dragged Qiu Yun to the outside room for questioning.

"Qiu Yun, what's wrong with Second Miss?" Nanny Yuan asked, holding Qiu Yun's arm.

Qiu Yun was so anxious that she was about to cry, but she really didn't know what happened to the young lady, so she could only tell the story of what happened to the young lady's courtyard.

"Later, I bumped into the lady in the garden. At that time, the lady was squatting on the ground without any strength."

Yuan Nanny didn't ask any more questions, and told Qiu Yun: "You stay here to guard Second Miss, I'll make some ginger soup, and when Second Miss wakes up, drink it while it's hot, so as to dispel the cold. "

"Okay." Qiu Yun nodded.

When Song Jinyue woke up, it was already dark. Nanny Yuan hurriedly brought over the ginger soup that was hot on the stove, and Qiu Yun helped Song Jinyue to sit up.

Song Jinyue looked at the cautious appearance of the two, and said with some amusement: "Where is the use of being so cautious, I'm fine now."

"Second Miss, it's cold after all, you should drink this ginger soup first to dispel the cold, otherwise you may have a fever at night." Yuan Nanny persuaded, and she still served Song Jinyue to eat the ginger soup herself.

After a bowl of ginger soup was finished, Nanny Yuan gave up.

Song Jinyue lay down again and rested for a while.

When she got up again, Nanny Yuan had already arranged the food.

Song Jinyue put on a big cloak, got up and walked to the table. Nanny Yuan prepared hot porridge with some side dishes, and there was already a bowl of hot chicken soup.

Song Jinyue was full after eating and drinking, watching Yuan Mama clean up the dishes herself.

She asked casually, "Nurse, are you ready for the paper money to be sent to Imperial Physician Xu's residence?"

While tidying up the table, Nanny Yuan replied, "Second Miss, don't worry, it's ready."

Only then did she feel at ease.

At night, probably because of the ginger soup, Song Jinyue didn't have a fever. Although her body was tired and weak, it was dawn after all.

Early the next morning, the beating and blowing of suona on the street still penetrated into Song Jinyue's ears through the long corridor.

Feeling a little depressed, she opened the window and sat under the coffin to breathe the cold fresh air outside.

Let the sound of suona, gongs and drums come.

Hearing the suona's voice gradually receding, it seemed that Doctor Xu's coffin had already passed through the Duke's Mansion.

It was rare for Song Jinyue not to go out today.

But she still sent Qiu Yun out to inquire about the Xu Mansion.

I heard that everything was in order for Dr. Xu's funeral, and there were quite a few high-ranking families who went to offer their condolences.

Mrs. Xu planned to leave the capital with her two children in three days. When she arrived in the countryside, she invited a mage there to give Xu the first seven days.

Although outsiders had some discussions, the Holy Majesty did not ask about this matter.

The death of Imperial Physician Xu was filled with mist, as if gradually dissipating in the streets and alleys of the capital, as if there had never been such a person as Imperial Physician Xu in this world.

Song Guogong went to Xu Mansion alone today to express his condolences.

The Duke's mansion is extremely busy today, and the maidservants are all beaming, as if they are about to celebrate the New Year.

Except that there are no bright red lanterns hanging on the gate of the Duke's Mansion, tall red lanterns are hung in the courtyards and corridors of the mansion, with big Chinese characters "囍" stamped with gold foil on them, and the black lacquered porch pillars are also covered with red silk. Give the package a thick layer.

The hair buns of the maids all had a flower or a bright red hairpin.Or light purple, or bright red flowers.

Even the ancestral hall of the Duke's Mansion was cleaned up by the steward and others.

Mrs. Song turned her back, cursed a few words inwardly, and didn't make much trouble. When Steward Song led the people back out of the ancestral hall, Mrs. Song still knelt on the futon and chanted scriptures.

Like a devout believer, he is not stained with the secular world, and has no desires or desires.

Song Jinyue looked at the maidservants cowering at the door of Mingzhuxuan, holding bright red silk and satin and red lanterns in their hands, and dared not go forward.

"Qiu Yun, let them come in and make arrangements." Song Jinyue didn't want to make a fuss about it.

Can't do it either.

Father wants to show face to the new aunt, so let him go.

Qiu Yun took her lady's instructions and went to the door to explain to everyone, and everyone was grateful.

Holding the things, he quickly completed the arrangement of Ming Zhuxuan, not daring to stay longer, and bowed in the direction of Song Jinyue from a distance, and then retreated.

The scarlet silk and the scarlet lanterns are rather dazzling.

Song Jinyue simply closed the doors and windows, and sat in front of the desk writing a copybook.

When Song Guogong returned to the mansion, he saw the efficiency of Song Guanshi's work, so he naturally praised him again.

Because Mrs. Shen was still in prison, Song Guogong didn't think about bringing him back, or going to Mr. Wang to intercede.

Duke Song didn't entertain any guests, but only invited a few old friends.

There were only three or two tables set up for the banquet.

On the second day, festive gongs and drums accompanied by lively firecrackers made the atmosphere extremely lively.