I do fortune-telling in ancient astrology

Chapter 48

Liu Mao said to the Song Master: "Our Princess is just here, please come in and rest, Master Song, and I will send someone to prepare meals."

Song An made a scribe salute to Lin Xingwei, and said, "Mistress Youning doesn't remember me?"

Lin Xingwei was still wondering if I've seen you before, but her body has already returned the salute honestly.

This man was in his early forties, with a dark complexion, slight wrinkles on his forehead, a black scholar mustache on his lips, a mink hat, a long lime cloak, and a pair of long leather boots.He is well-mannered, with handsome eyebrows and piercing eyes.

"It's not surprising that Princess Youning didn't think of it for a while. Your mother and I are old acquaintances. When you met me when you were young, you could still call me Uncle Song, but when you grow up, you are unfamiliar. That's right, since the death of Marquis Nanyang , your mother stays behind closed doors, and our family seldom sees each other." Seeing that Lin Xingwei was always looking at him curiously, Song An began to babble.

Others would call Su Shi in front of Lin Xingwei, "Mrs. Hou", or "Lingtang" if they were more respectful. This old man is good, "Your mother, your mother", you are really rude.

Lin Xingwei looked playfully at the back of Song An's carriage, followed by only a few people, and asked with a smile, "Uncle Song only takes this few people with him when he goes out?"

Tai Puqing sounds like a high-ranking official, and he is on an errand, so why should he bring more talents to look good.

Song An smiled awkwardly, and said: "I was spotted by the princess. I just arrived in the capital in the morning, and when I saw the princess's carriage leaving the city, I chased it all the way. The rest let them go back first."

"Oh..." Lin Xingwei had a gossipy face, and he had a vague idea in his heart, so he said politely: "Uncle Song, please come in and talk about it."

Liu Mao led the guests into the inner hall and served hot soup.

The farm is not as spacious and elegant as the mansion in the capital city. There are more than ten adobe thatched huts, which are not noisy and prosperous, but quiet and secluded from the world.

Lin Xingwei and Song An sat face to face on both sides, drank the hot soup, and Liu Mao presented the garden duck again, which was crunchy, tender and very refreshing.Most of the ducks here are running ducks. After half a year of breeding, they are served on the table, and the meat is more tender.

Song An put down the chopsticks after taking a sip, and asked, "I heard that your mother has been ill for a long time, is it alright?"

Lin Xingwei snickered in his heart, Master Song finally got to the point.

"Thanks to Uncle Song's care. My mother has been ill for nearly a month since the first lunar month. She is well now, but she still can't sleep well at night, and the medicine has not been stopped." Lin Xingwei pretended to be calm, and sighed in her heart that someone finally cared for her mother. Such a handsome uncle.

"Ah!" Song Anchang sighed, and after a long time of pondering, he said: "Your mother is in the prime of life, but she is troubled by heart disease, which is really worrying."

Lin Xingwei frowned, and asked, "How does Uncle Song know that my mother is suffering from heart disease? The doctor only said that my mother's health is poor, and it is not easy to recover from the cold."

Song An chuckled, and taking advantage of his seniority, he said loudly: "I am of the same generation as your father Lingtang, so calling you the Princess is not a good thing, so why don't I call you Xingwei."

Lin Xingwei readily agreed, calling her intimately would shorten the distance, and it would be easier for her to find out the little girl in Uncle Song's heart.Furthermore, the word "Xingwei" was only seen on letterheads given to her by her cousins. Since then, few people have called her by this name, and it sounds very novel from other people's mouths.

Song An asked: "Your mother is still sick, why did Xingwei go all the way to the village in the countryside?"

Lin Xingwei thought, this old man can't get to the point because he is hiding his words, so let's talk about it himself. It's better to describe his mother in a miserable way, so as to win some affection from the old man's heart.

She said: "My mother can't avoid it every night. The prescription prescribed by the doctor is missing a piece of medicine, and the pharmacy in the capital city doesn't sell it. I have to go to the countryside to find it."

Song An corrected his expression, and continued to ask: "Your mother cannot escape every night. The doctor must have prescribed medicines to soothe the nerves and help sleep. The cold winter has just passed, and many medicinal materials in the pharmacy have not been replenished. What your mother lacks is the acacia skin?"

Lin Xingwei couldn't hide his sarcasm, and asked, "How did Uncle Song know that my mother is short of this medicine."

"Your mother's constitution is prone to allergies, and the doctors always use the old prescriptions, and dare not change to new ones. Acacia skin has always been scarce, so it's not difficult to guess." Song An waved outwards, and the boy servant came in with a package and put it on. On Lin Xingwei's food table.

He continued: "At the beginning of spring, even if Xingwei found acacia skins, it was not easy to dry. These are some acacia skins that I kept in previous years. They can be used as medicine immediately. You can use them for your mother."

Lin Xingwei opened the package, and there was a burst of medicinal fragrance, and the acacia skin was dry and curly, and it was in good condition.

Uncle Song was sincere, and with a sneer on her face, she asked, "Uncle Song cares so much about my mother, he even knows such a secret thing as which medicine is missing, and he is prepared to come after her. Why is Uncle Song not in the capital..."

"There are a lot of people in the capital, and I don't want your mother to know that I gave her medicinal materials. Her life is not easy, and I don't want to cause her any trouble. Xingwei can just send someone to tell me what the family needs in the future." , I live in Huananfang, and I will find an opportunity to send it to the Nanyang Houfu." Song An smiled wryly, looking quite helpless.

"It's not a secret. Your mother's doctor is Chen Langzhong from the Calamus Pharmacy, besides the doctor from Taiwei's Mansion. I sent someone to inquire about it."

Lin Xingwei endured and endured, and finally couldn't help gossiping, she handed the Acacia leather bag to Yunzhu behind her, and asked, "Why don't Uncle Song tell your niece how you and your mother met? Why do you have to be sneaky when you are sending medicinal materials?"

Song An stared at Lin Xingwei for a moment, then suddenly smiled heartily, "Xingwei is smart, I can't hide my every move from you.... It's a long story..."

"It's okay, let's make a long story short, we just need to get back to the capital before dark." Lin Xingwei's gossip was impatient.

"My niece wants to hear it. It's okay for me to talk about it. It's all old things. Just don't mind if my niece hears it."

"Never mind, don't mind!" Lin Xingwei waved his hands repeatedly.

"I have known your mother for twenty-five or six years. The first time I saw her in the Su family, she was at your age, bright and lovely." Song An fell into deep thought, "Your mother and I are only two years older. , At that time, I thought that I could marry her as my wife."

"I fell in love with her at first sight, and she was also interested in me. We have been in private for more than a year. Your mother has been waiting for me to come to propose marriage, but I... feel inferior and cowardly. Your mother is like a heavenly being. I am inferior and dare not dare to propose marriage. Later I When I went to Jiangnan, I thought that I would be able to match your mother with my official rank, but who would have thought that when I came back from Jiangnan, your mother would already be married to the Lin family..."

Another bitter crush!Lin Xingwei couldn't help feeling sorry, how many good relationships had been ruined and dared not speak out.

Song An's eyes were full of tenderness, his voice was full of pain, and he continued: "When I was discouraged, your mother said that you should treat me as a good friend and don't cut off contact. Your father is also very generous, and you still have letters every year. Every time I return to the capital, the two families will visit each other. Seeing that your mother is living a stable and happy life, my heart is gradually relieved, and I will no longer communicate with the Lin family."

"Over a decade later, it wasn't until the year before last that I was promoted to be a servant and served in the capital that I heard that the Marquis of Nanyang died of a sudden illness. Mrs. Marquis of Nanyang has been a widow for almost half a year." Song An smiled wryly, "It's God's trick!"

"Is Uncle Song still in love with my mother?" Lin Xingwei suddenly straightened up and asked.

Song An was stunned, he didn't expect Lin Xingwei to be so straightforward, he smiled wryly and said frankly: "I will tell you my niece, Cao's Sydney banquet, I took a look at your mother from a distance, she still has the same appearance, her face is not old, say no It's a lie to be moved. I lost my wife at the age of 25, and I have a son and a daughter. I have been widowed for more than ten years. I can be regarded as the same as your mother. If you ask me to propose marriage to your mother again, I still don't have the courage."

"It's such a pity." Lin Xingwei sat still and said, "If Uncle Song had been braver back then, maybe the two of you wouldn't have to be widowers and widows now... Didn't Uncle Song think about remarrying after he lost his wife at the age of 25? Find someone willing It's good to take care of the children."

Song An glared at her in embarrassment, and raised her voice: "You girl...I...you are not afraid of being heard by your father to teach you in a dream!"

Lin Xingwei grinned, "Don't care about my father, let's discuss the matter as it stands, let's discuss the matter as it stands."

To live life is to focus on the present first, and remember the dead in your heart.

Lin Xingwei has a straightforward personality. Song An knew that his previous worries were superfluous, so she smiled ashamedly and continued, "It's not that I never thought about remarrying. At that time, my two children were young, and I was afraid that my newly married stepmother would not take care of me properly and would treat me harshly." My children, thinking about themselves when the children grow up, how could I be alone now.”

"Uncle Song is really afraid of wolves and tigers. Uncle chased me all the way to deliver medicine to my mother, but I want to continue..."

Before Lin Xingwei could say the word "front edge", Song An quickly waved his hand, "I came here to deliver the medicine because of old feelings. Don't think too much about it, niece. If you let your mother know..."

"My mother won't do anything to you if she finds out. My mother can still come to ask you why you gave her medicine?" Lin Xing gave him a slight look, so timid, he deserves to be single for so long, and he doesn't know how he got married. The first wife gave birth to two more children.

Song An saw Lin Xingwei's expression, picked up the chopsticks and fiddled with the roasted duck meat, and said, "Niece, don't laugh at me, this emotional matter is like food, it's delicious when it's cooked, and it's delicious when it's cold. , It’s not the same taste as before.”

"Your mother is a person who refuses to give up. She has identified your father. Even though he is dead, she is still willing to be his widow. I've been married long ago, so I don't have to wait until today."

"That's true. My father and my mother have a deep relationship and will never give up, just like you and your first wife. Even if the other party dies, you are still willing to leave a place in your heart for the other party."

Lin Xingwei picked a small piece of meat from the duck stand with a knife and put it into his mouth, smiling mischievously, "However, you can't just throw away the rice when it's cold. When it comes to saving food, Uncle Song might as well think about it."

Song An: "..."

(End of this chapter)