Daughter of aristocratic family

Princess Rui knelt in front of the Buddha for half the night, but Song Huai still didn't wake up. Princess Rui told Song Yuanqu to take good care of her brother. She went to Wenxin Temple to see the owner of the temple.

"Master, I listened to you. I recognized Zhao Shuqing as my adopted daughter, and asked Your Majesty to make her the county head. She has a higher status than my Yuan Qu and Huai'er. Why is my Huai'er still unconscious?" Rui The growing princess asked anxiously.

"Amitabha, will anything happen on Mr. Song's birthday?" the nunnery leader asked.

"Huai'er choked on his rice. Someone rescued him and nothing happened. But he got a fever at night and then fell into a coma."

"Amitabha, princess, you should remember that the poor nun once said that there will be a great calamity on the birthday of Mr. Song, and someone needs to protect him from the disaster in order to avert danger."

"The person who saved him was not Zhao Shuqing."

The master of the nunnery smiled, "Princess, if Zhao Shuqing hadn't stopped the disaster, Mr. Song would not have been able to be saved."

"Since Zhao Shuqing prevented the disaster, why is Huai'er still unconscious?"

"Princess, although the big catastrophe has passed, the small tribulation has not disappeared. Zhao Shuqing has a low status, and the princess forcibly helped her up. She can handle big tribulations, but she cannot stop small tribulations."

"What should we do?" Princess Rui grew up and was so anxious that she almost cried.

"Princess, the poor nun has said before that Mr. Song has an extraordinary destiny. He is destined to have an extraordinary life, but his road is also destined to be full of thorns."

"At his birthday party, the person who saved him was his nobleman. The princess asked this nobleman to chant sutras a hundred times a day before Mr. Song and eat vegetarian food for seven days. Mr. Song would wake up."

"Really?" Princess Rui asked in disbelief.

"Amitabha, monks do not lie."

Princess Rui grew up adding one hundred taels of sesame oil money, left Wenxin'an, and went straight to Zhao's house to find Zhao Wangshu.

After hearing Princess Rui's intention, Zhao Wangshu agreed without hesitation, "Don't worry, princess, I will go with you to chant the scriptures."

"Good boy." Princess Rui looked at Zhao Wangshu gratefully.

Zhao Wangshu said hello to his family, followed Princess Rui to the princess mansion, and started chanting the Peace Sutra beside Song Huai's bed.

Her voice is clear and firm, as if it has a magical power that makes people feel peaceful. Princess Rui grew up standing by. Although she was anxious, she was also infected by the peaceful atmosphere.

At three quarters of noon, the sun was just right, shining on Song Huai's pale face. Princess Rui put her hands together and prayed softly, "Buddha, you must let Huai'er get better."

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye.

In the early morning of the eighth day, Song Huai moved his fingers and slowly opened his eyes, "Water..."

"Huai'er, you finally woke up!" Princess Rui grew up ecstatic and quickly brought him water and fed him to drink.

Song Huai drank water and felt much better. He looked at the haggard Rui Chenggong Princess and said, "Mother, your son is unfilial and makes you worry."

"Just wake up, just wake up." Princess Rui burst into tears, and the boulder hanging in her heart finally fell to the ground.

"Mother, you must be exhausted from Huai'er's affairs these days. Go and have a rest. I can take care of Huai'er." Song Yuanqu said.

"Yes, let sister stay with me while you go and rest." Song Huai also said.

Looking at her sensible children, Princess Rui grew up and said, "Okay, mother will go to rest now. Yuan Qu, take good care of your brother."

Song Huai woke up, and Zhao Wangshu no longer needed to recite the Peace Sutra. He was still very tired after reciting it 700 times in seven days.

Princess Rui Chengcheng believed what the nunnery owner said, that Zhao Wangshu was a nobleman of Song Huai. For the sake of Song Huai's safety, Princess Rui Chengcheng eagerly hoped that the relationship between the Song and Zhao families would become closer.

She sent someone to the Zhao family and told Mrs. Zhao Cui: "August 16th is also a good day to get married."

Mrs. Zhao Cui listened to the sound of the string and knew the elegant meaning. She brought Zhao Cheng, Mrs. Zhao Li and the matchmaker to the house and changed the date of marriage.

It's just that both families forgot to notify the two parties involved, or that day Zhao Wangshu jokingly asked Song Yuanqu, "Is the wedding dress embroidered yet?" "Don't worry, there are still six or seven months. Work slowly and carefully." Song Yuanqu said shyly.

"It's not six or seven months, just more than four months." Zhao Wangshu thought of something, "Yuanqu, the date of your wedding to my eldest brother has been changed to August 16th. You don't know, right?"

Song Yuanqu looked confused, "Changed the date?"

"Yes, it was changed a few days ago. Didn't the eldest princess tell you?"

Song Yuanqu shook his head, "You didn't tell me."

Zhao Wangshu didn't know what to say. When he got home, he saw Zhao Yin and said, "Brother, do you know that the date of your marriage to Yuan Qu has changed?"

"When did it change? Why did it change?" Zhao Yin asked.

Zhao Wangshu's mouth twitched, "It has been changed to August 16th. As for why it was changed, you can ask grandma."

"It's great that I can marry my bride two months early." Zhao Yin said happily.

Zhao Wangshu felt happy when he heard what he said, but the next day, when she came out of the powder shop, she saw Zhao Yin and Fan Jinyao coming out of the teahouse opposite.

Fan Jinyao looked up, smiling and talking to Zhao Yin.

Zhao Wangshu rushed over with a cold face, "Brother, why are you here?"

"Yue'er." Zhao Yin called.

Fan Jinyao said softly: "Sister Yue'er."

Zhao Wangshu glared at her and tugged on Zhao Yin's sleeve, "Come in with me to drink tea."

Fan Jinyao wanted to follow but was stopped by Hong Chang, "My girl didn't invite you."

Zhao Wangshu dragged Zhao Yin to the private room on the second floor, "Zhao Yin, you are not on duty at the Yamen at this time, and you are here to have tea with Fan Jinyao. What do you want to do? Have you forgotten that you are already engaged?"

Seeing that she was so angry that she didn't even call her eldest brother, but called him by his first name. Zhao Yin knew that if he didn't explain clearly today, he would be doomed, "Yue'er, don't be angry yet, just listen to my explanation."

"Say, let me see how you can quibble." Zhao Wangshu said angrily.

"I didn't come to drink tea with Miss Fan. You misunderstood."

Zhao Wangshu stood up, snapping the case, "Do you think I'm blind? I saw you two coming out of the teahouse together."

"We came out of the teahouse together, but I didn't come to the teahouse to drink tea with her. I finished drinking tea with my classmates and met her at the door of the teahouse when we came out."

Zhao Wangshu looked at him suspiciously, "Where are your classmates?"

"When he went to clean the room, I would wait for him at the door and meet Miss Fan."

"I do not believe."

Zhao Yin smiled bitterly and said: "Yue'er, is eldest brother so untrustworthy?"

"Brother, it's easy for you to win my trust. If you do something wrong, I will forgive you quickly, because you are my eldest brother, but eldest brother, Yuan Qu is different. She is your wife, and she needs your wholehearted treatment." Zhao Wangshu looked at him seriously, "Stay away from Fan Jinyao, don't make Yuan Qu sad."

"Today is my fault, and I will avoid suspicion in the future." Zhao Yin said.

"Brother, I hope you will do what you say."

"Take you to meet my classmates."

Zhao Wangshu met Zhao Yin's classmate at the door of the teahouse, which proved that he did not come to the teahouse to drink tea with Fan Jinyao.