One Child and Two Treasures: The Divine Doctor's Daughter

Chapter 195 My Likes Embarrass Her
After Jiang Jinyue finished speaking, Song Zihang's eyelashes trembled on the couch. Although his eyes were not opened, his face gradually became hot.

Madam Hou was very frightened, she looked at Jiang Jinyue, and then at Song Zihang who was on the couch.

Jiang Jinyue smiled at Mrs. Hou, turned around and wanted to go out to prescribe medicine.

"Hey, I'm up, don't go."

Song Zihang felt that Jiang Jinyue was about to leave, so he said something in a hurry, opened his eyes and wanted to sit up.

But my head was still dizzy, and before I sat up straight, I lay back straight again.

With quick eyes and hands, Jiang Jinyue supported the back of Song Zihang's head, saving him from bumping into the couch.

"What's the matter, little dude? Are you reckless?"

Jiang Jinyue laughed, helped Song Zihang, and then said to Mrs. Hou.

"If you have anything to say, just talk about it. I'll go out and tell my servants to prescribe some medicine. The young master is fine, but he eats less for a long time, and his heart qi stagnates and his blood qi loses. Afterwards, he said that it's okay, just eat regularly."

With that, she stood up.

As a result, Madam Hou held her back this time, and opened her mouth in embarrassment.

"You guys of the same age, if there is no urgent matter in Jinyue, you can go after dinner in the Hou's mansion. You can persuade him for me, and I am too. There is really nothing I can do."

"Ah? I advise?"

Jiang Jinyue was in a daze, looking at Mrs. Hou inexplicably.

Although she and Song Zihang had the title of baby-children when they were young, they were just ordinary friends at most, so it's weird to ask Song Zihang about his relationship rashly, isn't it?
But Mrs. Hou begged again with her eyes. Thinking about it, there was really nothing to do with Song Zihang, so she became a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Okay, then I'll talk to the young master, and I'll ask Madam Hou to tell the kitchen to boil some bird's nest in syrup for the young master to use later."

"Okay, I'll go down and explain."

Saying that, Mrs. Hou gave Song Zihang a wink, and Song Zihang lowered his head with an unclear expression.

After Mrs. Hou left, only Jiang Jinyue and Song Zihang were left in the room. Jiang Jinyue dragged a stool, sat beside the bed, and said with a smile.

"I heard that the young master has someone he likes? Congratulations."

Jiang Jinyue made a joke.

Song Zihang sat on the couch, and smiled weakly, the smile was full of sadness.

In fact, the relationship between the two was far from being able to talk to each other. Jiang Jinyue made a joke to brighten the atmosphere, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

After this sentence, the air in the room seemed to be condensed, which was a little strange.

Jiang Jinyue rubbed her nose, it was really embarrassing to be helped to enlighten others like a duck.

After a pause, Jiang Jinyue asked carefully.

"Who do you like? Are you so angry with Mrs. Hou because of this girl? Is it Mrs. Hou who refuses to marry?"

"I'm not angry with my mother, I'm angry with myself, I hope I can be more sober."

Song Zihang opened his mouth gradually, his eyes lowered, and his words were full of frustration.

Jiang Jinyue wondered, could it be that Song Zihang fell in love with someone he couldn't marry?
But think about him, the most honored Marquis Wu in the dynasty, the only son of Marquis Yuanshan, how noble does he fall in love with, that he will be so frustrated?

"You, don't you fall in love with some concubine? Or which concubine? Or the sister-in-law of the nunnery?"

Seeing Jiang Jinyue's mind getting bigger and bigger, Song Zihang shook his head with black lines all over his face.

"neither."

"Then Rong Kun, besides the married ones, who else can you marry?"

In particular, Mrs. Hou loves her son like her life, even if Song Zihang wants the stars in the sky, he might want to pick them up for him.

The topic got into an endless loop, and Song Zihang fell silent again. This time, there was a bitterness in the silence.

It was really difficult to talk to this kind of person, Jiang Jinyue couldn't figure out how to continue the conversation, so she simply stopped talking and just sat and waited for her to fall.

After a while, the servant came in with the sweet soup, and seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere in the room. After putting it down in a hurry, he immediately ran away with oil on his feet.

"She doesn't like me, and I don't want to force her."

Song Zihang sighed. In the final analysis, he is a very gentle person. Because he fell in love with someone for the first time, he didn't know how to resolve the sadness of being in love. In the end, he had no choice but to hurt himself. from self relief.

Only then did Jiang Jinyue understand, brought the sugar water in front of Song Zihang, and said dumbfounded.

"Even if you like someone you can't get, don't punish yourself by hurting your body. This will only hurt the people around you who care about you."

"Ah."

Song Zihang took the sugar water, nodded, and blushed again.

Jiang Jinyue dragged the stool closer to Song Zihang, and asked him with a smile.

"Is this the first time you like a girl?"

These years, Song Zihang has been sick and seeking medical treatment, and he has not met many girls and has little experience. It is inevitable that he will meet a girl who he thinks is amazing.

"Go for a walk, talk to other girls more, maybe the kind of liking you think is not necessarily the kind of liking you imagined."

At least it is said in romance novels that young people can't tell the difference between lust and love, and they can't understand until they get in touch with more people.

Song Zihang lowered his eyes, unable to tell whether he was persuaded by Jiang Jinyue, took two mouthfuls of sweet soup, and then said with a smile.

"Don't just talk about me, tell me about you, how do you get along with the Twelve Kings?"

"That's OK."

Jiang Jinyue replied subconsciously, and suddenly remembered that Song Zihang must have heard the gossip outside, and that the bed collapsed that night, as reported by more than a dozen versions outside, he saw it with his own eyes.

"Are you making fun of me?"

After Jiang Jinyue realized it, he frowned and said half-truth to Song Zihang.

"You've heard that kind of news. Of course, he and I are very good."

The kind that shakes the bed down.

Song Zihang still lowered his eyes, looking at the sweet and greasy soup in the bowl, losing his appetite.

After chatting for a while, Mrs. Hou sent someone to order dinner.

Mrs. Hou didn't treat Jiang Jinyue as an outsider either. The Marquis of Yuanshan was not at home, so the three of them put the dining table together in the flower hall. After eating, after Jiang Jinyue left, Mrs. Hou returned to Song Zihang yard.

Because of Jiang Jinyue's presence, Song Zihang had eaten his food, and after a few days, he gained some strength, so he sat on the porch and read a book.

Madam Hou sat across from Song Zihang, held back for a long time, and then cried.

"Zihang, you like it so much, but you don't want to fight. In the end, you let yourself suffer like this? Why?"

"Mother."

Song Zihang put down the book, and a fiery red pomegranate flower fell into the pages of his book.

"It's the first time I fell in love with a girl. Even if I don't know how to treat the person I like, I can understand that if my liking only embarrasses her, then it's better not to let her know .”

(End of this chapter)