The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Is something wrong? She said quietly: "I am not sleepy, I want to find my mother!" With that, she tugged at her shoes and ran out.

"Miss!" Mother song stopped her and said in an urgent voice, "madam, I slept late last night. It's going to be a heavy sleep."

"I'll go with my mother!" Song Qing vigorously broke her away, and then ran to push Liu's door.

"Miss!" Mother song rushed in and hugged her tightly.

Song Qingqing looked at the neat bedding in front of him, and Liu didn't sleep in the room at all.

"Where's my mother?" She murmured.

"Miss, don't ask. Go back to bed quickly." Mother song advised her.

"Mom, you won't tell me, will you? OK, I'll ask the people in Jixiang garden, they will know for sure! " Then she ran out again.

"Madame is in the ancestral hall!" Mother song suddenly opened her mouth.

As soon as Song Qing's heart sank, he rushed to the ancestral hall.

"It's cold outside, miss. Put on your clothes!" Mother song was so surprised that she quickly took a thick cloak and ran after her.

In the early morning, there was still mist. Song Qingqing only wore an inner garment and ran on the long Qingshi road of song Fu. The ancestral hall was far away from the inner courtyard. It was in the southwest corner. When she ran there, her back was covered with sweat.

Seeing the mottled ancestral hall, song Qingqing's eyes suddenly became hot. She pushed open the door and rushed in.

Liu is hard to copy scriptures, ancestral hall is very simple, not even a stool, she had to kneel down there to copy.

"Mother!" She gave a sob.

Liu's back was stiff. He looked back and saw that she was only wearing single clothes. He was eager to stand up and hold her.

Which think, kneel time is too long, knee all numb, her whole person then collapsed on the ground.

"Mother! Are you ok? " Song Qingqing held her in his arms.

"I'm fine, you silly child. How did you come out dressed like this? Isn't it cold? " Liu held her hand tightly and put it on her chest to warm her.

"Why do you copy this?" Song Qingqing asked her with red eyes.

"Pray for your grandmother. I hope she can get better as soon as possible. This is the only thing my mother can do!" Liu's bitter mouth.

"No! We won't copy, mother, let's go Where does she ask you to pray for her? She's trying to embarrass you and fool you!

Liu quickly took song Qingqing's hand and said, "Qingqing, my mother is really OK!"

Song Qingqing saw clearly the wound on her forehead, where there was dry blood.

"Mother, are you hurt?" Song Qing reached for her forehead.

"It's not in the way! Small wound, no bleeding! " Liu dodged her touch.

Song Qing bit his teeth and strode out.

"Tilt! Lean Liu stumbled after her.

Song Qingqing suddenly stopped and rushed back into Liu's arms.

"Silly child, it's OK for my mother to be wronged, as long as you can be good!" Liu patted her lovingly on the back.

Song Qing red eyes, small hand can't help touching Liu's forehead, trembling voice: "Niang? Does it hurt? "

"I didn't lie to you. It really doesn't hurt!" Liu's gentle smile, but the smile is deeply hurt song Qingqing's eyes.

Mother is afraid of her worry! Oh.

This revenge is not a gentleman! Song Ying, old lady song, how are you!

Song Qingqing clenched his fist, and the anger of his eyes flashed quietly.

She ordered song's mother to bring gauze and sterilized wine to Liu's wound, and then she got up and left.

"Where are you going?" Liu looked at her nervously.

"I'll give grandma the keys to the warehouse! Let her be free from her mother's punishment Song Qing took a deep breath and answered.

"Really?" Liu looked at her suspiciously.

"Well, mother, you can wait for the news here!" Then she turned and ran away.

Do you really want to send the keys? Song Qingqing's mouth flashed a sneer.

As soon as she ran to the gate of the yard, she saw a green cloth carriage coming into the backyard. She moved in her heart and followed carefully.

The people in the backyard were busy, and no one noticed her little figure hiding in the corner.

Song Qingqing stares at the stopped carriage and sees a Taoist priest in green coming out with two children.

Her heart sank. What did the eldest lady ask the Taoist to do at this time?

"Miss!" Just thinking of setting off, Mother Song's nervous cry came from her side.

"Mom!" Song tilted up and came to her.

"Madam, I'm worried about you. I'll ask you to go back!" Mother song spoke carefully.

Song Qing nodded, then looked at his mother and said, "Mom? Can you find out what the eldest lady asked the Taoist to do at home? "

Mother song's face changed, and she quickly put her hand over her mouth.

"Miss, these things have nothing to do with us. We don't ask or ask! Go back and have a rest! In case you get cold! " Song's mother pulled her hand tightly for fear that she would lose it.

Song Qing was puzzled, but his face was still. When he returned to his yard, his face sank.

Mother song poured her a cup of hot water and said softly, "Miss, drink while it's hot!"

"Mom, I can't drink it!" Song Qing frowned.

Mother song looked at her and said, "are you still thinking about Taoist affairs?"

"The Taoist didn't come early or late, but at this juncture, I'm afraid it's against our third room!" Song Qing pondered.

"What about that?" Mother song's face flashed a dignified color.

Song Qing bit his teeth and said, "mother song, are you in the big room? Do you have any good servants?"

Mother song thought about it carefully and nodded: "there was a girl who was burning a fire before. At that time, her brother was ill and had no money on hand. When my wife took me to apply for medicine, she saw that she was kicked out by the doctor and gave her several times of silver!"

"A friend who saved his life!" Song Qing squinted and said, "just her!"

"Miss, do you want me to ask for information?" Mother song looks at her in surprise.

"Well! Go and ask her why the eldest lady let the Taoist priest into the mansion! " Song ordered.

"I'll go now!" Mother song turned and left.

"Mom, be careful!" Song told her cautiously.

"I wrote it down! Don't worry, miss Mother song nodded and left in a hurry.

Song Qingqing saw Han Xue standing at the door from a distance. He seemed to want to go out with his mother, so he called out directly.

"Cold snow!"

The cold snow stopped a step, but in the blink of an eye, there was no mother song's figure, so she had to turn back to deal with Song Qing.

"Miss three, what's your name She stood there with a low brow.

"I heard from my mother that you are very good at making stockings. How many pairs did you make with my father before? Is that right? " Song Qingqing asked her with a smile.

"It's my wife who flatters me. I don't know how to do it!" Han Xue said modestly.

"It's not very good, or are you not going to do it for me?" Song Qing's face was full of scorn.

"Han Xue said busily:" what kind of Luo socks do you want for the third lady? Just tell the maid to do it

It's almost the same. Song Qing squinted and said, "just make some pairs for me according to the most fashionable fashion."