The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Song Yihuan only feels that her blood is boiling. She hates song Qingqing very much. As long as she can't get up in the mud, she would rather pay any price.

In the auspicious garden, the great master and song Shangshu are sitting opposite each other, and they are all cold.

"Master, I think Zihan is right. It's time for him to give blood. After all, she is the only male in the Song family. We must be careful in inheriting blood."

Song Zihan nodded and bowed: "father, this matter is not harmful to the third brother. If you can verify with him whether the child is his own, he should praise him. What else do you think about?"

Song Shangshu frowned and glared at him: "what a glorious thing do you think it is? If this drop of blood is spread, won't it make people laugh at our song government? "

Song Zihan quickly said: "of course, I won't let others know. It's just to let the children come to worship the ancestral hall. When the gate of the ancestral hall is closed and no one is left, who can know what is going on in the ancestral hall?"

"Zihan is a good idea, sir. What else do you have to worry about?" Old lady song took a crutch and pestled the ground.

"Shut up Song Shangshu gave her a cold rebuke.

Old lady song's face changed, and her eyes for help fell on Song Zihan.

Song Zihan gave her a soothing look and said in a low voice: "father, I know you are worried about the reputation of our song family. Now that the election is coming, we Yinger have a strong voice. The civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty are staring at our song family. If you are careless, you will lose everything. But have you ever thought about it? If Liu's story is spread, what will others think of us Song family? Didn't she have a previous criminal record? Only if you admit that it's your grandson, people won't talk about it! " Song Zihan said in a low voice.

Song Shangshu suddenly stood up and said: "in this world, the most difficult thing to block is the long mouth!"

Song Zihan said: "I'm also for the Song family. If there's a stigma, it's not only the Song family, but also your previous layout in the court, and the Yingfei who is going to be the queen!"

Song Shangshu half narrowed his eyes and pondered for a long time before he said: "call him into the mansion tomorrow morning!"

Song Zihan answered quickly and backed out with a bow.

In the early morning, Liu's high fever subsided a lot. She woke up with her eyes half open. She looked sideways and saw song Qingqing, who was sleeping beside her. Her eyes were slightly hot.

Song Qing's sleep was very light, and Liu's eyes opened when she was a little quiet.

"Mother? Are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort? " She anxiously looked at the pale and ugly Liu.

Liu took her hand and said, "how did you stay all night? Look at the fatigue on your little face

Song Qingqing helped her up and let her lean on the pillow. He reached back and took the medicine bowl. After testing the temperature, he gave her a drink with a spoon.

Liu wanted to come by herself, but as soon as she moved, she pulled the wound. She took a breath of cold air.

"Mother, don't move, just let me come." Song Qingqing said in a hurry.

Liu's frowned and sighed: "Niang thought she couldn't live this time."

Song Qingqing looked at her complicatedly and said, "isn't it good? I won't let you and your brother have anything to do with me. "

Hearing her mention of her younger brother, a faint smile rose on Liu's face: "where's your younger brother?"

As soon as her voice fell, she heard the sound of opening the door. She came in with a crying baby in her arms and said with a smile, "look, it's like telepathy. I know my mother wakes up and is crying with hunger."

Liu quickly picked up the little guy, only to see his face carved with jade, his heart was very happy.

She looked up at Song and said, "where's your father?"

Wenpo quickly said, "the third master just told me to report to the lady, saying that the Song government sent someone to come and invite him. He will come as soon as he goes."

Song Qing was so excited that he asked his father to do something at this time?

Liu's face turned white, subconsciously hugged the baby in his arms, and nervously said: "tilt? Is it because I already know that I gave birth to a baby that your father is invited over there? "

Song Qingqing comforted her and said, "if you know what, you'll come back from the gate of hell. No matter what they do or who they will do, I'll block everything for you."

Liu nodded slowly. At this time, she had completely regarded song Qingqing as her own backbone.

Seeing Liu's embracing the baby to nurse, song Qingqing told wenpo to go out of the inner room.

Outside the room are green toad and song's mother. As soon as they see song leaning out, they respectfully come forward.

Song Qingqing frowned and asked, "do you know what my father is going to do over there?"

Green Toad said in a low voice: "it's said that it's a matter of genealogy for the young master. Our young master is the only male of the Song family. Naturally, we dare not ignore him in the old house."

Song Qingqing's eyes jumped. Could things be as simple as they thought? She paced back and forth in the corridor. She didn't know why. She always felt that with Mrs. song's disgust for their three rooms, she would fight against them in the genealogy.

As she expected, an hour later, song Qingshan returned home, his face was very ugly, and he locked himself in his study. Whoever knocked on the door was scolded.

Song Qingqing wandered to the door of the study, thinking that with his father's temperament, if he had not been forced to retreat, he would not have lost his temper.

Thinking of this, she plucked up her courage and knocked on the door.

"Get out of here!" Inside the study came song Qingshan's roar, mixed with what he threw out, hit the door heavily, making a loud clang.

Song Qing's face sank and he said in a light voice, "I'm Qing Qing."

The door opened slowly, revealing song Qingshan's cold face and bloodshot eyes.

Song Qingshan looked at her with a complicated look and let her into the room.

Desk scattered, the ground is a mess, inkstone brush flying in the corner, it seems that he just lost a good temper. I should be angry at the old house, right? Song Qing thought about it with all his heart.

Song Qingshan looks awkwardly at his silent daughter. His lips are muttering to say something, but in the end, he just sits on a chair with a face full of depression and gloom.

Looking at his dejected appearance, song Qingqing knew that he was suffering in his heart, because she found that his fingers were trembling slightly.

"Dad? What happened? Can you tell me something about it? " Song leaned down and held his shaking, rough hand.