Lu Ling guided his servants to help Master Song to the main hall. Sima was shocked to see that Master Song was so sick that it was difficult to walk.
Sima said: "If you are so ill, how will you welcome King Zhao in two days?"
Mr. Song sat back in his chair, seemingly in a trance and his reaction was a little slow.
After a long while, he said: "If I can't go to greet King Zhao, and I still have my life afterwards, I will go and ask for forgiveness..." At this point, Master Song suddenly stopped and raised his hand to beat his temple.
Lu Ling didn't dare to touch him and quickly asked his servants to massage the sides of his head.
Sima stared at Master Song for a long time. Master Song seemed to be extremely uncomfortable, his face was a little distorted and his beard was trembling.
After a long time, his pain eased a little, and then he opened his eyes again and said:
"If I die, I don't think King Zhao will blame my family."
Lu Ling saw that the father-in-law who used to protect him suddenly became so seriously ill, but he was still thinking about his family. He felt distressed and said: "Father, you have worked hard to build the royal palace and prepare the gifts for the country. I think King Zhao must be a generous man." Man, even if you are not present when the time comes, King Zhao will not blame you if he knows the reason."
Mr. Song closed his eyes again, his head tilted and hanging on the back of the chair, breathing difficultly.
Seeing Master Song looking like he was about to die, Sima could only comfort him: "My lord, please rest in peace and recuperate for the past two days. I will handle all matters with my colleagues later..."
As he spoke, he wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves...
Lu Ling pursed his lips and said nothing.
After Sima left, Lu Ling thought for a while and then said to Mr. Song: "Father, to be honest with you, I took my biological mother to Weicheng and now lives in a house not far from the Song family."
"Ah?" Mr. Song opened his eyes and seemed to be surprised, "My mother-in-law is here, why don't you take her home? You, too, have only told me after so many days. Your mother must blame me for the Song family's etiquette." Buzhou...go, I will go and greet her in person..."
As he spoke, he held the armrests of the chair with his hands and stood up.
As a result, before his legs were straightened, his eyes were spinning, and his body fell back into the chair uncontrollably.
Lu Ling was really shocked.
He was obviously able to walk the day before yesterday, so why was he so sick today?
Lu Ling hurriedly asked the servant who was taking care of him. The servant hesitated and said: "Last night, the master woke up in the middle of the night and said he was worried about government affairs. He just got up and dealt with official duties all night, so his condition worsened..."
Lu Ling sighed deeply and said, "Father, if you have to worry about government affairs, you have to take good care of yourself before you worry about it!"
Mr. Song closed his eyes tightly and said: "On the day I fell ill, another new order came to the capital. This time it was the matter of King Zhao's selection of his concubine. It is no less important than the matter of King Zhao's marriage to Fan. I'm afraid that the people below can't handle it well. Something that has always been on my mind..."
"Father, Prince Zhao's selection of a concubine is not your business alone. Moreover, you are so seriously ill that even if you have the intention, you are powerless. Why not relax and recuperate? Wouldn't it be better to take care of this matter after you recover from your illness? ?”
Master Song sighed and shook his head, muttering: "You don't understand, this King Zhao has..."
He wanted to say that King Zhao was ill, and the criteria for selecting a princess should not be just beauty, dignity, virtue, and virtue.
But then I thought about it, Lu Ling was a woman, how could I talk to her about such political matters?
Then he shut up.
Lu Ling couldn't ask further questions, so he said: "Father, I want to say that there is a famous doctor from the capital next to my mother. He has very high medical skills. In the past two days, I thought that my father was overworked and would get better after two days of training. I didn't expect you today It's my fault that your condition has worsened, I should have asked the doctor to look at you earlier."
"Oh?" Mr. Song's eyes lit up, as if he had caught some hope. He smiled and said, "Since she is a famous doctor from the capital, her medical skills must be very good. Invite her quickly."
Lu Ling nodded and was about to leave. Mr. Song added, "Ling'er, you have the final say in the inner house now. Don't let your mother be neglected outside. It's better to bring her into the house..."
Lu Ling verbally agreed, but had no intention of doing so.
She walked to the door and asked the servant to go to the military camp to inform Song Qi about Mr. Song's situation. Then she took the carriage and arrived at the house where Mrs. Lu was staying in less than half a quarter of an hour.
As soon as he got off the carriage, Lu Ling suddenly heard a dog barking from the alley behind him.
She didn't pay attention and walked quickly towards the door.
At this time, in the courtyard, a handsome boy was using tools to trim the leaves of Mandarin Duck Jasmine in the flower bed.
While he was pruning, he turned his head and looked in the other direction from time to time.
Following the direction he looked, he saw the osmanthus flowers blooming just right over there. Under the osmanthus tree, a girl was holding a bamboo basket and picking golden osmanthus flowers on the tree.
That girl is Xin Yi.
She was picking sweet-scented osmanthus carefully, and she didn't notice that a handkerchief fell out of her sleeve and fell to the ground.
The boy noticed the white handkerchief on the ground and said quickly: "You dropped the handkerchief!"
Xin Yi turned around and met the boy's warm eyes, and couldn't help but frown, showing disgust.
The boy walked quickly towards Xin Yi, picked up the handkerchief for Xin Yi first, and handed it to Xin Yi with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Xin Yi saw him and took his handkerchief in his hand. He became angry and said angrily: "Who told you to touch my things?"
The boy froze on the spot. Looking at Xin Yi's angry face, he spread out the handkerchief and said, "I just picked it up for you."
"Who wants you to be extra-handed!" Xin Yi ducked to the side, as if there was something dirty on the boy's body that he wanted to smear on her.
"Hey, your handkerchief..." The boy looked at Xin Yi blankly.
"Huh!" Xin Yi glared at him unceremoniously, turned around, picked up the basket, and went to the back house.
The boy still had the white handkerchief spread out in his hand, feeling a little at a loss.
He lowered his head and looked at the red plums embroidered on it. The red plums seemed to emit bursts of fragrance through the handkerchief.
The boy looked at the handkerchief for a long time, then folded it carefully and stuffed it into the collar on his chest.
Turning around, he suddenly found Lu Ling walking quickly this way.
He thought that Lu Ling had seen the scene just now, so he quickly lowered his head and called out "Miss" weakly. Unexpectedly, Lu Ling just passed by him and didn't notice him at all.
Lu Ling walked quickly to Mrs. Lu's yard.
At this time, the sun is just right and the autumn breeze is refreshing.
In the pavilion, Qi Sisi and Mrs. Lu were sitting there, and Haitang was holding a bowl of bird's nest porridge on one side.
Qi Sisi was chattering while holding melon seeds in one hand.
Lu Ling heard the laughter of the three people from a distance.
He came closer, but heard Qi Sisi say: "A patient with indigestion complained to the doctor: 'I have been very abnormal recently. I poop when I eat, cucumbers and cucumbers, watermelons and watermelons. How can I get back to normal?' The doctor said: 'Then you can only eat shit.'"
