Mrs. Wen pointed at Song Xiaolan and said rudely: "A concubine whose own mother is just a prostitute who sells singing girls dares to block the reputation of the entire Hou family and plot to become a king! If Hua Ying hadn't happened to bump in and bring her back, now our birthday would be over. Changhou Mansion has become the laughing stock of the entire capital!"
"The prince is still blaming me for not saying good things to her?"
"Who is a good family? I might as well send her to the palace and let her be a noble concubine!"
Mrs. Wen was so angry that she had a headache. Song Wenkang knew that he was in the wrong and hurriedly comforted him: "Madam, calm down, calm down. I said the wrong thing, okay?"
He looked at Song Jingwei for help.
"How should we deal with this matter? If we don't punish her, she won't have a long memory. If she does this kind of thing again in the future, there will be no place for my face."
"But if the punishment is severe, others should say that their family treats the concubine harshly..."
Song Wenkang said worriedly.
Song Xiaolan's knees hurt when she knelt. She wanted to move to relieve the pain, but she raised her head and met Song Jingwei's eyes, which made her back stiff.
"Simple, send her to the countryside, and in a few years, find a farmer to marry."
Song Jingwei had no sympathy for her at all. A person's eyes could not deceive others. She could pretend to be gentle and thrifty for a while, but she could not pretend for a lifetime. The only way was to deny her the chance to realize her plan.
If my father doesn't want to be a bad person, then he will do it. He has never been a good person!
The ambition in Song Xiaolan's eyes turned into fear, and she kneeled forward and grabbed Song Wenkang's hem.
"Father, save me. Father and daughter know that they are wrong. Please don't send your daughter to the countryside!"
"My daughter doesn't dare to dare anymore! A daughter obeys her mother. She can marry whomever her mother tells her to marry. My daughter doesn't dare to be picky..."
When she heard that she was going to be sent to the countryside, she realized that she was afraid, not because she realized her mistake, but because people had to bow their heads under the roof.
"Isn't this too much?"
Song Wenkang hated to see a good-looking woman suffer, not to mention that Song Xiaolan was his biological daughter and deserved a farmer...
Song Xiaolan's crying paused for a moment, and the proud look in her eyes flashed away, but when Mrs. Wen saw it, she almost died of anger.
"It's indeed too much." Song Jingwei continued, "Marrying a farmer is dirty and tiring. Why not match the third sister to a merchant, with a large group of people waiting around, and no worries about food and drink, what do the third sisters think?"
The status of a businessman is low. Although he has money, he must support everyone he meets. He cannot offend anyone. If he gives birth to children in the future, he cannot take part in the imperial examination. He has no chance to get ahead in his life...
Moreover, most businessmen have many wives and children, so she has no worries about food and drink, but if she cannot win over her husband, even if she is the wife, she will be abandoned once she has no use value...
The last thing a businessman values is his legitimate concubine. Even if she is his legitimate wife, she may not necessarily end well.
Song Xiaolan was trembling with fear.
However, Song Jingwei said with a playful look on his face: "Be a farmer or a trader. It's up to you, the third sister, to choose. If you're not satisfied with either..."
His tone paused, and Song Xiaolan shivered instinctively, no longer as arrogant as before.
Just this ability...
Song Jing snorted disdainfully.
"First send her to the countryside to live for a period of time. After two years, you can find a suitable family and then take her back and marry her directly!"
Song Wenkang made the final decision, and Mrs. Wen was quite satisfied with the result.
Song Xiaolan glanced at Song Jingwei in fear and did not dare to refute again, for fear that any words would annoy him again, so he would send her to become a monk directly!
"Come here, drag her down and lock her in her own yard! Change all the servants around her and watch her closely!"
The servant should be.
Song Wenkang looked at Song Jingwei.
"Why are you going back home at this time? Aren't you always busy?"
Song Jing changed a cup of tea and handed it to him.
"Father, mother, there is something I want to discuss with you."
He rarely spoke in this tone.
"I want to go abroad. There is a vacancy in Henan Mansion and there is no suitable candidate yet. I think..."
"Don't even think about it!"
Before he finished speaking, Song Wenkang refused with a glare.
"It's hard to get a foothold in the capital, why are you going out there to endure hardships?"
"The people in Henan Prefecture are only in the third rank. From Beijing officials to local officials, do you know that not being promoted is equivalent to exile?"
Song Wenkang strongly opposed it.
"Besides, if you do well in the capital, the emperor will see you sooner or later. If you go somewhere, you won't even be able to see your parents and family. I don't agree!"
Wen was more concerned about the reason why he did this.
"But what difficulties did you encounter in court?"
Song Jingwei shook his head and said: "No, I just want to go out and gain experience. My goal is to join the cabinet. I am only in the capital. I am blind and can't see the situation clearly."
The capital was always rich and prosperous, so he wanted to go there and experience it for a few years.
"Are you really not planning to get married?"
His marriage was a worry for the Wen family.
Ordinary women in the boudoir could not catch his eye, and if he delayed any longer, he would be afraid that he would not be able to find the right one.
"Mom, maybe we will meet you in the future."
Confined to the circle of the capital, he may not be able to meet the one he wants in ten years.
He had an idea since he was a child, and Wen was reluctant to give it up, so he could only support it.
"I have discussed it with my grandfather and have already submitted a note to the emperor. Maybe there will be an answer tomorrow."
Song Wenkang was silent.
"Just think about it."
"Brother..."
Song Jiyue was filled with reluctance.
Song Jingwei explained: "I'm not at home, please help my mother more and don't let her work too hard."
A few white hairs have grown on Wen's temples. In order to run the family, Wen has never relaxed, but Song Wenkang can't see it.
Every family has sutras that are difficult to recite, and they are not enough for outsiders to teach.
"Don't worry, brother, I will do it!"
…
Lian Suisui still remembered her promise to Xia Jing'er to send Song Xiaolan back to Shouchang Hou Mansion, and she left for Miaoshou Hall.
After the banquet, Xia Jing'er found Miaoshou Tang and sent Ni Yun away.
"Reach out."
Lian Suisui opened Xia Jing'er's sleeves and felt for her pulse. After feeling for a long time, she frowned.
"Why is your body in such a bad state?"
She remembered that the last time Xia Jing'er had a miscarriage, she gave her a prescription for healing her body. If she took a few doses of the medicine according to that prescription, she wouldn't suffer such a loss.
Didn't King Cheng take her with him wherever he went? It meant that she was living a good life in the palace and was not unable to afford medicine.
Her pulse condition was very strange, as if she had taken some medicine, and her complexion looked okay.
"What medicine do you usually take?"
Xia Jing'er took out all the prescriptions she had taken, and Lian Suisui looked through them. Except for some folk remedies that had no basis, the other medicines were all fine.
"Did you take other medicines?"
She had a very light musky scent.
Xia Jing'er suddenly said: "I use Xiangji Pills, which are attached to the belly button. It can make the skin smooth and beautify the skin..."
She didn't bring it with her, so Lian Suisui wanted to see the Xiangji Pills she mentioned.
Xia Jinger sheepishly unbuttoned her clothes, revealing the jade plaque attached to her navel.
A slender pearl belt hung around her waist, and the belt was connected to a jade plaque.
She took off the jade plaque, which was very delicate. There was a groove inside, and a black fragrant pill was placed there.
Lian Suisui judged from the smell that the ingredients for making fragrant pills included musk kernels, cinnamon twigs, poria cocos and safflower...
This thing...isn't it the kind of thing recorded in the book that can make one's skin be filled with snow and his eyes be like stars!
This one thing can at most prevent a woman from getting pregnant. How can it make her physically weak?
"Switch to the other hand."
Lian Suisui took his pulse carefully.
