"I am my father's daughter and my brother's sister. It is my duty to serve my father and brother." Ji Xiang quickly cooked the ginger soup and poured a bowl over to Song Fu. He said, "Dad, please take advantage of the opportunity." Drink it hot and make you sweat."
"Okay, you have a bowl too," Song Fu said softly to Ji Xiang while holding the hot porcelain bowl, "Don't catch the cold."
"Yes, I listen to daddy." Jixiang said, and he also filled a bowl of ginger soup to drink.
Song Fu had been watching over his son for a day, but he was really tired at this time, so he sat by the fire and took a nap. Ji Xiang brought millet and red date porridge and two delicious side dishes to Song Tong.
"Brother, please have some porridge. You haven't eaten all day. You must be starving." Ji Xiang said to Song Tong while placing the dishes.
"Thank you, sister." Song Tong had already put on his middle coat, and he was really hungry. He was so busy that he picked up millet and red date porridge with brown sugar. He took down most of the bowl of porridge in three mouthfuls. After a while, he felt a pimple on his forehead. A thin layer of sweat came on.
Jixiang looked at his rosy cheeks and was speechless for a long time. Then he stood up silently, took off his coat from the screen and put it on Song Tong. Song Tong was startled, then raised his head and smiled at Jixiang a little embarrassedly. : "I'm really hungry. The girl's cooking is really good. I'm afraid I'll have to eat a few more bowls."
"That won't work. You're still sick. You can't eat more. You can only eat two bowls at most." Jixiang looked at the grain of millet in the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but curled his lips and smiled. He stretched out his hand, but suddenly put it down. She hurriedly took off the handkerchief and placed it in front of Song Tong. She took the bowl from Song Tong's hand and walked outside, "I'll serve you another bowl."
"I haven't finished eating yet..." Song Tong looked puzzled. Seeing Jixiang ignore him, he didn't do anything. He picked up a chopstick and ate the fried fungus while taking out the taro-colored handkerchief and was about to wipe it. Wiping his mouth, he just looked at the yellow-orange forget-me-not grass embroidered on the handkerchief. After all, he sighed, put the handkerchief down again, and sighed softly.
I don’t know when it will stop snowing.
I don’t know how Yu’er is doing now.
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December 13th of the first year of Tianding
Dali.
Capital.
In the early morning, the Yushitai reported the new commander of the patrol camp, Mu Nanshan, to the imperial court, saying that Mu Nanshan killed someone while drunk and had committed a heinous crime. He was really not qualified to be the commander of the patrol camp. He asked Long Live Lord to order his removal. For a time, the whole court Uproar.
Here's the thing.
After Mu Nanshan entered the capital, all the nobles and nobles in the capital wanted to please. Although the new commander of the patrol battalion who took office was young and had a low official position, he was one of the first-class upstarts in the capital. After all, who was he? The only biological brother of the Empress, and Long Live Master obviously values this brother-in-law very much. He is the brother-in-law of Long Live Master. He is also handsome and unmarried. A man of this level is probably rare to come across in a hundred years. Of course, many aristocratic families are holding back on marrying off their daughters. Even if the daughter cannot be the wife of the first wife, it is still good to be a concubine to fill the house.
So since then, Mu Nanshan's mansion has never been deserted. When Mu Nanshan first arrived in the capital, he didn't understand the interpersonal relationships in Dali Capital, and Mu Nanzhi had just entered the harem, so he couldn't be too arrogant, lest he Mu Nanzhi's virtuous reputation was affected, so although he was tired of dealing with it, he never chased anyone out, but he was really disgusted in his heart.