Song Ci thought that sooner or later she would die young. Sooner or later, she would try the Daqing dynasty and just try it out. It's a big signal.

now?

She was held and pressed by the so-called youngest son, howling, and felt even closer to the day she died young.

Song Ci wanted to raise her hand, or say don't press her down and shake her, and she would fall apart as soon as she shook her, and her eyes turned white.

But in my throat, I made a sound of an old cow, and I couldn't spit out a word.

It's fine. When I was anxious, the five internal organs on my body could not be tense, and it was a drainage...

Song Ci closed her eyes and forgot it, it would be better to die young.

Everyone also smelled a smell of urine that seemed to be empty, and their faces were different.

Madam Gong said, "Fourth Master, the Grandma can't stand your pressure like this. Get up quickly, and then go to the outside room to wait first. The old slaves must clean the Grandma first."

Song Zhiyu was grabbed by his second brother and twisted it out.

The men all went out, but a few daughters-in-law stayed to show their filial piety and served them personally. Song Ci was not willing to do so, so she waved her hand to express her rejection.

Madam Gong had no choice but to say to Jiang and the others: "Second Madam, just have slaves here, so you can go out first."

The lady is shameless. Even if she is a daughter-in-law, she doesn't want them to see her embarrassment, so as to avoid being embarrassed when they get along in the future.

Jiang and the others had to quit and wait outside.

Song Ci then opened her eyes and looked at Madam Gong, her eyes feeling very aggrieved.

Madam Gong couldn't help feeling pity, fiddled with her silver hair, and said warmly: "Don't worry, I'll come in person."

The clean room in the bedroom was busy, and the maids went in and out, carrying the dirty bedding. When they came out of the Spring Equinox, they could go in and visit Song Ci, and then several people walked into the bedroom again.

The bedding tents of the shelf bed have been replaced. The Baifu brocade quilts and plain green tents are replaced. A small charcoal stove in the room has simmered fruit peels and petals, emitting a faint sweet fragrance.

Looking at Song Ci again, the old lady was lying clean on the bed, feeding water by Madam Gong. When she saw someone coming in, she just looked over with her eyes.

"mother."

Song Zhiyuan knelt beside the bed, reached out to hold Song Ci's hand from under the quilt, but it was still hot.

When Song Ci was purging herself, she knew that she was sick. She was very ill and had a heavy body. She was both heavy and painful. Now, seeing her sons and daughters-in-law, she pulled the corners of her mouth and said arduously: "It's okay, don't worry."

In just a few short words, it seemed like I had to use all my strength to say it. When I was anxious, I would pant and whimper, like an old cow in the evening.

Everyone was shocked.

Song Zhiyu even shed tears and pursed her lips.

Lin Qing, who was standing beside him, said, "Prince, the grandmother has just woken up and needs to take a closer look. Don't hinder her and talk. When you come back, you don't have to wait here, but disturb her rest."

If it were other doctors, I was afraid they would not be so bold and so blunt to drive people away. However, Lin Qing has been with Song Ci for several years and is quite respectful to Song Ci on weekdays. Everyone in her family knows that, she doesn't dare to say anything bad after hearing this.

Moreover, Song Ci also pinched Song Zhiyuan's hand, closed his eyes, and agreed, although there was no strength at all.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to see these people being filial, it’s that she is so tired that she can’t deal with it.

"Mom, you must get better soon. I'll go back and pick up Boom and come back to accompany you." Song Zhiyu seized the opportunity and squeezed away the boss and came to Song Ci, almost putting his face above Song Ci.
Chapter completed!