When Song Ci woke up, everyone from the Song family breathed a sigh of relief and rushed over to gather in front of the bed to ask about their well-being.

But Song Ci had just woken up and lay down for a few days, her body was extremely sore and soft. Seeing that it was still long before dawn, people were dispersed. They asked to take a bath and take a bath.

The so-called illness comes like a mountain, and the illness goes like a thread. Not to mention Song Ci's old and weak body, after taking a bath, his body was very soft and weak, and he could only lean on the pillow.

When she went to bed, she must be unable to sleep anymore. After all, she had been sleeping for so long, and she was pretending to be in her heart.

Madam Gong and others arranged a soup to serve her, and prepared some porridge and side dishes to make it a midnight snack.

"It seems that the boss is not seen just now. Did he go to the morning court so early? Or did he not come back in the palace?" Song Ci asked.

Madam Gong glanced at the hourglass and said, "It's just past midnight now. Even if I go to court, it's not that early. It seems that I haven't returned to my house after going out during the day."

“Where did you go?”

How did Madam Gong know and said, "I want to see the prime minister? That old slave sent someone to ask?"

Song Ci thought for a while and said, "No, he will always go home."

After eating a few bites of porridge, she said she couldn't eat it anymore and asked someone to take it down.

Madam Gong sat beside her and said, "You just woke up, so you shouldn't eat too much, but you have to keep it carefully.    When you have a better appetite, drink some broth?"

Song Ci nodded absent-mindedly.

"But I'm tired? Or just rest or let Lin Qing give you some moxibustion?" Seeing her worried look, Madam Gong couldn't help but become nervous again.

Song Ci shook her head: "I've been lying for so long, and my bones are hard, I just thought of something."

"My ancestor, why do you like to worry? You have been sick and the fever I had before was so high. You should just rest. How should you worry? These big things are just for those with ability to worry about it."

Song Ci thoughtfully, this is really not something that can be stopped by having the ability.

"What's the disaster outside?"

Madam Gong sighed and said, "What else can it be? If it doesn't rain for a day, the disaster will not be dissipated. It's about to fall, and the rain will not fall, and even the autumn plowing cannot be carried out. I heard that some wells in the mansions have begun to dry up, and the nobles have always had spare wells and there is no shortage of food, which makes the people and the victims suffer."

Song Ci pursed her lips and said after a while, she said obscurely: "This is not the size, the more bitter one is still behind."

Madam Gong was stunned and looked at Song Ci, who also looked at her and smiled bitterly.

"Madam, what are you saying?"

Song Ci's voice was extremely low and said, "If I say that the rain cannot come, it will last until October. Do you believe it?"

Madam Gong's pupils shrank and she swallowed. It would take two months to die.

"This..." Madam Gong was frightened, stood up, looked out, bit her lip and said, "Madam, I don't ask you if you are true or false. There is only one thing, and you can't tell others. Otherwise, you will have to confirm that you are a monster."

Song Ci pulled the corner of her mouth: "I am not stupid, how could it spread all over the world? But Madam Gong, there is another thing I cannot ignore, otherwise, there will be many people who die and the world will be in chaos."

Madam Gong's heart sank, looking at Song Ci's serious eyes, her fingertips couldn't help but tremble.

So serious?

Song Ci looked at the angrily lantern shaking in the wind outside the window, sighed, she felt bitter, but she didn't say anything!
Chapter completed!