Song Ci looked at the winding river lantern and silently recited in her heart, hoping that the original old lady would be reborn again, and would be rich and prosperous and longevity.

After seeing the river lanterns, Song Zhiyuan took Song Ci to the highest Wangxing Tower in the Huaihe River, where he could see the scenery of the entire Huaihe River. He ordered fruit wine and invited the little girl who sang the song. The two brothers accompanied her for a while.

This is also one of the few nightlifes in Song Ci's era.

The night is getting deeper.

Song Ci drank some fruit wine and became a little drunk. Her eyelids were fighting up and down and she felt drowsy.

I can only go home.

When I came out of Wangxing Tower, someone shouted: "It's Mrs. Song, that's Mrs. Song."

Song Ci was shocked and the wine was dissipated.

Song Zhiyuan frowned, Jiang Fulai had already waved his hand, and the guards surrounded several masters and did not let anyone get close to him.

"Madam Song, you are a good person. You must be rewarded and live a hundred years old."

"Madam Song, I wish you a long life ahead of the Nanshan Mountains."

"Madam Song..."

This group of people actually celebrated her birthday.

Song Ci patted Song Zhiyuan's hand, let the guards disperse a little, and present himself in everyone's sight.

The noisy voice immediately silenced.

How come this old lady is so old, she is so thin and wrapped in a cloak like a child.

The wind is in twilight years.

I don’t know who thought of this word, and my nose suddenly felt sore. It turned out that the old lady of the Song family, who was known as a good man, had really reached the dying stage.

I'm afraid no one believes that she can live for many years.

"Thank you, you're all in love." Song Ci smiled and waved his hand and said, "I've received all my heart and I'll go back."

She held Song Zhiyuan's hand and got on the carriage, tilting it on the wall of the carriage and half-closing her eyes.

Song Zhiyuan thought she was about to fall asleep, so he pulled the blanket lightly. Unexpectedly, Song Ci opened her eyes again and looked at him quietly in the dim light.

"mother?"

"Boss, it's fine to put this matter on me, a dying person. If there is anything like this in the future, especially if the target is you, you must always be alert to prevent this."

Song Ci is awake again now.

"The great achievements shock the master, this is a big taboo, you must remember it."

Song Zhiyuan was shocked and nodded heavily. He said softly: "Mom, son cicada."

Song Ci closed her eyes again, and after a while, she made a slight snoring.

Song Zhiyuan covered her with a blanket, her face hidden in the darkness, and she could not see any expression.

In the palace, Emperor Chu also heard about this and his eyebrows were frivolous.

"I never thought Mrs. Song could have such a reputation."

In this tone, the emotions are unclear.

Eunuch Zhou sighed, "I heard that Mrs. Song's private property was not all distributed to her descendants, but 60% of it was used as charity funds to do good deeds. The reputation of a good man is well deserved. If it were another old lady, I was afraid she would not be able to bear it."

Most of the things that the elderly have are distributed to their descendants, so how can most of them be used for doing good deeds?

Emperor Chu said: "This heart is good, it depends on whether the people of the Song family will let down the good name she has in her shop."

Eunuch Zhou dared not accept this. Who can guarantee the future?

"Shan Ming, or something, is secondly. I think the old lady can live longer. Now it seems that she is alas. After doing so many good deeds, why didn't God reward me?"
Chapter completed!