Chapter 1863 Extra Dream Back to Daqing

In the 33rd year of Shengping, the Prime Minister of Song Dynasty.

The Grandma of the Song family has been away for three years. The scenery of Chunhui Hall is still clean and there is no trace of weeds growing. However, although the scenery is still the same, the person has passed away, making Chunhui Hall look a bit lonely.

A thin figure stepped into the courtyard, his handsome little face tightly, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with a hint of impatientness. It was not until he saw the old lady sitting under the corridor doing needlework that the coldness dissipated.

"Madam."

The old lady raised her head and saw the little boy with her eyebrows and eyes curled: "Brother Dan."

The person who came was Song Lingyu, the youngest son of the prime minister, the sixth young master in the mansion, and the young doctor Song who is very famous in Beijing this year.

When Song Lingyu saw the white underwear on her hand, he said, "Why did you do needlework again? Leave these vague things to the maids to do, otherwise it will hurt your eyes."

Madam Gong smiled and said, "It's just to make you a wardrobe. What can I do? And it's not hard at all in the daytime. Don't worry, it's dark and it's late, I won't touch Madam."

Song Lingyu nodded: "You have to do what you say. Doing such a meticulous job is the most painful to the eye. I'll help you with your pulse."

Without waiting for Madam Gong to refuse, he placed her needle and thread in the needle and thread basket, took the medicine pillow handed over by the servant Huang Qi, and placed it on his knees. Then he placed her hand on the medicine pillow and pressed her fingers on it.

Madam Gong was a little helpless, but her eyes became softer and softer. This child was always like this. Since the Madam left, he regarded himself as a fragile person.

I'm afraid I will follow you too.

Song Lingyu quickly helped his pulse, put down her hand, and said, "You are well-being, but you have some spleen deficiency. I will prescribe a medicinal meal for you and let the kitchenette do it for you."

The grandmother passed away, but Madam Gong has been staying here. With Song Xiang’s instructions, Chunhuitang’s kitchen was not removed. After all, she said that this yard would be left for Song Lingyu.

So over the years, as long as Song Lingyu returns to his home, he must have lived here, but he has not lived in the main courtyard, and he still lives in the west wing. Song Ci's former sleeping and other things are still preserved, as a way to leave a memory for his descendants.

Even Song Zhiyuan would come over from time to time and chat with Madam Gong.

Madam Gong said to him: "Don't just care about me, you have to take good care of yourself. Don't rely on your youth, you are not afraid of heaven or earth, like that kind of acne, if..."

She said, feeling quite scared.

Song Lingyu smiled, not caring.

Madam Gong said that growing cowpox is a powerful prevention for smallpox. In fact, Lin Qing had already had an idea to do experiments when Song Ci was alive, and even achieved some results after Song Ci left. However, Lin Qing did not spread it out and only told Song Lingyu about his own ideas.

Song Lingyu was a bold person. He combined Lin Qing's experiments and combined with the words left by Song Ci, he directly used himself and a few death row prisoners to do human experiments. He personally planted cowpox on himself. It was a dangerous situation, so it would be fine if he didn't say anything about it.

The result of being stupid and bold is that the experiment was successful. Song Lingyu recommended this experiment to Emperor Chu and then promoted acne throughout Daqing, which greatly suppressed the mortality rate of smallpox. It was also a great achievement, and it was Song Lingyu's fame.

Song Lingyu did not dare to take credit for his own contribution. This was an experiment done by Lin Qing first, and even his grandmother’s proposal. It can be said that he was a tree planted by his predecessors to enjoy the shade. How could he take credit for his own contribution?

He pushed Lin Qing ahead of this contribution.

But having achievements means having achievements. He dares to do the experiment with himself, and also writes the experience of the experiment into a medical case for colleagues to study and study. This is great achievements.

Look, the halo of a little miracle doctor was crowned on Song Lingyu's head.

Although Song Lingyu is young, he is mature and calm. He knows that someone is deliberately praising him, but he doesn't care. He knows how his medical skills are. Even if this little miracle doctor is now a false name, he will turn it into a real name.

But God doesn't care about God, he only does what he wants to do and wants to do.

"My grandmother said that doctors must have fearlessness and dare to study experiments in order to make their medical skills superb and save more people." Song Lingyu smiled and said, "You see, I am fine now."

Madam Gong sighed.

Song Lingyu said: "Madam, I'll go and pour incense on my grandmother."

Madam Gong also stood up and went to the small Buddhist temple with him, where there was also a small statue of Song Ci and an incense burner.

Song Lingyu lit the precious incense of water and lit it, held it in three feet with his hands together, bowed respectfully, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Grandma." He called out softly.

Song Ci, who was standing side by side with Jing in the air, looked at this scene, and when her eyes moved to the small statue, her heart was stuttering, and several clips flashed through her mind like a light. Her emotions were a little inexplicable and her nose was sour.

In the small Buddhist temple, the wind blew by, and the fragrance of the water rose straight up.

Song Lingyu and Madam Gong in the Buddhist temple seemed to have some feelings, and looked back and had some doubts.

When the two left the Buddhist temple, they saw Song Zhiyuan in plain clothes.

When Song Lingyu saw his biological father, he reluctantly stepped forward and bowed: "Dad."

Song Zhiyuan said: "Are you so incense for your grandmother?"

"Um."

"Where are you going?"

"My son wants to go to Yixue for a walk."

Song Zhiyuan said, "I'm leaving for a while, and the imperial edict will be coming from the palace soon."

Song Lingyu frowned, let go, and said, "The imperial edict is just to restore your job. What does it have to do with me? What does it mean if I am a child or not? I am gone."

He didn't wait for Song Zhiyuan to reply, and left the yard without looking back.

"Hey, this..." Song Zhiyuan's face turned dark: "This kid is now capable. After getting the title of a little miracle doctor, he is becoming less and less careful. Even he doesn't care about him."

Madam Gong stepped forward and bowed, and said with a smile: "Although the Sixth Master is unruly, he respects you very much in his heart and does not mean to disobey you."

Song Zhiyuan hummed lightly: "It's so rebellious and hard to curse at only ten years old. Madam, wouldn't it be like a wild horse when he is old?"

Madam Gong smiled and said, "If you get rid of the wild horse, you'll have the wild horse. As long as the sixth young master of her family is happy, he will do whatever he wants."

"He has achieved such a success at a young age, and the prime minister is only happy. Why do you think about him in a different way?"

Song Zhiyuan was not embarrassed to be seen through, and said, "I'm just afraid that no one can suppress him in the future, alas."

"The Sixth Young Master is the son of the Song family. He has been smart since childhood. He is clear about his heart, don't worry."

Song Zhiyuan knew the youngest son's temperament, so he nodded.

At that time, a servant came to preach, and Eunuch Zhou in the palace was about to arrive, so Song Zhiyuan went to receive the order.

After three years of Ding You, this imperial edict should come. Once the imperial edict is received, it also means that the day of elimination has arrived.

In the main gate of the prime minister's mansion, the incense table was laid out, and Eunuch Zhou read out the emperor's will, just as Song Ci said at the beginning. At his age, he was probably reinstated, and now he is as she wishes.

"I thank the Lord for his kindness, long live my emperor." Song Zhiyuan respectfully accepted the imperial edict.

Eunuch Zhou handed the imperial edict from Minghuang to him and said, "Song Xiang, the emperor has been worried about you for a long time. Apart from this, let's go to the palace to meet you."

Song Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I think you should go back to the palace as soon as possible to reply to the imperial edict. I will not leave you, father-in-law, and I will arrange for you to have some wine in the future."

He looked over and Jiang Fulai put a purse into Eunuch Zhou's hand.

The purse was very light, but Eunuch Zhou knew that the paper inside would never have low gold content. He didn't look at it, but just stuffed it into his sleeves and said with a smile: "The prime minister is kind, and the family is disrespectful, so he will say goodbye."

Song Zhiyuan gave him a few steps.

"Please stay, please stay." Eunuch Zhou didn't dare to let him see him off. He raised his hand and got on the carriage and left.

As soon as he left, everyone from all over the mansion began to congratulate Song Zhiyuan, and the smiles on everyone's faces were a little excited.

Although the prime minister has an old relationship with the emperor, the old lady has left. Who knows if anyone has left? After a few years of sorrow, the political situation between the palace and the government and the government is also turbulent, and factional struggles are obvious, so I am afraid that it will not be the original position after the resumption, which will be embarrassing.

But now that the imperial edict has come, the official will be restored to his post, which can be said to be a great joy. As long as the old man strives to survive for a long time, the wealth of the Prime Minister Song’s Mansion will be still behind.

The head of his family is still the prime minister, and even the nobles of the Song family are nobles. Not to mention the master, even the servants of the prime minister's family are walking outside, they must be more decent and dare not deceive each other at any time.

Song Zhiyuan looked at Mrs. Song with a smile and said, "After I will get rid of the patrol tomorrow, I will go to the palace to thank the emperor for your kindness. Madam is ready for a while. You can also go to the palace to hand in a sign to the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager."

Mrs. Song smiled and agreed. In addition to being convinced, the communication officially began, which was a good thing.

The next day, the Song family ancestral hall was opened, burning incense to comfort the ancestors, and officially taking off their filial piety and getting rid of their clothes.

Song Zhiyuan respectfully kowtowed nine times on the ground, twisted the incense and worshipped devoutly, and the rest of the people were like him, raising incense and kneeling down.

Everyone didn't know that in this hall, Song Cizheng stood in front of them, looking at their faces one by one, his eyes were hot, and his mouth was filled with names: "Boss, second, Su'er Jie'er..."

After the ceremony was over, Song Zhiyuan asked everyone to go down, but he himself stayed in front of the tablet for a long time.

I don’t know if my benefactor can return to her world and be happy and healthy.

Crazy.

The wind blew up a stack of yellow paper on the table, making a whirring sound.

Song Zhiyuan looked up at the portrait of Song Ci, without knowing that there was someone standing beside him and looked over with him.

When Song Ci looked at the painting, a fragment emerged in her mind. When she was painting the painting, she laughed among the flowers, and the people around her were colorful clothes to entertain their relatives.

The person in this painting is clearly her.

Song Ci turned his head and looked at Song Zhiyuan, the elegant man, crying and laughing, and reached out to touch him.

Song Zhiyuan subconsciously turned his head to look beside him, empty, and couldn't help but press his heart and press his inexplicable emotions.

He bowed to the portrait, looked at the person in the painting deeply, and then turned around and left the ancestral hall.

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