"I would like to leave this scripture behind. With my junior brother's intelligence, I will be able to identify more words. The monk believes that with my junior brother's help, this scripture will be translated as soon as possible." Ye Shuhua handed the scripture back to Xiangxiu and said sincerely.

Xiangxiu did not answer the scriptures, looking at the figure behind the screen.

Song Ruoxi pondered for a moment and said, "As far as my senior brother's wishes."

Ji Yun frowned, caring about Song Ruoxi's mood, and did not stop him. She just looked at her in disagreement.

Xiang Xiu sighed slightly and took the scriptures with both hands.

Ye Shuhua carefully overlapped the paper and was about to put it in his arms, Ji Yun said, "Young Master Ye, please return the note written by the little girl to the maid."

Ye Shuhua devoted himself to the Buddha. When he saw the translation of the scriptures, even if it was just a few words, he was very excited. He forgot the common rituals for a moment. Ji Yun reminded him that the handwriting of his daughter in the boudoir could not be lost. His handsome face turned slightly red and he stood up to apologize, "The little monk is rude, donor forgive me, please borrow the pen, ink, paper and ink, and Rong Xiaoseng copied these words."

Ji Yun smiled lightly and said, "Come here, take the pen, ink, paper and ink to Master Ye."

The maid gave her pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Ye Shuhua copied the dozen words and returned the paper to Xiangxiu with both hands, "Thank you, donor."

"Young Master Ye, don't be polite." Ji Yun said.

Ye Shuhua looked at the faint figure behind the screen and smiled gently: "Junior brother, the little monk is back first, come and visit him another day."

"Senior brother, walk slowly." Song Ruoxi said politely.

When Ye Shuhua left, Ji Yun said in a word: "Xi'er, if you read too much Buddhist scriptures, your mind is indifferent and quiet. You are a girl's home. Don't study too much. Embroider more embroidery when you have time."

"Mom, I have never forgotten what I promised you." Song Ruoxi smiled. Ji Yun's behavior these days was strange, and she felt strange. She finally realized it. "What's more, I have broken the precepts and ate meat and fish. No temple will accept me as a wine and meat nun."

"Mom knows that Xi'er is a trustworthy person. Just nag more and don't bother me."

Song Ruoxi stepped forward and hugged Ji Yun's arm, and said coquettishly: "Mom, for lunch, I want to eat milky egg snail meat."

Ji Yun curled her lips, "Tsk tsk tsk, this little mouth is getting more and more tactful."

"I'm just a delicious girl!" Song Ruoxi was not ashamed, but proud.

"I don't know who I like, but I like to eat these tricky and weird things." Ji Yun reached out and scraped her nose.

The mother and daughter talked and laughed and returned to Zhuyinyuan.

In the afternoon, Song Ruoxi fell asleep and sat in the corridor embroidered a handkerchief. Qiaotao hurried in, "Girl, the fifth young master is from..."

"What's wrong with Huai'er?" Song Ruoxi asked.

Qiao Tao took a deep breath, "The fifth young master slid off the horse's back and his body was scratched."

Song Ruoxi was shocked and threw down the embroidery work in his hand, then ran out with his legs.

"Girl, don't worry, girl. I heard that the fifth young master didn't fall, but he just scratched a little skin when he came down. He had asked the doctor to see it and said that he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, but he just bruised. He was a little scared and he would be fine after a few days of rest." Qiaotao followed behind and said anxiously.

Song Ruoxi heard it and hurriedly ran to the yard where Song Huai lived. It was already quite cool, and sweat came out of his forehead. He walked too fast and was almost overwhelmed by the threshold when he entered the door. Fortunately, Qinghe reached out to support her.

"Miss Seven is here!" The maid saw Song Ruoxi rushing over and hurriedly reported to the house.

Inside the room, Ji Yun was scolding Song Huai with a gloomy face, "Riding a horse is not a joke, how can you be so careless? What kind of horses can you compete with people? What can you do? Do you think you are a king who is beaten and you won't hurt when you fall?"

"Mom, how about Huai'er?" Song Ruoxi asked while walking towards the bedroom.

"Sister, I'm fine." Song Huaizhong replied angrily.

Song Ruoxi walked in and saw Song Huai leaning on the bed. Ji Yun sat by the bed, not caring about saluting Ji Yun, and stepped forward and said, "Huai'er, let me see your injuries."

Song Huai was injured on the inner side of his legs and elbows. The inner side of his legs was not easy to see for Song Ruoxi, so he rolled up his sleeves and showed her the bandaged elbows, and smiled and said, "Sister, I'm fine, I'll just wipe some skin. It's not heavy. It will be fine in two days."

"It's not heavy, and you still need to bandage?" Song Ruoxi was not easy to fool and glared at him, "Mom, what do you mean?"

"The doctor said it was nothing, but he just took medicine and could not take a bath these days. He would smell bad these days. Don't come to see him, so as not to get sick." Ji Yun said with a straight face.

"Now, the stinky Huai'er is a real name." Song Ruoxi heard Ji Yun's words relaxed, and knew that Song Huai was not hurt too much, so he felt relieved and joked with a smile.

"Sister, let's forget about others despise me, you can't despise me. I am your favorite younger brother. You have to come to see me three times a day." Song Huai said coquettishly.

"I don't want to be a stinking place." Song Ruoxi curled his lips, "I'll see you once a day."

"It's still my sister who loves me." Song Huai smiled.

"What do you want to eat? I'll let Silkworm make it for you." Song Ruoxi asked.

"I want to eat lotus seeds." Song Huai likes to eat sweets, and his mouth is even more tactful than Song Ruoxi. He doesn't like to eat snacks made in the big kitchen, so he often goes out to buy them, or begs Song Ruoxi to ask his wife to have a small meal for him.

"Okay, I'll let Silkworm make it and send it to you." Song Ruoxi smiled.

Seeing that the brother and brother had a good relationship, Ji Yun was happy, but sighed: "Oh, I have raised two foodies."

"Mom!" the siblings shouted unyieldingly.

The mother and son were chatting, and the maid reported outside: "Mrs., the old lady in the family, the eldest lady and the second lady are here."

When Mrs. Ji heard that Song Huai fell off the horse, she almost fainted. She didn't care about any politeness or qualities, and hurried over with her two wives.

Ji Yun and Song Ruoxi stood up to greet them.

"How is Huai'er?" Old Mrs. Ji grabbed Ji Yun, her hands trembling and her face pale.

"Mom, don't worry, Huai'er is fine, so he touched some skin. He is in good spirits. He was still asking his sister for food just now." Ji Yun said with a smile.

"Grandma, I'm fine." Song Huai said loudly in the room.

Mrs. Ji shook Ji Yun's hand away and walked in quickly. After repeatedly confirming that Song Huai was injured, she sat on the chair and said, "Good grandmother, grandma is old and can't cause trouble again without fear."

"Huai'er knows, she will definitely be good in the future." Song Huai said with a serious expression.

"He competed with Li'er for a horse last time. After winning, he was complacent and looked for people everywhere to compete with others." Ji Yun personally presented tea to Mrs. Ji, "I learned a lesson today, and I see that he will show off in the future."

Song Ruoxi presented tea to his two aunts and sat down aside.

Mrs. Ji took a sip of tea and said, "Good grandson, you must be strong and competitive, but you must do it within your ability."

"Huai'er knows, and she won't show off again in the future." Song Huai said authentically after being taught.

Mrs. Ji and the other two sat for a while, then Ouyang came over. Then Wen received the news and brought Song Ruohan's sisters to visit. After caring about it, they all blamed Song Huai for being too reckless.

When Xiao Jiang, who was in the Buddhist temple learned about it, he snorted coldly and said, "Why didn't he fall to death that short-lived ghost?"

"Madam, the Bodhisattva is above." The old lady who served her whispered.

Little Jiang looked up at Baici Guanyin. She believed the sayings of ghosts and gods, and she still felt a little awe in her heart. She lowered her head to continue chanting the scriptures.

Song Huai was injured, so he went to school to take leave and rested at home.

Song Ruoxi kept his word and came to see him once a day. Song Huai was so mean to eat this one today and that one tomorrow. Song Ruoxi smiled and agreed, and asked the silkworm mother to make it for him to eat. Song Ruoman and Song Ruoqing also benefited.

It was the sixteenth day of February. Song Ruoxi was woken up by Xiangduo early, and put on a red, golden embroidered branched peony flowers with peony flowers, a long red dress with a double bun, a pair of jade-inlaid beads, butterfly love flowers, a pair of crescent silver combs inlaid with hibiscus stones, and long willow leaves hanging down beside his ears.

When they went to the main courtyard, Song Ruochi and Song Ruojuan had arrived. They were wearing big red robes and concubines' red skirts like Song Ruoxi. After breakfast, Ji Yun asked Rong Qiao to send the three of them to Huifangyuan, where the guests were entertained. When they walked to the gate of Zhuyinyuan, Song Ruohan and Song Ruoqing sisters came over, with the same big red robes and concubines' red skirts.

On the way, we met three girls from the long room again. Song Ruoman and Song Ruoyan were wearing dresses of the same color as Song Ruoxi and others. Only Song Ruoying was wearing a big red brocade embroidered flower peony pattern wide-sleeved jacket, a gold-colored embroidered horse-faced skirt, a flying fairy bun, a tendril wing, a three-tail dotted green and single-drop tassel phoenix hairpin, which made her look bright and radiant, and her five-pointed beauty increased to eight.

According to the etiquette, this post is from Song Ruoxi. The main owner is her. Others should cooperate with her to wear clothes. This is the rules and etiquette of aristocratic families for treating guests. However, Song Ruoying is unique and clearly falling on the face of Song Ruoxi.

Song Ruohan curled the corners of his lips and sneered, "The third sister must have gotten up anxious today. She was wearing the wrong dress. The people who served were too careless, and she would not remind the third sister. The third sister should tell her second aunt and choose some people who can serve them for the third sister to avoid making mistakes and making jokes."

"Sister Ninth, who is the biggest among the sisters here at this time?" Song Ruoying asked with a raised eyebrow.

In terms of age, Song Ruoying is the biggest at this time. Song Ruohan can't say that her words are wrong, and she purses her lips and says nothing.

Song Ruoying snorted proudly, raised her chin slightly, and took the lead in walking towards Huifangyuan.

Song Ruoxi shook his head gently at Song Ruohan with a smile, saying, "Don't care about a small matter."

The flower season is when planting elm-leaf plum blossoms in the flower garden. Clusters bloom brilliantly.

Song Ruoying sneered: "My second aunt is really considerate and let the seventh sister entertain guests in Huifang Garden."

"If my second aunt is not doing everything well, my grandfather will not let her be the family." Song Ruohan stabbed Song Ruoying.

Song Ruoying glanced at Song Ruohan and walked into the hall. Before the guests arrived, eight people went to the East Warehouse to sit first, and the maid brought tea and snacks.

"This is the first time I have entered this Huifang Garden, so I have to take a good look." Song Ruoyan walked around with a teacup. When she walked behind Song Ruoying, she staggered and rushed forward. The cup of warm tea in her hand poured all the body of Song Ruoying.

"Oh, third sister, I'm sorry, my sister failed. Third sister, have you burned it?" Song Ruoyan panickedly and helped Song Ruoying wipe the water from her clothes with a handkerchief.

"Sister Six, why are you so careless?" Except for Song Ruoman who was gnawing on pastries, the other six people blamed Song Ruoyan in unison, but everyone had a smile in their eyes.

"Get out of here, don't you pretend to be kind." Song Ruoying pushed Song Ruoyan away with anger. She was so strong that she almost pushed Song Ruoyan to the ground.

Song Ruoyan had no annoyance on her face and apologized: "Three sisters, I was too careless and accidentally knocked over the teacup and stained the third sister's clothes. Don't be upset, sister, I'm here to apologize to you."

"My third sister's clothes are wet. Although it's already warm, she has to pay attention. She should go back to the room to change her clothes! If she catches cold and gets sick, it will be bad." Song Ruoxi said with concern.

The other few echoed in unison, "Hongping, Green Willow, aren't you waiting for the third girl to go back to her room to change her clothes."

"You...you guys are bullying me together!" Song Ruoying's eyes were red in anger, and she covered her face with a handkerchief and ran outward.

"What's wrong with her third sister? Who bullied her?" Song Ruoman asked blankly after eating a piece of snack.

"Fifth Sister, you have finished all the snacks. The third sister has nothing to eat, so she gets angry." Song Ruojuan teased her with a smile.

"The third sister is the most cautious and likes to get angry." Song Ruo believed it, so she didn't ask any more questions, grabbed a piece of snack and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Fifth Sister, you eat so much snacks and can't eat any food later. Eat a few less pieces." Song Ruoxi advised.

"I don't like eating, I like to eat snacks. Sister Qi, please greet others, don't hello me." Song Ruo smiled silly.
To be continued...