"Huai'er, do you want to count Arhats or do you want to worship the Bodhisattva's lottery?" Song Ruoxi asked.

"I want to count the arhats." Song Huai looked at the row of arhats and smiled, "How should I count the arhats?"

"Which leg did you step into the door just now?" Song Ruoxi asked.

Song Huai thought for a moment and said, "It's the left leg."

"Then let's count from the deer arhat." Song Ruoxi took Song Huai to count the arhat very seriously, "One, two..."

Song Huai is eleven years old this year, and the eleventh one is a meditative arhat. The golden arhat has plump face, curved eyebrows, wide eyes, and a kind and elegant charm in its honest and solemn manner.

"The contemplative arhat likes to meditate and meditate. He can understand everything in meditative and seek out the world. He knows what others do not know in meditative, and can do what others cannot do when doing exercises. Contemplation can enable people to gain wisdom." Song Ruoxi said in his book.

Song Huai patted his head, "I often think, so I am very wise."

"Puchi!" Looking at his childish behavior, Song Ruoxi couldn't help laughing.

"Sister, why are you laughing at? Don't you think so?" Song Huai asked with a pout.

"I laugh because I have a wise brother." Song Ruoxi's eyes were flowing, his face was full of smiles, and he reached out and gently pinched his fat little face.

"Really?" Song Huai stared at Song Ruoxi questioningly.

"Of course." Song Ruoxi raised his eyebrows.

Song Huai grinned, "Sister, count the arhats, and see which one they are!"

"I counted it at the beginning of the year." Song Ruoxi smiled, "Let's go, I'll take you to another place to see."

In Wuzhai, Song Huai used it in Song Ruoxiu in the courtyard. After eating the vegetarian rice, Xiangxiu gave the brewed hawthorn tea and left.

Song Ruoxi held the teacup, took a sip and said, "Huai'er, let's talk about the family!"

"There's nothing at home."

Song Ruoxi curled his lips and said, "I have another concubine at home, why is it okay?"

"With my mother here, those concubines dare not make a monster." Ji Yun would choose some to tell Song Huai about the things in the back house, whether they are from their own or from other families, so as not to tell Song Huai that he would not know the danger and be instigated by those women. Besides, in the past two years, Song Huai has become older and has seen Ji Yun's way of dealing with people. He felt that as long as Ji Yun is here, there would be no trouble at home.

"Sisters and sisters are all okay?" Song Ruoxi had heard about Ji Yun's methods of managing the family from Zhuyuan and Liu Siniang. I believe that those aunts were still relatively peaceful, so I changed the problem.

Song Huai put the cup in his hand on the table and looked at Song Ruoxi with a serious expression, "Sister, have you forgotten your mother's teachings? They are just father's concubines, not our sisters."

"I haven't forgotten my mother's teachings, I just asked casually. After all, they are also father's daughters, and they have to be able to live up to their faces." Song Ruoxi was frightened by Song Huai's expression and tone and said timidly.

"Sister, you must not forget your mother's teachings, otherwise you will be sad." Song Huai said solemnly.

"I know, I will not forget it." Song Ruoxi shivered. The Song family's back house was very deep, so it would be better to go back two years later.

Song Huai picked up the teacup, took a few sips, and said, "Sister, this tea is so sour and sweet."

"If you like to drink, when you go back, my sister will give you a pack of Xiangxiu bags."

"Thank you sister." Song Huai said with smile and bent his eyes.

"Why are you polite to your sister?"

Song Huai lived in Jinglian Temple for three days and was convinced that Song Ruoxi lived a comfortable life in the temple and was not tortured. Xiangxiu and Vanilla served her very carefully, so she set off for Guangling Mansion with confidence.

Song Ruoxi gave the box of small animal jade carvings that Chen Mo gave her to Song Huai, and the belt embroidered with auspicious cloud pattern made earlier to Song Sui, and Ji Yun was given a lotus screen with Buddha-like characters, and three girls each made of fragrant embroidery.

"Sister, you must take good care of yourself." Song Huai repeatedly reminded.

"I will take good care of myself." Song Ruoxi stretched out his hand to pull Song Huai's clothes, "You should be careful on the road. Wait until the temperature rises in the morning before you get on the road, and you should go to the bank early to rest in the evening. When you meet someone outside, be polite and stop arguing. Do you know?"

"Sister, I'm not a child anymore. I know all these things, don't tell me." Song Huai pouted, "Sister, you're even nagging than your mother."

"Huh, little guy." Song Ruoxi glared at him, "Dare you afraid of your sister nagging!"

Song Huai stuck out his tongue, "Sister, it's windy here, you go back quickly."

"I'm going in when you get in the car." After three days of getting along, Song Ruoxi likes this younger brother very much and has the awareness of being a sister.

Song Huai got into the car obediently, lifted the curtains, and waved, "Sister, go in quickly."

"Okay, I'll go in now." Song Ruoxi said as she turned around and walked in.

Seeing Song Ruoxi enter, Song Huai ordered the coachman to set off.

After waiting for more than ten days, Ji Yun looked at the screen and her eyes turned red, and tears fell down.

"Madam." Song Sui sighed and walked up to her shoulder, "Okay, why are you crying? Xi'er is coming back again. Shen Ni said that when Defeng's eleventh year, he can pick Xi'er up. At that time, I will definitely accompany my wife to pick Xi'er up in person."

Ji Yun pulled the handkerchief and wiped her tears, snorted coldly, and said, "Stop coaxing me, you are busy with official business, so if you have time, accompany me to pick up Xi'er."

"For our dear daughter, let's put official duties aside for the time being." Song Sui pretended to be a kind father who had a daughter.

"You just said it well, but you don't care about Xi'er at all. I sent my Xi'er to Jinglian Temple and lived there for three or four years. She was still so young and no one was taking care of her." Ji Yun felt distressed when she thought about her daughter, and she was very troubled.

"Madam, it's unfair." Song Sui found that Ji Yun would be unreasonable as long as she was involved in Song Ruoxi. "If it weren't for Xi'er's body, she would be willing to send her away for her husband."

"It's all those bastards who don't take good care of Xi'er, otherwise Xi'er would fall into the water and get sick due to cold." Ji Yun angrily wrinkled her handkerchief and gritted her teeth. If her daughter is not sick, she wouldn't have been there for three or four years.

"All those damn bastards have been sent away, so please stop being angry for them. Being angry hurts your body. If your wife falls ill, the master will feel distressed." Song Sui coaxed her angrily, "When Xi'er comes back, you can choose more honest and loyal people for her."

"This is natural." Ji Yun glanced at Song Sui, picked up the screen, and gently stroked the lotus on it, "Look at how well-behaved and sensible Xi'er is. She suffers in the temple and is still thinking about us. She made a pair of shoes for you last year and a belt this year."

"Xi'er is the daughter of me, Mr. Song, and of course she is well-behaved and sensible." Song Sui said, touching her beard.
Chapter completed!