The snow was flying, the wind was cold, and the air was covered with white mist. Song Ruoxi held a hand warmer and nestled in the pillow. While eating walnut crisps, he listened to Ji Yun about preparing for the New Year. As he listened, he became sleepy and closed his eyes and took a nap.

Ji Yun looked at Song Ruoxi's cute sleepiness, and was both angry and funny, and reached out to pinch her little nose.

The maids serving in the room pursed their lips and held back their smiles.

Song Ruoxi couldn't breathe in his nose, and felt uncomfortable. He opened his eyes, brushed away Ji Yun's hand, and shouted: "Mom, are you going to murder your biological daughter?"

"Lazy girl, I'm telling you serious things. You're so happy, you're going to sleep." Ji Yun said with a straight face.

"I didn't sleep, I was listening with my eyes closed." Song Ruoxi beat her to death and refused to admit that she had just fallen asleep.

Ji Yun raised her eyebrows, "Are you listening? What did that mother say?"

"You said that in addition to considering the thickness of gifts, you must also consider the status of each family. Gifts should not be similar to last year. For example, I gave a pair of vases from the Zhang family last year, but I can't give them again this year, so I can't give them again. I can't give them a screen instead." Song Ruoxi smiled sly, "Mom, did Xier say it wrong?"

"You're passing." Ji Yun smiled and bent down to bring the goat milk soup warmed on the stove and handed it to Song Ruoxi.

Song Ruoxi put down the hand warmer and obediently drank goat milk soup. This was a few days ago. Ji Yun went out as a guest. I don’t know who said that drinking goat milk soup can cure hand cold. Ji Yun asked in detail how to make it, and when she came back, she asked the chef to make the goat milk soup. It had no mutton smell, and the taste was pretty good, sweet, and quite delicious. Song Ruoxi took it as a delicious food and drank a big bowl every day.

After drinking the goat milk soup, Ji Yun pulled the silk squid and wiped the corner of Song Ruoxi's mouth, and continued to teach her daughter, "Don't sleep anymore. If you sleep again, your mother will hit your little butt."

"I know, don't sleep." Song Ruoxi widened his eyes, "I promise not to sleep."

Ji Yun burst into laughter, picked up the account book, and said, "The Zhang family is a scholarly family, the things you give should be elegant, the Lu family is Wu..."

Fucha walked in and said, "Madam, Chunyan is here."

"Let her come in."

Chunyan came in and bowed and said, "I wish my wife a blessing to my wife, I wish my second girl a blessing, my wife is blessed, and my second girl is blessed."

"What's wrong with you?" Ji Yun asked.

"When the wife said, the eldest girl lost her temper and threw the quilt into the charcoal stove and burned a big hole."

Seeing that the weather was getting colder and snowing again, Ji Yun was going to get sick. If he had to spend money to ask the doctor, he ordered his servants to send some charcoal for Aunt Liu and Song Ruohu. However, the charcoal was not the best silver charcoal used in previous years, but the low-grade coarse smoke charcoal. When it burned, it was a fairyland, which was a bit choking.

Song Ruohu was choked and tears were flowing. He was so aggrieved that he decided to complain to Song Sui, but the door was locked and she couldn't get out. She sat in the room and thought about a trick, so she came up with this stupid way to burn the quilt. She felt that this would definitely attract Song Sui.

Chunyan couldn't rob her. She saw that the quilt was burned, and she was afraid that the big girl would get crazy. After burning the quilt, she burned the house. She quickly came to report this to Ji Yun.

"Why did she throw the quilt into the charcoal stove and burn it?" Song Ruoxi was surprised. Could it be that Song Ruohu had been locked up for too long, so he was locked up crazy? He burned the quilt on heavy snow, what would she cover at night?

Ji Yun's eyes were slightly dark, and she leaned back on the guide pillow and said, "Okay, you go back!"

Chunyan bowed and retreated.

Ji Yun picked up the teacup, drooped her eyelids slightly, and slowly savored the tea.

Song Ruoxi blinked and looked at her with his head tilted.

"Xi'er, what do you think this matter should be handled?" Ji Yun asked with a smile.

"Send her the bed and quilt again?" Song Ruoxi replied uncertainly.

"Don't be lazy, just use your brain to think about it."

"I'm not lazy, I thought with my brain. She has been confined and can't be confined anymore. Could she use the ruler to slap the palm again?"

Ji Yun sighed lightly.

Qin Xiao’s family used fire chopsticks to clear the charcoal fire, took out the chestnuts burned inside, peeled them and sent them to the table, and smiled and said, “Madam, don’t be so impatient. The girl is still young and has never experienced this. How could she deal with it? Teach the girl slowly, and she must understand at all.”

"My mother Qin said it well, I'm so smart. Mom, teach me, I will definitely study hard." Song Ruoxi leaned over to Ji Yun with a saliva face and smiled.

"Xi'er, I really hope you don't need to learn this." Ji Yun looked dim and her eyes were dark. It was a blessing to not experience these things in the house.

Song Ruoxi knew that Ji Yun was sad about these bad things at home, but the facts were already like this, so there was no way to persuade him, so he could only smile and said, "Mom, it's no harm for my daughter to learn more."

Ji Yun looked at her delicate daughter in front of her, her eyes were slightly slight. She would never let her daughter suffer any more. But the Yi brothers could make a contribution. Through the spring examination, she promoted this marriage. If she married her daughter to that kind of family, she would not have the trouble of concubines and concubines. With the support of her brothers, she would definitely make her daughter safe and happy for the rest of her life. Of course, before that, she must marry the damn Song Ruohu, sit up and said, "From Qin Xiao family, you go find two smart little maids to wait on the way back to the yard. Do you understand what to do?"

"I understand, I will do it now." Qin Xiao's family owed her body and left the room.

"Mom, do you want them to tell dad about this?" Song Ruoxi asked.

"The big girl burns the quilt to let your father go. In order to see her, the daughter burns the quilt in a heavy snowy day, how can I bear it? Of course, I have to help her." Ji Yun curled up the corners of her lips and smiled cunningly.

Song Ruoxi frowned, "Does mom want dad to deal with this matter?"

"That's his coquettish daughter, of course it's better for him to deal with it." Ji Yun leaned back, "Rong Qiao, go and get a few more silk quilts on the bed to give to the big girl."

Rong Qiao agreed and took out three silk quilts from the warehouse and sent them to Song Ruohu in person, "I would like to pay my respects to the eldest girl, and I will bless you."

"What are you here to do?" Song Ruohu stared at Rong Qiao with his eyes that were full of tears due to the fireworks.

"I came to deliver quilts to the eldest girl. The wife said that there are no other things at home. There are dozens of beds in the warehouse like this. After the eldest girl burned these three beds, she sent someone to tell me that I would deliver them to the eldest girl." Rong Qiao said with a smile.

Song Ruohu said angrily: "Don't think I dare not burn it."

"Grandma, the master will not be back in one hour. Don't burn too quickly, so as not to burn in vain." Rong Qiao's expression did not change, and she bent her knees with a smile, "I will leave."

In the evening, Song Sui came back from the yamen and heard a few gossips on the way back to the yard.

"Hey, have you heard of it? The big girl burns a quilt in the room."

Song Sui was slightly stunned, stopped and listened carefully.

"I heard that the eldest girl thought the wife gave her too little charcoal, so she deliberately burned the quilt to keep warm."

"There are fewer two cars of charcoal? The other three girls only have one car of charcoal."

"I heard from the sisters that in order to save charcoal, the second, third and fourth girls, they all roasted a low fire, only the older girls. The fire in the stove was very strong, and even the walls were hot."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's too much."

"When the lady heard that the eldest girl burned the quilt, she was afraid that the eldest girl would be cold, so she asked Sister Rong Qiao to send three quilts, and the eldest girl burned them again."

"It's burned again? The big girl is really, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

When Song Sui heard about Yinzi, he felt aching and frowned.

"They are all the best silk quilts. I heard that satin is worth several taels of silver."

"So expensive?"

"A silk quilt costs twenty-five taels of silver, and the eldest girl has burned six beds. The wife said that these things were defeated, and the girl should keep them with her. Now I have someone to take the quilt to send them to the eldest girl again."

"You still let the big girl burn it?"

"What's the solution? Who made her a big girl?"

"You two are going to die. When will it be your turn to talk too much about your master? Let's go and sweep the snow." A sharp voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

Listening to gossip, Song Sui's face turned blue and he turned to Song Ruohu's yard.

"Father!" Song Ruohu saw Song Sui and his eyes were shining. This method really worked.

Song Sui saw the remaining quilt burned in the charcoal stove and frowned, "Huer, why do you want to burn the quilt?"

"Father, these charcoals are not good. They are all smoke when burned. It makes my daughter feel so uncomfortable. My daughter has no choice but to burn the quilt." Song Ruohu cried.

After a while, the thick smoke and charcoal was burned, and the wood was burned out, and there would be no smoke. Chunyan took advantage of the clean room on Song Ruo Lake to quietly put a few jasmine fragrance slices in the stove, diluting the fireworks in the room.

Seeing that the fire in the stove was burning strongly, the room was warm, and she didn't believe what Song Ruohu said at all, she said sternly: "What's wrong with this charcoal? It's great to see for your father! Why do you want to be willful and mess around?"

"Father, no daughter, what my daughter tells the truth." Song Ruohu hurriedly said.

Song Sui didn't listen to her and turned his head and cursed, "Miss is used to make a person. You dogs don't know how to persuade them. What's the point of letting the girl ruin things here?"

"Master, I advised the girl. In order to steal the quilt, I was injured by the girl with fire chopsticks." Several maids stretched out their hands to show Song Sui.

"Hu'er, you are so disappointed to be a father!" Song Sui's face became more and more gloomy when he saw the burn marks on the back of his maid's hand. Song Ruohu was Song Sui's eldest daughter, and he was born to an aunt like him. A man could make a fortune by his ability, but a woman did not have this opportunity. He pity Song Ruohu's origin, afraid that others would beat her and favor her. Later, although Song Ruoxi, the legitimate daughter, was still different to Song Ruohu, especially in the five years since he came to Guangling Mansion, he had left the family control, and Song Ruoxi was not at home. He treated Song Ruohu as a legitimate daughter, and the other two concubines were not as good as her.

Ji Yun was hampered by Song Sui's background and did not want to make the couple disagree for a concubine's daughter, so she didn't care much about it. She thought that the concubine's daughter would be favored no matter how much she was, but she had to keep her for a few years and then she would get married after paying a dowry and marrying her, so she let Song Sui go to favor her.

"Father, no..."

"You don't have to argue anymore. Your father knows your thoughts. You do this to compete for favor with Xi'er. It turns out that you have spoiled you wrongly. As the eldest sister, you don't know how to give in to your sister, and you are a child who is greedy for food. And it's also a small matter, so I never talk about you. You framed Xi'er for maids and commit crimes, and you just acted as a wife who loves Xi'er too much, and ignored you. You are unfair and you are not punished. But now, you are just making a fuss about making small things like warmth and setting fire to quilts. If there are still things that are not as good as you wish, do you still set fire to the house?" Song Sui said sternly.

"Father, my daughter is not willful, but her wife forbids her daughter's feet and prevents her from going out. She abused her daughter. The charcoal was poor, and the food was left. The daughter was tortured by her and she had no choice but to make such a bad move." Song Ruohu explained.

"You don't have to say much." Song Sui looked at Song Ruohu, who was still slandering Ji Yun in disappointment. Thinking of the words, "If a woman is old, she will be revenge if she stays, and she will be revenge. She sighed, "For my father, I will find a good family for you as soon as possible, and I will send you to marry."

Song Ruohu was sixteen years old and his marriage was not completed, and he was anxious. But she was embarrassed to say this matter, which was one of the reasons why her temper became increasingly irritable. Song Sui's words made her ecstatic, and forgot about what Song Sui had just blamed her, and lowered her head shyly and smiled.

When Song Sui saw her like this, he knew that this daughter could not be kept anymore. He looked gloomy and went out of the house, and told the maid to serve her well, so he went to Ji Yun's room.

Ji Yun had already sent Song Ruoxi away and was ready in the room. Seeing Song Sui coming in, she smiled and greeted her, "Master, you are back!"

Song Sui glared at her and sat down on the couch.

"What's wrong with the master? But what's wrong with the yamen?" Ji Yun put away her smile, sat next to him, and asked carefully.

"You asked someone to take a few quilts to burn for Huer?"

"Six beds." Ji Yun lowered her head and whispered.

"How much does it cost to spend a quilt?" Since his life was so comfortable, Song Sui had never asked about money for many years. This time, Ji Yun was beaten up and was worried about it again.

"Twenty-five taels." Ji Yun's lips raised slightly. Now I know that I feel sorry for money again?

"She burned more than a hundred taels of silver, so you don't care. She even let her burn it. Do you have to wait until she burns the house before you can be satisfied? You are happy?" Song Sui roared with a glaring look on his beard.

"Master, I think that Hu'er is getting older. When the exam is released next spring, I will get married after choosing a good family. I can't keep her for a few days, so I don't control her. Everything depends on her temperament. This is what the master wants." Ji Yun said aggrievedly.
To be continued...