Daughter Reborn as the Head of the Family

Chapter 49 Cousin

In the dark night, the north wind howled all night long.

When people opened the doors and windows, they were faced with the biting cold wind blowing on their faces, and a burst of white light pierced their eyes. They could not open their eyes and could only narrow their eyes slightly.

After getting used to it, his narrowed eyes slowly opened.

Outside, the sky and the earth were covered in thick white snow.

This is the first snowfall in the capital since the beginning of winter, and the snow is up to the girl's ankles.

The maid in the yard was free. She was wearing a cloak and thick gloves, squatting in the snow and making snowballs. Although her cheeks were red from the cold, she still couldn't bear to go back inside to warm herself.

Song Jinyue's illness comes quickly but goes away slowly.

She had been lying on the bed for two full days, and her pale complexion had regained a little color. She heard the noise of the maids outside, and for a moment she wanted to take a look at the heavy snow outside.

Zhang Dingzhi always stayed with her and never went back.

Now that she was willing to let her go as she pleased, Qiu Yun took the fox fur cloak and tied it around her neck, then helped her to the window, only pushing open a gap.

Let her enjoy the snow from the narrow gap.

Song Jinyue sighed helplessly, looking particularly unhappy. Although the earth dragon was burned in the house and two basins of charcoal were added, her body could not help but tremble, and her neck shrank unconsciously.

"Okay, it's time to go back and lie down and rest. There will be more time to see in the future." Zhang Dingzhi didn't have any room for bargaining, so he stepped forward and closed the black carved window coffin tightly.

He helped his cousin walk towards the couch.

Song Jinyue could only reluctantly look back at the position of the coffin by the window and sighed.

But when she turned around and saw Cousin Zhi glaring at her, she could only obey her obediently as if she was resigned to her fate.

After taking off the big cloak, Song Jinyue immediately got into the warm quilt, with her black hair hanging loose, her big eyes flashing, and only her head exposed outside the brocade quilt.

Looking at Cousin Zhi, he said: "It's boring to lie down. Cousin Zhi, why don't you find a storybook for me to read."

There was a hint of begging in his tone, and he looked so aggrieved that you couldn't bear to refuse.

"Okay, lie down obediently." Zhang Dingzhi tucked the quilt tightly for her, then got up and went to the bookshelf nearby.

The black lacquered yellow rosewood bookshelf is filled with a dazzling array of books, ranging from poems and songs, Buddhist scriptures for women, to traveling acrobatics.

"Cousin Zhi, it's on the bottom floor near the corner, just find one." Song Jinyue stretched her neck to see Cousin Zhi standing in front of the bookshelf, choosing, and said hurriedly.

Zhang Dingzhi nodded and took a book from the grid at random without looking at it. He held it in his hand and walked towards his cousin.

Song Jinyue hurriedly stretched out a hand from the quilt to take it, but Cousin Kezhi was sitting by the couch, flipping through the letters in her hand, with no intention of giving it to her.

"I'll read it to you and save you the trouble of reading it."

"good!"

After only turning two pages, Zhang Dingzhi's eyebrows were frowning even more tightly.

"Cousin Zhi, you don't read your script on weekdays?" Song Jinyue asked bluntly.

Zhang Dingzhi curled his lips and threw the notebook aside. His eyes were full of disgust. When he looked at his cousin, he changed into a nervous and worried look.

"These words are so vulgar. Why can a young lady from a wealthy family be so easily deceived by an ungrateful man from a poor family?"

Zhang Dingzhi looked indignant and continued to complain: "I think the people who wrote these words are those men who dream about spring and autumn and have good luck from heaven all day long!"

After saying that, Zhang Dingzhi's irritable heart calmed down a little.

"How about I tell my cousin about what I have seen and heard outside these years? It is much more interesting than these words in a notebook!"

Song Jinyue just wanted to read a storybook to pass the boring time.

Who would have thought that I would be lectured by Cousin Zhi.

However, she had forgotten that the script she had found contained such content.

If you don't want to read it, just don't read it, and simply let Cousin Zhi talk about her own past over the years.

Just as Zhang Dingzhi was about to start speaking, Grandma Yuan knocked on the door and called out "Second Miss" outside. Zhang Dingzhi was quite a bit embarrassed, but she thought that Grandma Yuan might have something to do.

Then he asked someone to come in and deliver the message.

Aunt Yuan entered the room with an apologetic expression, bowed, and then respectfully replied: "Second Miss, Miss Zhi, the young lady from Jiangnan has come to see Second Miss. She is waiting outside now."

"No, no! My cousin is ill and can't see guests." Zhang Dingzhi was quite upset. With the behavior of the mistress of the Duke's Mansion, how could the conduct of the cousin from the south of the Yangtze River be any better?

But Song Jinyue wanted to meet this cousin from the south of the Yangtze River, so she took cousin Lazhi's hand and said: "I haven't seen this cousin yet. Although I am sick now, in this snowy day, cousin

If you come to see me, it's better not to see me again, so let me let someone in."

Zhang Dingzhi was quite helpless. Looking at his cousin's begging look, he couldn't refuse, so he pursed his lips and said, "Okay!"

Only then did Grandma Yuan retreat.

When the door was pushed open again, Song Jinyue saw a figure dressed in light blue through the green gauze, walking towards her step by step.

"Sister Yue, Miss Zhi."

The girl, with a graceful figure and picturesque features, stood in front of the couch to greet her. Her voice was like an orchid in an empty valley. She looked gentle and dignified, with a bit of nervousness and timidity in her expression.

"Sister Hua, sit down quickly. I'm sorry that I'm ill and can't greet you, but I hope you won't be surprised." Song Jinyue said with a slight smile.

Zhang Dingzhi stood up and met with Song Qinghua before sitting back on the couch.

There was an empty stool next to the bed, and Song Qinghua sat down on it.

"Sister Yue, I should have come to see you on the first day I came, but because I was worried about dragging down your illness, it was inappropriate, so I delayed coming to see you two days later." Song Qinghua turned around and took it from the maid behind her.

A sapphire bracelet was handed to Song Jinyue, who was lying on the couch.

He continued: "When I came here, my mother asked me to give this greeting gift to you. I also know that my cousin has never seen any good things, but...this is just some of our thoughts. I hope Sister Yue won't dislike it.

That’s good.”

"I see, my aunt carefully prepared this meeting gift. I like it very much. Thank you." Song Jinyue took the sapphire bracelet and put it on her wrist. She looked around and showed a look of great fondness.

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When people come to their homes to give gifts, she would never want to offend them.

And I heard that the relationship between the aunt and the little grandmother was just a superficial friendship.

She remembered what Xiang Shu had mentioned again.

For a moment, he looked at his cousin carefully.

This cousin is only two months older than her, and a little younger than Song Jinxi.

But because of the grievances between the elders, the children and grandchildren each arranged their own order.

Ordinarily, Song Qinghua should be the second young lady of the Song family.

But now, when they arrive at the Song Dynasty Duke's Mansion, the servants just call her "Miss Hua" to distinguish her from their own ladies.

(End of chapter)