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. Seeing the servants coming with sticks to stab people, Song Yufeng fell to her knees on the ground, covered her face and cried: "Chang'an, I really couldn't do anything that day. There were too many of them, and I couldn't save daddy."

As he spoke, he knelt down to Chang'an: "I can't help my father. I watched him being beaten by my eldest brother. My heart hurts so much. Oh my god. I thought he would be fine. Third brother, Chang'an. I'm sorry." Daddy, I am guilty."

She kept kowtowing, and blood came out from her forehead.

Chang'an silently watched her wail and cry, feeling that there was something wrong with her brain.

After thinking about it, he took out several bunches of money from the bag Lian Xin was carrying, walked up to Song Yufeng, and stuffed it into her arms: "Grandpa won't blame you."

My grandfather loved his little aunt the most. He knitted straw day and night just to save her dowry.

Except for occasionally buying pig's trotters for myself to eat, I was reluctant to spend any money on the rest. Unexpectedly, he went there before seeing his little aunt get married.

Song Yufeng's face was wet with tears, and she was holding the money given by Chang'an in a daze.

Zhang Yuyan sighed, took out the reward money from the bag worn by the maid, and gave it to Song Yufeng, saying: "Song Xiyue committed a crime and was sent to the Xishi Dental Shop. You can go there to look for it. .”

After that, he took Chang An back to his house.

Song Yufeng stared blankly at Chang'an leaving. It took a long time before she got up, not knowing where to go.

Mrs. Zhao also knew that she could not get any advantage from a wealthy family, so she hurried to her daughter to take away the money in her arms.

"This is mine!" Song Yufeng shouted at Old Zhao, turned around and ran away.

Old Mrs. Zhao hurriedly chased after her: "Yufeng, don't run around, I'll take you to dinner!"

As expected, Song Yufeng stopped running and turned to look at Old Zhao: "I want to eat wontons."

"Okay, let's go buy wontons right now." Mrs. Zhao carefully observed her girl's expression and coaxed: "I'll keep the money for grandma. We'll set up a wonton stall in the capital. From now on, we can eat wontons every day."

Song Yufeng thought for a while, shook her head, and put the money into her arms: "This is mine, and it will be used as a dowry in the future."

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Zhao said nothing, greeted her grandson Song Chengye, and took her daughter to the West Market.

She originally expected to come to the capital to join her granddaughter Song Xiyue, but that dead girl from Chang'an also came here.

Old Zhao knew that he would not get any good results if he continued to make trouble, so he simply accepted the situation and decided to settle down in the capital first.

Fortunately, Chang'an and the lady gave me a lot of money. I estimate that I can have two or three coins. I will use the money to rent a house and renovate it for the time being.

After cleaning up my daughter, I can earn a few hundred cents a day, and I can set up a wonton stall outside, and I can live a good life.

As for her granddaughter, it won’t be too late to find her after she has established herself in the capital.

As long as Song Xiyue is not sold out of the capital, he can always find her.

Mrs. Zhao looked at her grandson lovingly, as if she were seeing Song Jizu in his childhood.

In fact, Song Jizu was not the child of her ex-husband, nor Song Baqi, but the child of the man she loved most in her life.

It's a pity that the man stayed in Taiping Township for a year and then left and never came back again.

I wonder if he is still alive?

The cherry blossoms are smiling, the willow eyes are relaxing, and it’s mid-February in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Chang'an had just returned from school, and her mother Jiang Ruyi told her good news: "Chang'an, Master Hou bought us a house, which is in the alley behind Prince Rui's Mansion. Let's go and see it tomorrow."

"What? Will the Marquis buy us a house?" Chang'an was suspicious: "Then we don't have to pay for it?"

Jiang Ruyi nodded: "Yes, I don't know what to do."

There is no salary for no merit. My mother and daughter are already protected by the Hou family. If they accept another house, they are really worthy of it, but if they refuse, it seems inappropriate.

Changan frowned and thought for a while, then asked, "How much does that house cost?"

"I don't know." Jiang Ruyi adjusted the collar of her daughter's clothes and said, "Come with me later to say thank you to the old lady and the Marquis."

"Yeah." It's necessary to say thank you, but you can't just say thank you, it's better to bring some gifts.

Chang'an thought for a moment and picked out two of the newly purchased sandalwood bead strings as gifts. She placed two leaves on each bead string.

She has been learning a lot recently, including perfume making, flower arranging and music.

She didn't know how to play the piano, but she learned to play xun and chess. She also learned a little bit about calligraphy, painting, poetry, and tea.

But even after learning the basics, the leaves in her palm grew rapidly, and now they have sixteen leaves.

So she put two leaves into a bracelet every day to prepare for emergencies, and it came in handy today.

Mrs. Jiang glanced at the bead string her daughter took out, then lowered her head to catch a glimpse of the silver bracelet on her wrist, sighing in her heart.

Every once in a while, her daughter would inject small beads into her bracelet, and she would wear it but not take it off.

Although Ms. Jiang didn't know the reason, she also knew that the old Marquis's illness was probably cured by her daughter's little beads.

Is it really okay for my daughter to show off her abilities like this?

Chang'an grabbed Mrs. Jiang and said, "Mom, let's go." Go and say thank you to the old lady and the old marquis.

In fact, she really wanted to have a home of her own. Then she could bring her uncle, aunt, and little sister over, so that they could see the bustling scene of the capital.

Mrs. Jiang nodded and led her daughter to the old lady's yard.

Along the way, we encountered several cherry and apricot trees, all of which were in bloom, pink and white, which was really beautiful.

The maids in the mansion also put on brightly colored dresses, some even folded an apricot flower and put it in their hair, and walked several times to the entrance of the prince's yard.

Chang'an and Mrs. Jiang arrived at the old lady's courtyard, and it happened that the old marquis was also there.

She held the sandalwood skewer to the old lady and the old marquis: "I bought this from the salesman. I saw the auspicious light flashing on it, so I borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha. I hope my grandparents won't dislike it."

"I don't dislike it! I don't dislike it!" The old Marquis chuckled and took it. He wanted to put it on himself, but when he saw his old wife rolling her eyes at him, he only gave out one bunch: "Okay, this bunch is yours."

The old lady glared at him angrily, put the bead string on her wrist, and said with a smile: "Chang'an is interested. Grandma likes it very much."

In fact, during the Chinese New Year, Chang'an gave each of them a pair of woolen gloves. After wearing them, the old lady felt that her whole body was warm, and her frequent dizziness was gone.

But later I looked for the gloves and found them missing. When I asked, I found out that the old guy had taken them away.

He clearly has one, but he still steals it from her, which is really annoying.

At this moment, the old Marquis closed his eyes and enjoyed the momentary feeling when he put on the bracelet. It was as if a warm current flowed through his body instantly, making him feel like he was back to the state of his youth again.

In fact, Marquis Zhongqin was a military general. He had fought with the late emperor in the north and south. Later, one of his legs was injured and he returned to Beijing to serve.

After the first emperor died and the new emperor ascended the throne, Zhang Yan, a crippled loyal and Qinhou, was completely ignored, so Zhang Yan simply resigned from his official position and took care of himself at home.

The old Marquis thumped his right leg and said with a smile: "This string of beads from Chang'an is indeed auspicious. I feel that my right leg doesn't hurt much anymore."

The reason why he almost lost his life last time was because his leg injury lasted for a long time and his body was also dragged down. It was difficult to heal once he caught cold or fever.

Chang'an stared at the old Marquis' calf and said, "Grandpa, why don't you ask the doctor to open the wound on your right leg and take out the broken bones?"

She once asked the little goldfish and learned that if Lao Houye's condition persists for a long time, it must be that the fracture of the injured leg is dislocated or there are broken bones in it, which is why it recurs repeatedly.

If the bones are repositioned or the bone fragments in the legs are cleaned, things should get better. (End of chapter)