Chapter 198 Big Brother Fainted 2

It was he who misunderstood her for three full years.

He even regarded Xia Qingyao, who took the credit for her, as a benefactor. For that ridiculous repayment, he reprimanded and neglected her time and time again.

She saved his life.

But he didn't know anything, he thought he was a patient, he thought he paid half his life for Song Zhao, he thought Song Zhao owed him...

So during the three years when Song Zhao ignored him, he began to resent her, ridicule her, and even scold her for being unworthy of being his sister.

Little did she know, she had already sacrificed her life to save him.

But Song Zhao, who was misunderstood and resented by him, endured all grievances silently and quietly.

A scene suddenly flashed in my mind.

As much as he hated Song Zhao's cold-bloodedness in the past, now he feels as much regret in his chest as he can't bear to live.

Song Jingxian's mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

Hands clenched into fists, pressed tightly against his chest.

A hoarse and mournful voice continued to overflow from his throat.

so.

He, what stupid thing did he do?

quite a while.

He opened his lips with difficulty and asked, "What is the sequelae of my little sister?"

Yao Wang said, "I can't stay here for three years, I can only lie on the bed and recuperate."

"Sequelae, does it hurt?"

Yao Wang said, "That is to say, you will feel cold all over, and at the same time, it seems that your whole body is being pricked by needles."

Song Jingxian remembered that her little sister came back from illness three years ago.

At that time, he thought that his little sister had gone carelessly with his friends when his life and death were at stake, and blamed her for being cold-blooded.

Song Jingxian asked tremblingly, "Do you have a needle here?"

"Yes, there are many."

Yao Wang smiled and handed over a row of silver needles, as if he knew what Song Jingxian was going to do, he happily left the room to him and walked out.

Song Jingxian pulled out a needle and stabbed it into the abdomen without hesitation.

Rao was prepared, but the sharp pain still made his whole body tense.

Song Jingxian's eyes were dry.

He pulled out the silver needle again and continued to stab himself.

Compared with this kind of pain, the attack of cold poison is nothing.

And his little sister endured it day and night for three years.

When he was suffering from illness, she suffered more than him.

She is only nine years old.

When he was the most carefree, he had already tasted all the tortures that people might never have to endure in his whole life.

When Song Jinfu opened the door and came in, he found that Song Jingxian had passed out.

The young man curled up in a ball, his mouth was full of blood, his face was pale, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

About to be overstimulated.

Song Jinfu instantly understood why his grandmother wanted him to accompany her. It turned out that she was afraid that Song Jingxian would faint and no one would care.

He looked at Song Jingxian's miserable appearance, gloating a little.

In the end, he couldn't get angry, raised his leg and gave him a kick, and cursed that he deserved it.

After rushing back to the Song Mansion, Song Jinfu threw Song Jingxian back into his yard and went to report the situation to his grandmother.

Mrs. Song said indifferently with an expected expression, "This is what he deserves, don't let others care about it, just faint."

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the next day.

Song Zhao washed up under the bell's service, and finished his breakfast.

He loaded the carriage with his packed luggage and headed for Dudu Mansion alone.

Dudu Mansion is not far from Song Mansion.

The carriage arrived in half an hour.

Si Yu had ordered the servants in the mansion in advance, so when Song Zhao arrived at the door, the servants came to greet him one after another, and took the luggage for Song Zhao.

The person who received Song Zhao was Si Yu's maidservant, Xue Zhi, who looked pretty, but her expression was a little mean, and she seemed not easy to get along with.

She greeted lukewarmly, "Greetings to Miss Song, this servant is Xue Zhi, the eldest maid of the Governor, and under the order of the Governor, I will serve you personally when you live in the Governor's Mansion."

Song Zhao followed Xue Zhi to the mansion, and asked casually, "Where is fourth brother?"

Xuezhi frowned.

She is a maid trained by Si Yu's dark forces, and she thinks she is a big celebrity around Si Yu, so she is envied in this mansion.

Since she lived in the Dudu's mansion, the dignitaries and dignitaries who have come and gone have to be courteous to anyone who sees her.

She thought Song Zhao was trying to curry favor with her, so he should give her some meeting gifts.

In the end, why doesn't this serious young lady of aristocratic family understand any rules?

Xuezhi curled her lips, "The chief governor is still recovering from the wind and cold, and she is still recuperating in the room at this moment. Miss Song, don't be arrogant because of the favor of the chief governor. She wants to ask him to pick you up regardless of the governor's health, and the servant will take you first. Go and settle it."

Song Zhao touched his nose.

She also didn't mean to ask the powerful minister to pick her up with a sick body.

There are so many dramas for this big maid.

But since she is the maid of the powerful minister, she is not qualified to say anything.

Into the mansion.

Song Zhao looked around.

The Governor's Mansion has seven entrances and seven exits. It is very grand, with pavilions, pavilions, rockeries, gardens and fruit trees. It is a luxurious mansion.

Presumably Emperor Yuanchun gritted his silver teeth before he was willing to send it out to live in the powerful minister.

Song Zhao picked a peony to play with while walking.

Xuezhi stomped her feet and reprimanded very severely, "Miss Song, this is the territory of the governor, not a place for you to stay in private, how can you touch and damage every plant and tree here casually, you know that these flowers are The servants in the mansion rested for a long time before setting it up, and if you move casually, you will ruin the scenery in the mansion, it is really rude!"

Song Zhao pouted.

A little bit unexpected, but still put the peony back.

Xue Zhi was not satisfied, and even went online to warn Song Zhaolai, "The servant girl is the most trusted maidservant of the master, and everything will be considered by the governor. So during these days when Miss Song lives in the mansion, Miss Song should listen more. Advice from the servant, keep yourself safe. After all, you live in the Governor's Mansion, and your every move involves the interests of the master."

When she spoke, she looked at Song Zhao critically.

I feel more and more dissatisfied.

It's just a yellow-haired girl who hasn't reached the age of hair, but she was born so beautiful, and when she grows up in the future, she will be the face of a demon concubine who will harm the country.

It's no wonder that Master Gou was fascinated.

At a young age, he is really scheming.

Song Zhao smiled but wasn't smiling.

I didn't bother to pay attention to this person's baba the whole time.

After arriving at the courtyard where he lived, Song Zhao sat down casually, as relaxed as in his own home.

Xuezhi couldn't help frowning.

She continued to speak with a mocking tone, "Miss Song, I heard that the master threatened the people because you didn't report to the military area in time, which disturbed the hearts of the soldiers and the people. Is this true?"

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows lazily, "Are you questioning me?"

Xue Zhi said seriously, "This servant just wants to advise Miss Song not to seduce the master. You don't know how hard it is for the master to get to where he is today. He can't make a wrong step, but he suffered because of you. If Miss Song is really the master Well, you should know the rules. Don't let the master impulsively damage your reputation for you again, the influence you have on the master now is like a disaster for the country and a demon concubine."

Song Zhao smiled lightly.

Mao'er's eyes were bent, innocent and harmless, "You call yourself a slave, but you put on airs that are bigger than the fourth brother, what kind of rules is this?"