Chapter 280: The Humble Big Brother 8

Song Jinfu didn't say a word.

The sense of powerlessness that had been suppressed in his heart for many years almost killed him.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, illuminating the haze of the room.

Immediately afterwards, a group of maidservants rushed in hula la.

They held thick quilts, high-quality fruit wood charcoal, thick winter clothes made of Sichuan brocade, and mink blankets on the ground, and put them away quickly.

Before Song Jinfu and Aunt Fang could react, the maids started to make the house look brand new.

Step on the thick and warm mink blanket, and the fruit charcoal releases a strong heat in the stove.

The house that was originally like an ice cellar suddenly warmed up as spring came.

subsequently.

Song Zhao raised the hem of his skirt and broke into the sight of the two.

She was wearing a fox fur cloak, and her small face was delicate and tender.

The figure is graceful, with red lips and teeth.

Song Jinfu was slightly startled, his chilly body gradually warmed up.

He stepped forward in surprise, his eyebrows as warm as ever, "Little sister, these...are all arranged by you?"

Song Zhao held Mrs. Tang in his hand, and said in a soft voice, "Third brother, the second uncle and aunt are back home today, and the servants must be rushing to take care of the main building. I specially brought people over to resettle the Fragrant Pavilion, and then gave it to Aunt Fang. Say hello."

"My maidservant has seen Second Miss Song." Aunt Fang saluted anxiously.

She looked at the valuables in the room, feeling scared and panicked,

"How can a servant use such a good thing? It must be something Fu Ge'er and Song Er Miss said. Song Er Miss should not listen to Fu Ge'er's broken rules."

Song Zhao helped her up, smiling with eyes full of autumn water, "Aunt Fang, you are the third brother's biological mother and my elder, you don't have to be so polite, just call me Zhao Zhao."

How dare Aunt Fang call out.

As a concubine, she is a little taller than a slave. In front of a prostitute like Song Zhao, she is just a slave.

Aunt Fang was used to being cautious, she lowered her eyebrows and said sympathetically, "Second Miss Song is being flattered, and this servant is ashamed to accept it."

Song Jinfu stood aside, his face pale.

He felt bad for the younger sister to see his mother bowing her knees in such a humble way.

Song Zhao was generous and said with a smile, "Aunt Fang's words are wrong. You are a well-known aunt in the house and a member of the Song family. It's just food and clothing. These are the rights you deserve."

Aunt Fang shrank her neck, and suddenly coughed forcefully.

Song Zhao immediately patted her on the back, and inadvertently pressed several specific acupoints. When Aunt Fang stopped coughing, Song Zhao poured a cup of hot water for her and said thoughtfully, "Aunt Fang's cough Has it been more than three months?"

Aunt Fang looked at Song Zhao in surprise, her expression said it all.

Song Zhao frowned, and said, "I know a little bit of medical theory. If I'm not mistaken, Aunt Fang's cough should be caused by too much cold water on weekdays."

Aunt Fang's eyes dodged and she didn't dare to say anything.

She was tortured by Lan Shi in private, and she washed clothes for Lan Shi every night when she was in Chang'an, and her health became worse and worse.

Even if Aunt Fang didn't say anything, Song Zhao could guess.

Song Jinfu was even more embarrassing.

He is Aunt Fang's son and should protect his mother.

But the younger sister who loved him the most saw his cowardly look that even his mother couldn't protect.

Song Zhao didn't force her to ask, but went on to say, "Aunt Fang is in such poor health, it must be because the servant girl is not good at serving her.

I will replace the maid in your yard with a sensible one for you, and I will leave everything to the maid to do in the future. "

Aunt Fang was stunned.

All the maids in her yard are Lan's eyeliner...