Chapter 281: The Humble Big Brother 9

It was because of these eyeliners staring at her all day long that she lived carefully, for fear that if she did something wrong, Lan would hold her grudge, and Song Jinfu would be implicated.

Now that Song Zhao came forward to replace these eyeliners, Aunt Fang was really relieved.

Her eyes were red, and she said gratefully, "I don't know how to thank you for making Miss Song Er so troublesome."

Song Zhao said crisply, "If Aunt Fang really wants to thank me, she should take care of her health quickly, and don't make compromises like this in the future. The third brother is now on duty in Dali Temple, and he socializes a lot every day. If Aunt Fang can't call Being in good spirits will also bring bad gossip to Third Brother."

Aunt Fang was ashamed.

She was used to being careful, but she was not as transparent as the younger generation thought. It's good to only care about being able to settle down, but forgetting what you are doing will make Brother Fu lose his head.

Thinking of this, Aunt Fang looked at Song Jinfu guiltily.

I was even more grateful to Song Zhao for reminding her to stop losses in time.

She coughed lowly, "Second Miss Song said yes, the slaves will pay attention to it in the future."

Song Zhao raised his eyes and said softly, "I like Auntie Fang's knitted scarf very much. When Auntie Fang gets better, can you knit another scarf for me?"

Aunt Fang was overjoyed, she was overjoyed by the flattery, and immediately responded, "Okay, okay, as much as the second girl of Song Dynasty wants."

She used to humbly please everyone in the mansion, but no one took her seriously.

As a result, she felt very low self-esteem, and once felt that she was superfluous.

Now Song Zhao took the initiative to get close to her, treating her as one of his own in words, which made Aunt Fang feel at ease, and felt that she was also needed.

thereafter.

Song Zhao also prescribed a prescription for Aunt Fang's cough, and asked the servants to take the medicine and take good care of Aunt Fang.

Song Jinfu sent Song Zhao out, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, little sister."

Song Zhao raised his head, his apple cheeks could be broken with blows, and his smile was sweet, "We are all a family, why should the third brother be so polite.

I know that third brother, as a man, can't interfere in the affairs of the rear house.

If there is such a trivial matter in the future, the third brother can come to me to deal with it. "

Song Jinfu has a delicate mind.

Why can't I feel it? The younger sister clearly felt his embarrassment, so she used this method to comfort him.

She was telling him indirectly that she didn't think he was cowardly.

As a concubine, Song Jinfu was under more pressure than his two elder brothers.

The mother is cowardly and timid, and always puts her own position very low, which also affects Song Jinfu's low self-esteem, and always feels that she is out of place with the Song family.

Therefore, he has studied hard since he was a child, wanting to stand out and let everyone see that even if he is a concubine, he can live a wonderful life.

But the concept of family status since ancient times is like a mountain, no matter how hard he tries, it cannot be shaken.

Only when facing his little sister did he feel that he was respected.

My heart was sore and swollen, and my eyes were slightly red.

Song Jinfu's throat rolled with difficulty, and his warm voice mixed with sand said, "Okay."

*

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The girl's cloak passed by lightly on the bluestone path, soaked in the coolness of the cold winter night.

Song Zhao carried the lantern back to Zhaoyang Courtyard, and just stepped onto the threshold when he saw Song Jingxian's slightly trembling figure standing in the corridor.

He had obviously been here for a long time, his face was slightly pale with cold, and his hands were folded in his sleeves.

Seeing Song Zhao, his eyes lit up, and he walked over with a low voice, "Little sister, I'm waiting for you."

Song Zhao wondered, "It's so cold, why don't you wait inside?"

Song Jingxian felt sad.

He was afraid that Song Zhao would mind, so he didn't dare to move around casually.

But seeing Song Zhao not minding, he felt uncomfortable again.

"Meh."