Don't be tempted, sir

"Who! Who is on the wall?" Song Xiaoyuan took the flowers and turned over and walked out of the Shen Mansion.

Arriving at the door of my house, who is dead? Knock on the door.

The doorman asked sleepily, "Who is it?"

"Song Xiaoyuan"

Of course the servant remembered the voice, and he woke up instantly and opened the door, "Master! Master, you...you're back!"

Song Xiaoyuan walked in with blood on the right shoulder of his moon-white brocade robe, holding a herb. Everything about him was different from the usual young master. The servant said, "The young master's body is back! The young master's body is back!"

"Ok?"

A group of people came to the front yard. Song Xiaoyuan was looking into the coffin. The maids and servants did not dare to speak. Only one servant who was guarding the coffin spoke up: "Sir, please come in!"

Song Xiaoyuan turned around: "Hmm?"

Seeing the brocade clothes in the coffin, Song Xiaoyuan "..." picked up the bloody clothes and quickly went to Awu's room.

"Awu! If you can't get up, I can only send you to the underworld to accompany me."

Ah Wu just woke up and saw the white cloth in the garden. He knew he had made a mistake. He heard footsteps and hurried back to bed to pretend to sleep. After all, he hadn't figured out how to explain it yet...

Ah Wu smiled awkwardly, "Hey, you are joking, sir. I can't find you even if I go to the underworld~"

Song Xiaoyuan "......"

He threw the bloody clothes to Awu and turned to leave.

"Master, are you going to give it to me?" A Wu chased after him.

Song Xiaoyuan came to the front garden and saw his sad parents. He now understood why Shen Yining stuffed flowers into his mouth. He quickly walked forward and bowed to present the flowers, "Mother, I am an unfilial son. I have made you and your father worry!"

Song's mother took the pink jade peony and said, "Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, you scared your mother to death!"

Song Jueming asked, "What happened?"

Ah Wu was too embarrassed to step forward while holding the blood-stained robe, so he explained everything clearly, "It's all my fault. I didn't expect the head of the family to misunderstand me."

"Hey~ It's good that everything is fine. Let's go back and rest! We will remove these tomorrow morning."

"Master, what about this coffin?"

“…”

When Shen's mother saw that there was still blood on Song Xiaoyuan's clothes, she hurriedly asked the court doctor to take a look. However, the doctor said that it had been bandaged and it was okay for him to go back and rest.

"Husband, who did you say bandaged him? And this flower... has never been seen before."

"Of course there is someone... Go to sleep, ma'am. We have a lot of things to do tomorrow!"

On the second day of the court session, he was met with strange looks along the way, and there was no one in the court. Eunuch Li was also surprised when he came to the front hall to invite him, and only then did he know that today was his funeral, so he said that the emperor had specially approved that he did not need to attend the court session.

So at this moment, the family... the crowded garden was filled with shock! Not dead? Not dead!

Song Jueming and Madam Song were embarrassed. "Yes! Yes! I'm really... sorry that I didn't die..."

"Ahem, Xiao Yuan! What can I say to you?"

Song Xiaoyuan: "..."

"You can just send me a message! I and Shang'er thought that the decree had harmed you!"

"It was my negligence. I am at fault." Although I didn't know where I was wrong, it was always right to admit it first. After all, I couldn't really die! However, the next blow really made me want to die.

Yan Shang rushed in and saw that this damn brother was not the first to tell him that he was still alive. He was so angry that he punched him hard from behind.

Song Xiaoyuan instantly knelt on one knee, covering his right shoulder in pain and coughing up blood.

Eunuch Li hurriedly called for the imperial physician, “Imperial physician, call for the imperial physician!”

Song Xiaoyuan had not recovered until Doctor Liu arrived, and Yan Shang did not dare to touch him. "Xiaoyuan! I am not...Xiaoyuan you..."

Song Xiaoyuan's red robe was soaked with blood, and blood was dripping down between his right fingers. Doctor Liu hurriedly cut open the robe, and the wound was horribly torn. "Oh my, it's really... a test of my medical skills!"

The stitches were removed again, the wound was cleaned, the stitches were applied, and the medicine was applied again, just like the first time he was injured. Song Xiaoyuan had blood at the corners of his mouth and cold sweat was dripping down his cheeks.

Emperor Yan looked at him and smacked his lips, "He's clearly a civilian official, and he's covered in wounds!"

The prince asked, "Xiao Yuan, are you okay?"

Song Xiaoyuan: "Otherwise, please trouble His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to make a trip. Maybe the coffin in my house can be kept."

Prince: “…” I really didn’t mean it!

Emperor Yan said, "Since you are seriously injured, you should stay in the palace! Doctor Liu can take care of you."

Just as he was about to decline, Imperial Doctor Liu readily agreed, "Your Majesty, I will definitely cure Lord Song, including all these scars! I will give Your Majesty a completely healthy Lord Song!"

"What are you talking about, Imperial Doctor Liu? It's not about returning an orphan. It's about returning a son to Old Man Song who is as good as new."

One reason was that he was too old to want to go back and forth to the Song Mansion in the palace, and the other was that he was afraid that Song Xiaoyuan would go back like this. Song Jueming insisted that his ears would be callused from listening to music in the palace, so Song Xiaoyuan had to stay and live in the prince's bedroom.

Of these two men, one had an injured left hand and was hanging, and the other had an injured right hand and was hanging. Neither of them was healthy.

"Miss, eight girls are twenty-five this year!"

“How was it done in previous years?”

"My lady, in previous years, if there was a lover, we would prepare a dowry to add to the good fortune. If there was no lover, we would give her money and let her move out of the mansion. If there were also those who were with the servants in the mansion, they could continue to work there if they were willing."

Shen Yining looked through the list, lowered his head and thought, "Since it was done this way in previous years, let's do it this year too."

"Oh, okay!" The housekeeper stood respectfully aside, waiting for Shen Yining to finish reading the list.

Shen Yining looked through the list of eight girls and found Meng Qiu was among them. She closed the list and gave it back to the housekeeper. "Aunt Liu, go and do your work. Meng Qiu will be free for now."

"Hey, Miss, I'm leaving now."

Meng Qiu came back with me from Yongzhou, and before I knew it, it was time to leave the mansion. I was reluctant to leave, but I couldn't waste my whole life in the mansion, so I decided to ask Meng Qiu.

Since Shen Yining took over, Meng Qiu has been so busy that she even forgot her birthday this month. The maids' uniforms that were ordered a few days ago have been made and delivered for distribution and registration and signature. She was busy until dark and finally she could go back to her room to rest. When she opened the door, she saw her master and Xingyue sitting at the table. "Miss, why haven't you rested yet?"

"Meng Qiu, happy birthday!"

I was a little touched. "How did you know this, young lady? I was so busy that I forgot about it."

Xingyue handed over the tray and said, "Sister Mengqiu, wear new clothes for your birthday, and everything will be new from now on!"

Meng Qiu took the tray, wearing a bright red wedding dress, tears welled up in her eyes, "Miss, how could you know..."

Shen Yining stood up and smiled warmly, "Sit down and have some longevity noodles."

"Thank you, Miss." At this moment, tears could not be controlled and fell on the wedding dress.

Shen Yining wiped her tears and said, "Meng Qiu, you are twenty-five today. I know about your friendship with Zhang the Blacksmith. We came to Beijing from Yongzhou, and Zhang the Blacksmith accompanied you. It has been eight years now. Meng Qiu, the Shen Mansion is your natal home! You can stay here if you want to, or you can follow Zhang Yi if you want to!"

"Miss...."

"Meng Qiu, don't rush to make a decision! Eat noodles first."

"Hey~ good!" Meng Qiu picked up the colorful longevity noodles and was surprised! "This!"

"Haha, is this the smell of acceptance? Sister Meng Qiu"

Xingyue and Shen Yining covered their mouths and laughed, Meng Qiu looked at them in surprise, "This is it!"

"Sister Meng Qiu, this was made by Blacksmith Zhang and us! The yellow dough was kneaded by Miss Huang Zhizi, the red one was kneaded by Blacksmith Zhang from Roselle, and the purple one was kneaded by me from Butterfly Pea! The recipe for cooking it was made by Grandma Wang from Yongzhou!"

I was even more touched at this moment and ate the noodles seriously, not wanting to waste any.

"Meng Qiu, you should take a day off tomorrow!"

"Yes! We still have to distribute clothes tomorrow."

"And me! I'll do it! I'm sure I can do it."

Shen Yining and Meng Qiu looked at each other, looking at Xingyue who was so confident.