Song Si sat aside, looking at the two of them with a smile on his lips.

Song Wanyue turned her head and said, "I'll go over to give Li Anzhi's legs later. Brother, should I follow him?"

Song Si immediately understood her intention and nodded in response.

Song Wanyue took the silver needle, and the two went out and got on the carriage. Song Wanyue lifted the curtains and pointed to him two other courtyards as she walked. "When I bought a house, Gu Yi also bought three, saying that he would have a residence in the future."

Speaking of this, he smiled, "I think about it now, that fool has long planned to give me these three houses."

Since the Gu family's accident, Song Wanyue has never mentioned Gu Yi in front of them. This is the first time.

He raised his head, wanted to touch Song Wanyue's head and comfort her, but opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. The Gu family was destroyed and could not be separated from their Song family. If he hadn't come to Beijing to take the exam and did not know the old man, the aunt would not have remembered the past, nor would she recognize the Xu family, the old man would not have followed Qingping County, nor would she be poisoned, and the third prince and the Duke of Qi would not have gone to Qingping County because of investigating the old man's poisoning. Then she coveted the Gu family's wealth, and the Gu family would not have been wiped out.

He knew this clearly, and the younger sister also understood it in her heart, so the younger sister wanted to seek justice for the Gu family.

"Brother..."

Song Si nodded.

"Gu Yi is not stupid."

Looking at Song Wanyue's serious expression, Song Si suppressed the sourness in her heart and agreed, "He is indeed not stupid, he is smarter than you and me."

Song Wanyue lowered her eyebrows and eyes. Anyway, she had already told her elder brother that one day when Gu Yi appeared in front of him, if the elder brother blamed her, she would use today's words to block it.

The carriage stopped in front of the yard.

The two got out of the carriage and walked to the closed door. Song Si pulled the door knocker.

"who?"

A vigilant inquiry sounded from inside.

"I."

Hearing that it was Song Wanyue's voice, the servant inside immediately opened the door and was stunned for a moment when he saw Song Si standing in front of the door.

"My elder brother, Song Si."

Song Si?

Minister of the Ministry of Revenue?

The servant was startled and was about to salute, but the two had already raised their feet and crossed the threshold. The servant immediately took a step back and made way out and respectfully invited the person in.

Seeing that it was dark and Song Wanyue had not arrived yet, Xu Ling'er was anxious and came out of the house and was about to go to the Xu family to pick up people in person. When she raised her eyes, she happened to see the two people led into the yard by the servants. She paused and her eyes fell on Song Si involuntarily.

Compared to a few months ago, Song Si has undergone obvious changes, and his youth has faded away, adding to the majesty of an official.

Song Si also saw her and her brow frowned slightly.

Xu Ling'er saw it, her heart sank, hurriedly lowered her eyes, walked over quickly to salute, "The young lady has met Lord Song."

Song Si deliberately added a bit of majesty to his voice. If it weren't for Xu Ling'er's incident involving the Xu family, he wouldn't have wanted to see this person once, "No gift."

Xu Ling'er stood up straight.

Inside the house, Wen also heard Song Si's voice, and his heart was tightened, and his hands that helped Ang Lee wipe the sweat beads tightened.

Ang Lee noticed it and patted her hand comfortably. Mr. Song was not a petty person, otherwise he would not have come to the door today, "Help me up."

Wen hurriedly bent down to support him.

Ang Lee's legs were completely unable to exert force, so he could only use the strength of his upper body. Before he could sit down, cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

"Don't move."

Song Wanyue's voice came from the door.

"Miss Song..."

Ang Lee wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Song Wanyue, "I said yesterday that your leg is hurt too much, don't move easily. Are you treating my words like in front of your ears?"

Ang Lee naturally did not dare to take Song Wanyue's words as a warning. He was the pillar of the family. If his legs were ruined, the family would collapse. But Song Si was the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and he was just a worker in the Ministry of Works, so he had to get up and salute.

Xu Ling'er understood her father's thoughts and came forward, "Dad, just lie down with peace of mind. Lord Song won't care about these things."

Ang Lee wanted to say that etiquette must be present. Even if he can't get out of bed, he must sit up. The pain on his legs should not remind him that if he shows off his strength, his legs may be really useless.

Without objection, Wen and Xu Ling'er allowed him to lie back and bow to Song Si, "I have met the adults."

“No need to be polite.”

Wen also bowed, but Song Si did not look at her.

Wen did not dare to get up or look up, and she felt very regretful. If she knew that there would be the situation today, she would not have designed Song Si even if she gave her a hundred courages.

“How does it feel today?”

Song Wanyue asked as if she didn't see Wen's embarrassment.

Ang Lee glanced at his wife. Although he felt distressed, he did not speak out to help her. He replied, "There is no such piercing pain. I slept well last night. Thank you Miss Song."

Song Wanyue nodded and sat down on the round stool in front of the bed, putting her fingers on his pulse.

Xu Ling'er had the gaze and moved a round stool to Song Si, and then quietly pulled Wen's sleeve, "Mom, go and see if the medicine has been boiled."

There was indeed medicine boiling on the stove. Wen took the opportunity to respond and walked out quickly. After leaving the door, he dared to breathe a long sigh.

Inside the room, Song Wanyue finished her pulse and took out a silver needle, signaling Xu Ling'er to lift the quilt and make a needle onto Ang Lee's leg.

Song Si looked silently.

He knew that his younger sister had learned acupuncture from Dr. Yao, but this was the first time he saw her performing acupuncture. She was proficient in movements and was smooth and flowing, and she was not bad at all.

"Miss Song, Lord Song."

Although Ang Lee called out two people, his eyes looked at Song Wanyue, "If, if I quit my job as a jog in the work department, can you tell us the three of you?"

He did not lie. He was indeed the first good night since he was injured last night, but he woke up before dawn. He thought about Song Wanyue's suggestions countless times. He knew that quitting the work department was the best choice, but if he really wanted to do so, he had no place to go.

After all, the capital is under the feet of the emperor. Even if those people are unable to do anything for themselves, they dare not take his life openly. If they leave the capital, it is hard to say.

But if you stay in the capital, your daughter will be missed.

"If Lord Li really quit, I will naturally find a good way out for you."

Ang Lee wanted to ask what was the retreat, but he swallowed it back when he was right. He was better than being in Beijing with Song Wanyue's protection.

He made up his mind, "Okay, when my leg injury is better, I will resign."

Song Wanyue shook her head, "You are wrong. If you want to quit the Ministry of Works, now is the most suitable opportunity. My elder brother will have a way to help you."

Ang Lee was puzzled.
Chapter completed!