After rebirth and marriage, the sick prince is fine again

The day before Laba Festival, the weather was unexpectedly good. The sun shone through the sparse clouds, shining on the earth, bringing a hint of warmth.

Although it was still cold, fortunately it didn't snow.

"Be careful, be steady when carrying the porridge and don't spill it."

"Be careful when moving the steamer of steamed buns. Follow me."

The servants in the marquis's mansion were busy distributing porridge.

Su Jinhua was not dressed gorgeously, still wearing a simple long coat, without any pearl hairpins on her head, and her black hair was casually tied into a bun.

"Be careful, the ground is slippery. It's okay to move things out slowly."

Su Jinhua supported a little maid who almost fell down and said softly.

The maid hurriedly thanked him and went to move the things with a blushing face.

"Sister, when will we finish distributing porridge today?" Gao Jinyu asked softly.

"Dusk ends."

Gao Jinyu's face looked grim for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.

"It's good this way. More people can get porridge. Sister is kind."

"Sister will do her best to help so that the people can eat porridge faster." Su Jinhua naturally noticed his expression. These words of admonition almost made Gao Jinyu's restrained expression burst again.

Ji Fang laughed when she heard this from behind and looked at Gao Jinyu with contempt, thinking that she might as well not have said that.

Shen Jingshu watched silently from the side. Was it only Gao Jinyu who was emotionally hurt? Did Ji Fang not hear anything at all?

Several people thought about it and walked out of the gate of the Marquis' Mansion led by Su Jinhua.

Tomorrow is Laba Festival. The shops on both sides of the street have already hung colorful lights and lanterns, which are colorful and look like a long dragon winding forward.

There is an endless stream of pedestrians, some walking in a hurry, some strolling leisurely in the streets and alleys, enjoying the festive atmosphere.

The arrangements for distributing porridge have been made at the gate of the mansion, and a notice for distributing porridge was issued yesterday.

As soon as they stood still, someone came to ask for porridge. It was already winter, but the people who came were wearing clothes as thin as paper and had patches on them.

Su Jinhua made a little more porridge.

A bowl of porridge and a steamed bun were the only good things they could eat on Laba Festival.

"Thank you! You are simply a bodhisattva who came down to earth to save people."

The man put his hands together and bowed. Su Jinhua felt sad as he watched the man leave with the porridge.

More and more people came, and Su Jinhua pounded the porridge very skillfully, without a drop leaking out.

The hands holding the steamed buns were steady, accurate and ruthless, and not a single bun fell to the ground.

When those people thanked her, she just said that the princess was kind and didn't want to see the people suffer.

The more she said this, the more grateful and admiring the people looked at her.

Compared to Su Jinhua's ease, Gao Jinyu and Ji Fang seemed to be in a state of panic.

When Ji Fang saw those dirty hands reaching out to her, she couldn't help feeling disgusted.

If you dodge and beat the porridge at the same time, the porridge will inevitably spill everywhere.

Those people who were begging for porridge looked so pitiful. If the porridge had not melted into the snow, Ji Fang doubted that they would have lay on the ground and licked it.

"You, please move away a little. I'll ask my maid to pass it to you." Ji Fang said.

Chun Xing could only pass the porridge and help with the steamed buns.

Gao Jinyu was not happy either. She suppressed her disgust and passed the porridge and steamed buns, accidentally bumping into those hands every time.

She couldn't wait to go back and wash her hands.

"thanks, thanks."

The man begging for porridge took the bowl and thanked Gao Jinyu.

Gao Jinyu's face was frozen, and she couldn't even smile.

The porridge beggar touched his nose and turned away.

An old woman in ragged clothes came up to Gao Jinyu with a bowl and pleaded, "Madam, please give me another bowl of porridge. My son is still hungry."

Su Jinhua's side was already empty. She turned her head and saw the old woman's vicissitudes of life. She turned to the servant beside her and said, "Go, serve another bowl of porridge to this old lady."

At this moment, Ji Fang's sharp voice rang out: "No! Each person can only be given one bowl of porridge, this is the rule!"

Everyone turned to look, only to see Gao Jinyu standing there with a stiff face as cold as ice.

The sound came from the other side.

Before she could say anything, Ji Fang jumped up and down. She had tolerated these people for long enough.

He immediately walked up to Su Jinhua and said coldly: "Sister, you can't break the rules just because this old woman is pitiful. If everyone asks for an extra bowl of porridge like she does, will we still have enough porridge to share?"

Su Jinhua looked at Ji Fang, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "Sister Ji is right. It is a rule that one person can only be given one bowl of porridge. However, we can adjust the rules appropriately under special circumstances. Besides, this old man has a young child, so why not give her another bowl of porridge? The Marquis's Mansion will not be unable to afford even one bowl of porridge."

"Since we have decided to distribute porridge to the people today, the Marquis' Mansion will naturally prepare enough porridge."

Ji Fang was not willing to give in: "Special circumstances? What special circumstances? Sister, just because you are the Crown Prince's Consort, can you break the rules at will?"

Her voice became louder and louder, attracting the attention of those around her.

Some people who didn't know the truth began to whisper and speculate what had happened.

Su Jinhua's face darkened slightly. He didn't expect Ji Fang to attack at this time.

"Sister Ji, please say less. This old woman is really pitiful." Gao Jinyu echoed from the side, but not very sincerely.

Su Jinhua looked at Ji Fang coldly: "Sister Ji seems to have some misunderstandings about me. I did not break the rules. I just made appropriate adjustments under special circumstances. If you feel that it is inappropriate, you can go to mother to judge and see if she feels that it is inappropriate."

Ji was overwhelmed by Su Jinhua's aura and was speechless for a moment. There was anger and unwillingness in his eyes, but he didn't dare to move at all.

At this moment, a clear voice rang out: "Sister is right, it is not impossible to make adjustments in special circumstances. Sister is the consort of the prince of the Marquis's mansion, why do you want to obstruct even this decision, Sister Ji?"

Everyone turned to look and saw Shen Jingshu standing not far away. Although her expression was calm, her words were to the point.

Gao Jinyu rolled her eyes and immediately agreed with a smile: "This old lady's situation is indeed special. It is only right that we give her another bowl of porridge."

Ji Fang became even angrier because of Shen Jingshu's words.

She didn't expect that this usually taciturn person would stand up to support Su Jinhua. She stared at Shen Jingshu: "Shen, you..."

"Sister Ji, please stop talking." Su Jinhua interrupted Ji Fang, "We should focus on the overall situation and not let a small matter ruin our relationship."

“The people are still waiting.”

After saying that, she turned to the servant and said, "Give this old man another bowl of porridge."

The servant immediately responded and did it.

Ji Fang stood there, his face livid.

"What's the matter, sister? Are your hands and feet so frozen that they can't be used anymore?" Su Jinhua asked coldly.

"Don't dare."

Ji Fang gritted her teeth and went back to continue distributing porridge, but the number of people coming to her for porridge distribution suddenly decreased, and they looked at her unfriendlyly.