The rebirth of the son-in-law

In the dim interior, the curtains are drawn down, and the precious incense rises from the gilded incense burner, and penetrates into the gorgeous and solemn room, dispelling the stuffiness.The cold wind outside the closed windows was silent, and a faint fragrance was blown in, and the noisy human voices also penetrated into the room, densely flying all over the sky, as if it was very lively.

Behind the hanging curtain is an exquisite bed, with exquisite patterns winding vertically and horizontally, sandalwood as the frame and white jade as the bed, and the handmade materials are all top-grade.The brocade quilt of Sichuan embroidery in the palace concealed a woman in her inner garment, revealing a thin and pale face.

The woman had moth eyebrows and white teeth, and she was slightly sick, but at this moment she let out a sigh and raised her eyebrows, as if she was waking up.Her steady breathing also became rapid, her slender and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, her thin eyelids moved slightly, and her pale lips pursed unconsciously.

The maid pushed the door open with the pitch-black medicine in one hand, and light came in with a creak, spreading a piece of silver light on the floor, and then closed it with a bang, blocking the noisy sound and light outside.Stepping on small steps, she walked closely to the bed, opened the curtain, and the person who was supposed to be lying sat up and looked at her blankly, covering her forehead, frowning, not sure if it was her. Pain is worry.

"Oh! You're awake!" The maid showed a surprised look on her face, and hurriedly put the medicine in her hand on the table, "That's great! I'm going to call the imperial doctor's order right away!" As she walked out, she said to herself, "Today is the son's big day, the princess carriage is coming soon, I didn't expect the lady to wake up..." The words dissipated after the maid closed the door.

Song Zhi, who was sitting on the bed and still confused about the situation, rubbed his temples with a headache, his mind was in chaos, and fragmentary memories flashed from time to time.She thought of her name and thought of a lot of strange things. For a while, it was modern memory, and for a while it was ancient memory. It was messy and unreasonable, as if a bunch of information was poured into her head, which was heavy and painful.

Her name is Song Zhi, she is a member of the 21st Century Archaeological Team, and her parents are both historians.On July 26, [-], she went to the tomb with the archaeological team. It was a large tomb, but it was visited by tomb robbers.Fortunately, several tombstones were not damaged. She and her colleagues cleaned up the dust on them. Before rubbing the inscriptions, she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her head, and her eyes went dark, so she didn't know anything.After waking up, she became Song Zhi, the younger sister of Yingchuan prefect Song Fang, with something more in her head.

It is now the fourth year of Chen Zhengping, the emperor has been ill for half a year, the relatives and generals are fighting for power with the eunuchs in the palace.The fourth generation and third son of the Song family are leaders of literati. A few months ago, they donated 2000 million yuan. In order to balance the power of the government and reward loyal ministers, the emperor decreed that the son of the Song family, Song Fangshang, Princess Xianning.And today is the time for Song Fang and Princess Xianning to get married.

The Song family is in full swing. Situ Song Qian is the father of Song Fang and Song Zhi. Song Qian has two sons and a daughter. The eldest son was adopted by Song Qian's younger brother Liangxianghou Song Xu. Song Zhi has no impression of that elder brother, but The Song Fang in my memory has a white face and no beard, red lips and white teeth. He is a handsome man, and he speaks softly, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Song Zhi's head hurt even more, and she vaguely felt that she had missed something and couldn't remember it.Trying to think back, my mind is still empty.She sighed, and had no choice but to suppress her restless mood, trying to relax and think back slowly.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She fetched her clothes and dressed neatly. Although her head was dizzy, she could still handle it.Maybe it was because Song Fang got married, the whole house was busy, and the few people who served her were not around, so she had to clean up by herself, put on her boots, staggered to the door, and opened it.

The sun outside was about to set, and there was a cloud of orange light in the sky, which was a bit dazzling to the patient who had just woken up from the darkness.Song Zhi narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her hand to block the light, and looked at the maids and retainers hurrying to and fro under the verandah. Her eyes swept over the eaves decorated with lights and festoons, and skipped over the clean courtyard , landed on the ferocious chi kiss, his chest was tight, and he was a little irritable.

"Ah—" A scream made the whole house panic.

Song Zhi's eyelids twitched suddenly, and the fingers holding the door retracted forcefully. The burr on the door pierced her fingertips. She withdrew her hand in pain. Seeing the red spot on her index finger getting bigger and bigger, the feeling of uneasiness became even stronger. strong.She went out, casually shouted to someone who ran past her, and opened her mouth to ask a question, but unexpectedly, a cold wind was sucked in, her frail body was chilled, and she coughed again and again.

"Hurry...what are you panicking!" Song Zhi covered his aching head, opened his eyes wide, and gritted his teeth.

"The big thing is bad...Young master...Young master is dead!"

Song Zhi's pupils shrank, he quickly grabbed the maid, and said in shock, "You——what did you say?"

"Young master drowned in the room!"

After getting the answer, Song Zhi let go of his hand in a daze.Song Fang, drowned?

She finally knew why she was uneasy and what was wrong.Before she passed out, she saw a passage on the inscription, which was about the Song family.

Princess Xianning married Song Fang, the prefect of Yingchuan. Song Fang drowned that day. The emperor was furious and ordered Ting Wei to investigate the cause of Song Fang's death. As a result, Ting Wei found out that Situ Song Qian had conspired against him. More than 300 members of the Song family were imprisoned and executed.

She remembered, if what the inscription said was true, then after Song Fang died, the Princess Xianning might not let it go, and the disaster of the Song family had already come.Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, the butcher's knife of Tingwei's mansion was placed on the Song family's head, and it was about to fall.

Song Zhi's face was bloodless, and the color of her lips that were originally sickly white was now even more frightening. Thinking that the hanging knife was about to fall, and the fate of death was approaching her step by step, the blood in her chest was surging, and a bright red appeared on her face.

"Miss!" Seeing that her body was tottering, the maid helped her up in panic.

Song Zhi bit his lip, his expression flashed with sadness, and then he firmly said: "Take me to see it!"

"Here!" The maid supported Song Zhi, and the two hurried to Song Fang's room.

There was a circle of people around the door of Song Fang's room. The maids and retainers looked inside silently, all of them were shrouded in fear and despair.The majestic son-in-law Duwei Yingchuan prefect actually drowned in the room, and Princess Xianning's carriage will arrive soon, how should the Song family explain to Princess Xianning, not to mention how furious the emperor who proposed marriage will be.

The atmosphere that was joyful just a moment ago has become solemn now, especially Situ Songqian in the room, who has been silent since he entered the room, which is really worrying.When Song Zhi arrived, the slaves' joy over her awakening was gone, and they were more lamenting that the happy event turned into a mourning event.

Song Zhi had no intention of guessing their thoughts, she passed through the crowd, walked into the room, and immediately saw Song Fang lying on the bed, and Song Qian, his father, who was paralyzed beside him.She looked at the wooden barrel in the corner. The wooden barrel was only up to the height of her calf, and there was only half a bucket of water in it. The rest was spilled on the ground, making the ground wet.This kind of wooden barrel is usually used by servants to water the flowers and hold water. I don't know why it is here.

She approached Song Fang's body, and found that Song Fang's clothes were neatly dressed, his eyes were tightly closed, and some makeup had faded from his powdered face, but his face was gradually pale and faintly blue.Looking at that handsome face, Song Zhi's tears fell without warning.

For Song Fang, who was kind to her, and for the coming disaster, she seemed to see the scene where the butcher knife fell, blood splattered, and human heads rolled down.Unable to bear to look any longer, she turned her head and knelt beside Song Qian, her vision blurred, and she choked up, "Father—"

Song Qian, who had lost his soul, turned his face stiffly. His originally red face was now grayed out, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.His eyes fell on Song Zhi's body, and his eyes rolled around for a while, before he let out a long breath, shook his head and said, "Nizi! Nizi!"

However, before he could recover, there was another commotion outside the door. A house slave rushed in, scrambling and shouting, "It's not good! The princess is here!"

Song Zhi fell powerlessly to the ground, closed his eyes in despair, and muttered to himself: "It's over! It's all over!"

Unexpectedly, just after she woke up, she was about to face such a catastrophe. Even though Song Zhi was mature, her legs and feet were weak from fright.This is a feudal society, where imperial power is absolute authority, and Princess Xianning, the unmarried wife of her elder brother, represents the supreme imperial power.Presumably, the entire Song family's entire family has changed from eagerly looking forward to this princess to an imminent enemy.

Song Qian, who had seen strong winds and waves for half his life, was the first to react, standing up tremblingly.He held back his grief, straightened his clothes, straightened the crown of the beam, his expression barely improved, and commanded Song Zhi condescendingly, "Get up, and help me out to pick him up."

Seeing his upright body, Song Zhi stood up silently, supported Song Qian's hand, and led the large and small house slaves around the door, a group of people marched towards the door in a mighty manner.

Jiacheng has already opened the door of the ceremony, and the joy and solemnity outside is a reminder that this is a royal wedding, the princess is suitable for the prefect, and the etiquette is exciting.

It's just that the Song family, who were supposed to welcome the team happily, looked like they were mourning, with solemn expressions.The eldest son Song Min, who was ordered to meet the groom who didn't know that the groom Song Fang had committed suicide, was full of doubts when he saw this scene.When the five snow-white horses came to a stop, Song Min, the leader, turned over and got off the horse. He lifted up the corner of his robe and walked up the steps quickly. He saw that Song Qian had come, and his younger sister Song Zhi, who had been unconscious a few days ago, also woke up. But he didn't see the groom Song Fang, he couldn't care less about gossip and concern, lowered his voice and said eagerly: "Shifu, where is Gongkuan?"

Song Qian didn't speak, his supported body swayed, and his face turned pale again.Seeing that Song Min was dying of anxiety, Song Zhicai replied with a wry smile, "Eldest brother, second brother..." Seeing Song Min's frowning face, she let out a long sigh, "He's dead."

"Dead?!" Song Min's complexion changed drastically, his eyes widened, and he raised his voice in disbelief.He stared at Song Zhi's face, confirmed that it was not a joke, he froze in a daze, then fell back, limp on the ground.

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