I am a ruler in troubled times

Song Peiyu thought that she had done her best, and she could only listen to the fate, and at night, she specially made the small kitchen richer to reward herself.

It's just that he originally thought that Song Jingjue would be waiting for him at Tianhuju, but he didn't expect that Song Jingjue still didn't show up until he fell asleep.

There was no court meeting the next day, and Donggong Academy was also on holiday.

Song Peiyu originally wanted to go to his Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing to see how the soap and scented soap were doing, but he was afraid that there would be a sudden order from the palace. His brothers were all in positions, and no one at home could support the situation.

At noon, Song Peiyu changed his mind after seeing the rare and fine weather, and asked Jinbao to harness the carriage. He still had time to go out and come back before the city gate was locked at night.

Song Peiyu, who was arranging the bookshelves, suddenly heard the sound of running quickly, and raised her head as if feeling something.

Jin Bao, who was ordered to harness the carriage, went back and forth, wiping the sweat that didn't exist on his head, and his voice was trembling, "Master, just now a father-in-law knocked on the door, saying that the palace's decree has been drawn up, and he is about to come to the house. Da Furen Someone will tell you to change your clothes quickly and go to the main courtyard to entertain the father-in-law who passed the decree."

Song Peiyu was in a good mood immediately, and said loudly, "Go and get my court clothes."

The place where I live is too close to the palace, the only trouble is probably that if I don't know the news in advance, maybe the eunuch from the palace will arrive before I finish changing my clothes.

Song Peiyu was better, after all, his daily clothes were not much simpler than court clothes, so he just wore an extra jade crown.

The royal clothes worn by the female family members in the backyard and the jewelry that Song Peiyu couldn't name were the ones that tortured people.

When Song Peiyu arrived at the main courtyard, Song Jingming and Song Jingjue had already welcomed the eunuch who passed the decree into the door, and an incense table was set up in the middle of the courtyard.

The inner eunuch held the imperial decree of Emperor Yonghe in his hand, Song Peiyu ǔhizui said, "I troubled my father-in-law to go there myself."

Eunuch Meng didn't take the big one either, he couldn't make Song Peiyu excuse, so he also lowered his head, "I'm so happy for the slave, Shaoyin. When I just walked to the door, there was a pile of magpies. Your family is very happy."

Song Peiyu took out a purse with longevity patterns from his sleeve pocket and tied it around Eunuch Meng's waist, "I will give you a good fortune with your good words."

Eunuch Meng took half a step back subconsciously before stopping, but his brows and eyes became softer, "The eldest son of the mansion also gave the lottery when he first entered the door, and now he has accepted the lottery from Shao Yin, this old slave is greedy."

"This color originally came from Your Majesty. Eunuch just keeps it. When he returns to the palace, he will bring the happiness back to the Hall of Qinzheng." Song Peiyu led Eunuch Meng to find a shelter from the wind and stood there, tacitly said Gossiping, waiting for the female relatives in the backyard to finish dressing.

Fortunately, Song Peiyu is a companion student in the East Palace, and she has some face with Eunuch Meng. In addition, he is handsome and well-spoken, so it is easy to chat with Eunuch Meng, and the time is not too difficult.

Eunuch Meng also took the initiative to remind Song Peiyu, "Shao Yin, why don't you ask someone to bring you a cloak? I heard that you are recovering from a long illness, don't catch a cold."

Song Peiyu really couldn't bear the cold wind a little bit, and with Eunuch Meng's loving smile, he called the little boy from afar to come over, and said, "Go and get me a cloak, and some hand stoves."

These servants can't enter the house or eat before the decree is announced, but it's okay to hold a hand stove.

It doesn't matter if Eunuch Meng doesn't make a move, there are servants from the Song Mansion to keep him warm.

After waiting for another stick of incense, the female relatives finally arrived late.

The wives all put on heavy makeup, and they had to be supported by the maids beside them to walk quickly. Song Peiyu felt that there were so many hair accessories on her head that they felt heavy, so she hurriedly made a statement.

Mrs. Song knelt in front of the right side of the incense table, followed by Mrs. Ye and the second wife, and then Song Peiyu's other sisters-in-law.Perhaps it was too hasty, the girls were all detained in the backyard.

On the left, Song Peiyu is in front, Song Jingming and Song Jingjue are behind, and the other brothers of Jingzi's generation also came out of the room silently, kneeling behind one by one.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Eunuch Meng stood solemnly behind the incense table, unfolded the edict, and said loudly:

"I am ordered by the family of Haotian, and Nadong Palace has good words. The three colors are filial piety, and the grand jubilee gathers. The chief of the Jinwu Guard, Shi Song Jingjue, is a well-known family. He is the son of the Song family in the eastern capital. He is extraordinary in martial arts, loyal and upright, and ten years old. Qiwei has a wife. The eldest daughter of the Murong family, after Zhongyong, she behaves elegantly, with etiquette and education, and is now waiting for the word Jingui.

The two are destined to be married in heaven, and now a decree is given to marry them.

This is it. "

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Long En." The people in the courtyard said in unison.

After Song Jingjue kowtowed, he came out alone, knelt down in front of the incense table, and raised his hands above his head.

Eunuch Meng rolled up the imperial decree again, raised his hands above his head, and put the imperial decree into Song Jingjue's hands from top to bottom.

A smile suddenly appeared on Eunuch Meng's serious old face, and he stretched out his hand to help Song Jingjue get up, "This old slave congratulates Second Young Master."

After Song Peiyu and Song Jingming got up by themselves, they hurriedly went to help the female relatives. They kneeled directly on the ground in the cold weather, and they couldn't use the cushions. The feeling was really unspeakable.

Mrs. Song's spirit is very good, and she can go to greet Eunuch Meng again after she wakes up.

Eunuch Meng really couldn't stand Mrs. Song's enthusiasm, if he hadn't gone to Murong Mansion to read the imperial decree again, he would definitely not be able to walk out of the gate of Song Mansion.

After all the eunuchs in the palace had left, Mrs. Ye repeatedly called for people to prepare firecrackers, and also informed the branch family to come to the main house for a banquet today.

Last time Song Peiyu won the honorary officer of Zizhi Shaoyin, but this time the second wife had to be married by His Majesty himself.If it is not done, there will be rumors that Uncle Yunyang can't accommodate his younger brothers.

Song Peiyu led Song Jingjue to the ancestral hall, enshrined the imperial decree in front of the ancestors, and let the ancestors know the happy events at home.

Su Sheng said the happy event to his ancestor, Song Peiyu got up with Song Jingjue's strength to help him, and looked up at the other's face.

The boy's immature face was calm and calm, only the unconcealable light in his eyes and the raised corners of his mouth revealed his master's excitement.

Song Jingjue felt the gaze on his face, raised his eyelids and looked at Song Jingjue, "Does Uncle Qi have any orders?"

"No." Song Peiyu's eyes were still inquiring and puzzled, "It just feels like you are not very happy."

Song Jingjue smiled suddenly, "Of course I'm happy, this is a scene that can only be dreamed of."

"It's just..." Song Jingjue shrugged his shoulders, "Thinking of the farce caused by my failure to live up to expectations, I can't feel happy again."

The two walked towards the main room silently, and Song Peiyu suddenly asked in a low voice, "Do you regret it?"

"I don't regret it," Song Jingjue replied quickly, "If there was no farce that day, maybe I and Miss Murong would never have anything to do with each other after that."

Only then did Song Peiyu breathe a sigh of relief. If Song Jingjue regretted it now, he really didn't know what to say.

"But if I do it all over again." Song Jingjue smiled wryly, "I probably won't allow myself to drink again, go to my father and tell those nonsense, and make my father and mother sad."

Song Peiyu looked at the boy whose face was getting tougher, and suddenly felt that the distance between Song Jingjue and him seemed to be far away.

This has nothing to do with whether the feelings for each other are as pure as before. It's just that everyone has grown up, wants to be an official in the court, has a small family of their own, and spends less and less time together. different way.

Song Jingjue walked forward with his arms around Song Peiyu's waist, and his tone returned to his usual spirit, "Seventh Uncle, don't think so much, I don't know what kind of mentality I am now, anyway, I can't wait to go to the martial arts arena and play all kinds of tricks Weapons can never be fake. It’s just that I’m already an adult, and I know that now I should treat the guests who come to celebrate me well, instead of being happy for myself.”

Hearing Song Jingjue's self-proclaimed adult but still full of childish words, Song Peiyu also relaxed, and complained casually, "I told you that if the marriage fails, come to me, and I will find a way for you. But you turned into a drunk cat Going to play with your father directly will almost lose your legs."

Song Jingjue pulled down Song Peiyu's cloak, and swore repeatedly, "I really didn't plan to talk nonsense to my father. Who would have thought that I would be able to do anything when I was so drunk. When I woke up, I remembered my Words and deeds are incredible."

As for the fact that he had been drinking in the yard with the intention of punishing himself these past few days, poured sober soup, vomited, vomited and drank until he was no longer so drunk that he lost consciousness, there is no need to tell Song Peiyu.

Although Emperor Yonghe ordered a marriage, he didn't care when they got married.

This matter should have been followed up by the Ministry of Rites, and it just so happened that Song Er was the Minister of Rites, and it was exactly what he said about his family taking care of their own affairs.

After the marriage, the two families met several times, and Murong Jing began to be reluctant again, saying that he would wait for Emperor Yonghe to come to the new house before discussing the date of the marriage.

After discussing with his wife, Song Er felt that there was no rush.

Song Jingming's big wedding day is in the first lunar month, and now the whole family is working hard on it.

If Song Jingjue also performed the six salutes at this time, it would be easy to make mistakes when everything collided with each other, and it would be easy for people to compare the two marriages, which would hurt the harmony of the family for no reason.

Anyway, if there is an imperial decree to grant marriage, the marriage is considered settled.

Song Jingjue was two years younger than Song Jingming. Waiting until the second half of next year or the first half of next year to attend the sixth ceremony would not only ensure that the whole family would contribute wholeheartedly to Song Jingjue's wedding, but also fulfill Murong Jing's love for his daughter.

Song Peiyu went to the palace to accompany Chong Yi to two court meetings.

Five days before the New Year, it was the day that Qintian Monitor had calculated was suitable for sacrifice.

The royal family and all the officials will participate in this grand sacrifice in the Taimiao. This is also the last sacrifice this year, and the next sacrifice will have to wait until the next year's spring ploughing.

The three generations of Emperor Yonghe's ancestors were all digging in the soil, and finally there was no land left. When he first proclaimed himself emperor, for the sake of looking good, he considered himself the generation of Empress Qin. The top position in the Taimiao was precisely Qin. Emperor's tablet.

When I was looking for the ancestors, I only cared about face, but now the priests have suffered a lot.

It has been 800 years since Emperor Qin, and Emperor Yonghe couldn't come out of nowhere. During this period, more than ten people have been added one after another.

Song Peiyu knelt among all the officials, just in time to see Emperor Yonghe, King Su and Chongyi keep getting up, kneeling down, kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

In contrast, the courtiers only need to kneel quietly in the back, and wait for Emperor Yonghe, King Su and Chongyi to finish their sacrifices.

After finally surviving the end of the worship, Emperor Yonghe and King Su were already on the verge of falling, their footsteps were so weak that they seemed to fall to the ground at any time, only Chongyi stood upright like a small poplar.

All the ministers are people with winks, and they will not easily touch Emperor Yonghe's bad luck on such a big day. Seeing that Emperor Yonghe is already tired, he quietly and quickly goes through the final process.

Put incense in the big incense burner according to the grade, and then say something to praise the achievements of Emperor Yonghe this year.

Cheng Enhou was the first one. Just as the incense was plugged in, it suddenly broke into two pieces from the middle.

"Hiss~" Cheng Enhou took two steps back in disbelief, lifted his robe and was about to kneel down to plead guilty.

The second Song Jinyu held Cheng Enhou's neck with one hand, and stuffed the decorative kit around his waist into Cheng Enhou's mouth with the other, lest Cheng Enhou speak unscrupulously.

Song Er, who was originally in the middle of Baiguan, walked quickly to the incense burner, picked out the broken incense and put it in his sleeve, and personally picked out the new incense and handed it to Cheng Enhou, who was struggling to no avail and started to cry and snot. "Please ask Cheng Enhou to offer incense."

Cheng Enhou was completely stunned, the weight of his entire body resting on Song Jinyu.

Song Jinyu looked down at Cheng Enhou's face, dragged him back to the incense burner, and signaled Song Er with his eyes.

Song Er grabbed Cheng Enhou's trembling hand and held the incense stick in the center of the big incense burner, and said loudly, "It's a great blessing for your majesty to settle the soldiers and refugees."

After all, Song Er took advantage of the situation to take over the limp Cheng Enhou, and sent Cheng Enhou directly out of the Taimiao.

Song Jinyu straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened, glanced at the Qin Tianjian official who was also frightened just now, and was shaking his hand to hand him incense, lightly brushed the other's hand away, went to pick out the incense and lit it at the auspicious candle, Insert it into the incense burner, "Your Majesty..."

When the officials behind saw this, their hearts were raised in their throats, and they became more cautious in their actions, for fear of making the same mistakes as Cheng Enhou again.

Cheng Enhou is Emperor Yonghe's Mount Tai, even if he really destroyed the sacrifice, he would not be guilty of death. How many heads do they have?

It's just that the burning of incense behind the censer is really difficult to describe in words. Even if they were prepared, the people behind still encountered the situation that the incense would be cut off immediately.

When it was Song Peiyu's turn, he didn't know if the only good incense was picked out. He inserted the incense three times in a row, but it was broken into several pieces just after standing in the incense burner.

Soong Peiyu went to hold the incense for the fourth time, and changed the original three sentences praising the achievements of Emperor Yonghe into a small composition with hundreds of words and cadences, but it still failed.

For the fifth time, the small composition of hundreds of words was expanded on the spot, and the time spent praising the achievements of Emperor Yonghe was nearly double that of before, and it failed again.

Song Peiyu's expression did not change at all. After packing up the broken incense sticks, she went to choose three more incense sticks, and once again praised the achievements of Emperor Yonghe. She didn't insert them into the incense burner until the last stick of incense stick was left in her hand.

This time the fragrance did not stop.

The Shaoqing people of Dali Temple who were behind Song Peiyu were all dumbfounded, their faces paler than incense ashes.

He has long forgotten the books he read in the early years, but he can't be like Song Shaoyin, who praised His Majesty by citing classics until the incense burnt out.

However, the arrow is on the string, he can only pick the remaining incense with trembling hands, praying frantically in his heart that he can pass it once.

Song Er, who had been away for a long time, suddenly came back from the outside with a cold body, holding a tray full of incense in his hand, and walked quickly to the back of the incense burner.

The Shaoqing of Dali Temple was ecstatic, and quickly changed the direction of his outstretched hand, to get the incense in Song Er's tray.

With the new incense, the rest of the officials finally no longer all have a sad face, as if they are about to go to the execution ground, and the speed of inserting incense is more than twice as fast as before.

After all the officials present had finished inserting incense, someone outside sent a new main incense that was as thick as a grown man's finger. The main incense had to be inserted into the incense burner by Emperor Yonghe himself at the end.

When the sacrificial ceremony was completely over, everyone felt like they would survive the catastrophe.

Three days later, it will be officially closed and the annual leave will begin. No matter how exhausted Song Peiyu feels physically and mentally, she will not be able to leave the palace immediately.He is going to the East Palace, and the arrangements for the New Year's ceremony in the East Palace will continue.

It's ridiculous to say that even if he has the official rank of the third rank, Mrs. Ye still manages the annual festival for him, but he himself has to worry about the Eastern Palace's annual festival.

Song Peiyu rushed out of the palace before the palace gate was locked. She wanted to talk to Song Jinyu about the day at the Taimiao, but when she learned that Song Jinyu hadn't come home, she sent someone back to say that she would stay in the palace today.

As soon as the respondent finished speaking, Mrs. Song sent someone to invite Song Peiyu to Songhe Hall. Not only Aunt Liu was there, Mrs. Ye and the second wife were also absent-mindedly drinking tea, and it was up to the fourth and fifth wives to enliven the atmosphere.

It turned out that not only Song Jinyu was not at home, but Song Er also sent someone back early to inform that he would be staying at the Ministry of Rites today.

Song Wu was also in Taimiao today, but he didn't know how to explain to the female relatives what happened, so he could only vaguely reassure them, which made the female relatives even more worried.

Seeing Song Peiyu's exhausted appearance, Mrs. Song repeatedly called for Song Peiyu to bring hot tea, and asked the kitchen to cook some side dishes.

Aunt Liu personally brought a teacup to Song Peiyu, but Song Peiyu was stunned when she opened the lid. There was no tea in it, but warm goat's milk with tea flavor.

Presumably, when Aunt Liu was taking care of him in Tianhuju, she noticed his habit of drinking goat milk every morning and evening.

After eating the warm goat's milk, Song Peiyu sighed contentedly, "There's no need to keep the small kitchen busy, the third prince enjoyed the meal before I left the palace, and I can't eat anything else now."

Knowing what the female relatives were worried about, Song Peiyu didn't intend to show off. She pondered for a while and said slowly, "There was an accident at the Taimiao sacrifice today. I can't say what it is. The problem is mainly caused by Qin Tianjian. Eldest brother and I'm afraid the second brother will be busy for a while. Tomorrow morning, I have to enter the palace, if the sister-in-law is worried about the elder brother, you can prepare some eating utensils, and I will bring them to the elder brother tomorrow."

Song Peiyu looked at the second wife who was looking at him earnestly, "Although Qin Tianjian takes the lead in the sacrifice, the Ministry of Rituals is also inseparable from the relationship, and it is necessary to follow him. But don't worry, the second brother has already taken care of the matter today. Excellent, you will also ask Jing Jue to send some eating utensils to the Ministry of Rites tomorrow, and by the way, bring the second brother's servant back to ask carefully, the Ministry of Rites must regard the second brother as the backbone at this time."

Mrs. Ye and the second wife are also people who have experienced strong winds and waves. The previous panic was mostly because Song Jinyu and Song Er sent people back at the same time to say that they would not go home. The servants all looked panicked, but they couldn't tell why. .

Song Peiyu who was in the East Palace also didn't return home for a long time, and there was no news.

Song Wu, who was the only one who knew what happened, couldn't say this or that, how could they feel relieved.

Now that they saw Soong Peiyu coming back from the East Palace in good condition, they felt relieved when they learned that Song Peiyu was able to send greetings to Song Jinyu and Song Er, except for being tired.

Mrs. Song knocked on her mahogany cane, and said in a deep voice, "Both Lao Wu and Li Nu said it's okay, so don't think about it anymore, go back to the yard and be your own home. Even the master can't be stable at this time, What do you make your servants think? I'm tired, you kneel down." When the crowd dispersed like running water, Mrs. Song sat on the chair without moving for a long time, and suddenly sighed, looking up at Aunt Liu with tired eyes There is an old look that cannot be concealed, "Accompany me to the Small Buddha Hall."

Until the entire court was officially closed two days before the new year, the matter of offering sacrifices to the Taimiao was still unclear.

The Ministry of Rites went up to Shangshu and Shilang, down to Langzhong and the principal, all were fined with salary.Qin Tianjian, however, seemed to have been forgotten by Emperor Yonghe, and went home to celebrate the new year with a pale face.It seems that there is a guillotine hanging above their heads all the time. One can imagine how they have lived this year.

Song Peiyu received the best gift at the end of the year, his soap and soap making was very successful.Although the cost is still not well controlled, the finished product is no different from the soaps and scented soaps he has seen in his previous life, and even more exquisite.

Song Peiyu asked Zhuangzi to send all the inventory from the previous year to Tianhuju, put them in gift boxes and send them to Mrs. Song, Aunt Liu and the brothers, and specially sent a large box to Donggong.

His soap shop has been renovated and is only waiting to open in the next year.

As long as during the New Year's Eve, Dong Gong gave out some soaps at random, so he didn't worry about his soap shop's business not being good after it opened.

The Song family always worshiped their ancestors on the first day of the new year. After Song Peiyu watched the year in Mrs. Song's yard, she went directly to her own yard to change clothes and rush to the ancestral hall.

In previous years, Song Peiyu could only wait in the yard when worshiping the ancestors, but this year he was the one standing in the front row.

At the front of the altar were four imperial decrees, namely Song Jinyu's imperial decree conferring on Uncle Yunyang, Song Jinyu's official obeisance to Zhongshuling, Song Peiyu's imperial edict of obtaining a third-rank Zizhi Shaoyin Xun officer, and Song Jingjue's imperial decree for bestowing marriage.

Song Jinyu whispered to the ancestors the major events that happened in the clan this year. It was not until noon that the ancestor worship was officially over, and they returned to Mrs. Song's yard to eat the first meal of the new year.

Song Peiyu was busy with the messy things he gathered years ago and the soap shop he was about to open, so he didn't sleep properly for several days, and went through the complicated process of the New Year, and it was only because of Song Jingming and Song Jingjuan's support that he didn't fall asleep directly .

After returning to Tianhuju, Song Peiyu fell asleep from the second day to the fourth day before fully waking up.

It has been a long time since Song Peiyu had such a lively year. After all, when he was in Lihua Village, even if he was not in short supply, he was not as prosperous and lively as Xianyang.

After washing up, Song Peiyu ㄈ is Mrs. Song's greeting. It happened that the sister-in-laws were all there, and they joked that he slept from the second day to the fourth day, which made them so worried that they almost went to the palace to ask for the imperial doctor.

Song Peiyu repeatedly begged for forgiveness and was let go. She deliberately found a seat next to Aunt Liu. She wanted to sit down for a while and excused herself to leave, but she changed her mind when she heard that the sisters-in-law were making final discussions about Song Jingming's future marriage.

Just talking and talking, the topic became distorted.

During the period, Song Peiyu's soap received unanimous praise, and the sisters-in-law said that they would definitely go to praise Song Peiyu's business on the day the soap shop opened, and asked Song Peiyu to keep the goods for them.

Song Peiyu said sternly, "If you run out of it, just go directly to Zhuangzi to pick it up. How can my family pay so much attention to it?"

"Silly boy, if we let go, don't talk about opening a shop, I'm afraid you won't even be able to support a soap maker." Mrs. Ye pulled out a fiery round fan out of nowhere, and hid behind the fan with a smile. "Since ancient times, brothers and sisters have settled accounts. Unless you can satisfy the supply of the entire Xianyang, no one will be satisfied. Whether you can grab it depends entirely on your own ability."

Song Peiyu was taught, stood up and bowed.

Why doesn't he understand these truths, it's just that he doesn't like the saying 'brothers, settle accounts' from the bottom of his heart.

He also knew that Mrs. Ye said these words here to beat other people for him, so that no one in the family would embarrass him.

The Fourth Madam suddenly said, "Have you heard that the Eastern Palace bestowed on the Marquis of Chengen's residence?"

As soon as these words came out, the lively scene suddenly subsided a lot, but it caught the attention of Mrs. Song, "What's wrong? Tell me in detail."

The fourth lady smiled, "It's nothing, it's just that there is a paperweight in the shape of a unicorn among the gifts that the East Palace bestowed on Cheng Enhou's mansion. I heard some rumors that I don't know if they are true or not, so I wanted to ask."

Who here doesn't know that the eldest son of King Su who died in battle is called Qilin.

The smile on the corner of Ye's mouth disappeared, and seeing that the maids in the room had already been kicked out, she said in a low and quick voice, "Back then, the eldest girl in Cheng'enhou's mansion fell in love with that son, even if she was a concubine Willing. Your Majesty also intends to fulfill the friendship with the Luo family in the past, but after all, the young master has just married not long ago, so it is not easy to accept a concubine with such an unusual background right away, so it is delayed."

It is true that many people present did not know this past event, and they all showed surprised expressions.

Since they hadn't heard of this incident before, it can be seen that since the death of that battle, the Cheng'enhou Mansion didn't want people to mention this past incident.

Then the East Palace bestowed this paperweight, whether it was intentional or unintentional...

In the end, the fourth lady who brought up this matter took the initiative to change the subject, "Look at what we're talking about, we're going wrong. Nothing is as important as Jingming's wedding now. Think about what else is missing. Song's marriage to the clan Wife, you must be perfect."

The fifth lady was troubled when she heard the words, "Everything else is well thought out, but the nine pastries, nuts, and fruits brought to the woman's house are almost meaningless."

Cakes and nuts are easy to talk about, but it is winter after all, and there are no other fresh fruits except winter fruits, so I can't go to Song Peiyu's Zhuangzi to grab vegetables and take them with me.

Everyone discussed for a while, but there was no better way, and Mrs. Ye sighed casually, "It would be great if there were more varieties of winter fruits."

The maidservants in the middle came in to refill tea, and the last maid held a tray and approached Mrs. Song with a happy face, and said cleverly, "My servant congratulates the old lady, and congratulates the eldest lady."

"Yesterday, a rich businessman came from Yanzhou. He specialized in selling some auspicious fruits, and he happened to be bumped into by my brother. He thought it might be useful for the eldest son to marry a wife in the future, so he spent all his money to buy two auspicious fruits. Send it to the mansion to let the masters hold their eyes."

After hearing the words, Mrs. Song praised the servant girl's brother for her heart, and beckoned the servant girl to come to her, "Let me see what is so special about this fruit. If it is really good, you and your brother will be rewarded."

The servant girl smiled even more festively when she heard this, and stretched out her hand to lift the red cloth from the fruit.

Before Mrs. Song could hold the fruit in her hand and take a closer look, there was a sudden gust of wind blowing around her. Song Peiyu reached out to pick up a so-called 'auspicious fruit', and her face turned livid with just one glance.

Except for the different words on it, it is exactly the same as the fruit shared by Emperor Yonghe, King Su and Chongyi that day.