The little lady of the Hou's Mansion who traveled through time

No one in the General's Mansion cared about Song Sijun, but no one dared to ignore Shen Yinghan.

Because it was requested by Shen Yinghan, the food was delivered quickly.

Smelling the aroma of the food, Song Sijun felt even hungrier. After sitting down, seeing Shen Yinghan nodding, he started to eat.

After taking a few mouthfuls, Song Sijun noticed that there was a bowl of porridge in front of Shen Yinghan, which seemed to be medicinal food.He was holding a spoon in his hand, and beside him stood a maid with chopsticks in his hand.

Is this maid with chopsticks in charge of testing poison?

Just when Song Sijun was curious, he saw the maid put the vegetables into Shen Yinghan's spoon under Shen Yinghan's gaze.

Seeing the skilled and accustomed behavior of the two, Song Sijun was shocked.

Is this the rich man's world?You have to find a maid to serve you when you eat and add vegetables.

At this time, a woman came in, stepped forward to salute, and said, "greetings to Lord Hou."

Shen Yinghan nodded, and asked: "Grandma Lin is here, does mother have any orders?"

Granny Lin replied respectfully: "Princess heard that Master Hou and your wife were having dinner, so she ordered the old woman to come over and teach the lady some rules." After she finished speaking, she looked at the maid who was holding chopsticks, "In the future, such things as serving vegetables, It should be handed over to Mrs."

Hearing this, the maid put the chopsticks next to Song Sijun, and then stood aside by herself.

Song Sijun looked at Granny Lin in a daze.

Granny Lin said, "Ma'am, bring some food for Master Hou."

Having been a poor child for two lifetimes, Song Sijun, who is good at doing things himself, has some trouble understanding the brain circuits of rich people.

But when people are under the roof, they still have to follow each other's habits.So Song Sijun picked up the chopsticks that the maid put down, took a meatball and put it in Shen Yinghan's bowl.

Seeing this, Granny Lin was a little displeased and reprimanded: "How can Madam put it in a bowl? It should be put in Lord Hou's spoon."

Song Sijun's mind was full of question marks, but he did as he did, picked up the meatballs in Shen Yinghan's bowl, and put them into Shen Yinghan's spoon.

Only then did Granny Lin show a satisfied expression, and continued: "Madam, you must always pay attention to Master Hou. Whatever Master Hou wants to eat, grab whatever you want immediately. And be careful not to burn Master Hou..."

How can he eat like this... It's not easy to be the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family!

"Grandma Lin!" Shen Yinghan interrupted Granny Lin's words, a little displeased, "We'll talk about the rules later, Ma'am is just getting started today, let's have a simple meal."

Seeing Shen Yinghan's displeasure, Granny Lin immediately shut up and stood quietly aside.

Shen Yinghan said to Song Sijun: "You continue to eat, don't worry about me." Then she signaled the maid just now to continue.

Feeling baffled, Song Sijun hummed, then lowered his head to eat.

Looking at the maid serving the food and Shen Yinghan eating, the two of them are obviously used to it.

After eating, the food was removed, Granny Lin stepped forward, and just about to speak to Song Sijun, Shen Yinghan stopped her with a look.

Shen Yinghan said: "I will teach Madam personally, you can go back."

"This kind of thing...in case Lord Hou gets tired..."

Shen Ying glanced at the other party coldly, obviously a little annoyed.

Granny Lin saw that he was a little displeased, and hurriedly said: "I listen to Lord Hou, don't be angry, the doctor said that being angry is not good for your health." After finishing speaking, Granny Lin hurriedly turned around and left, fearing that she would stay here, It will make Shen Yinghan angry.

After Granny Lin left, Shen Yinghan's expression returned to calm, and then he looked at Song Sijun, "Are you full?"

Song Sijun nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you always have people serve you when you eat?"

"No." Shen Yinghan smiled wryly, "I'm the only one in our family."

Song Sijun was puzzled, "Why?" Even if he was weak, he wouldn't be tired to pick up food with chopsticks, and since he could hold a spoon, why couldn't he use chopsticks?

Shen Yinghan didn't answer immediately, but looked down at his right hand.

"You don't know how to use chopsticks?" Song Sijun looked at Shen Yinghan and asked cautiously.

Shen Yinghan replied: "To be precise, it is useless at all." As he spoke, he raised his right hand, with a sense of loneliness and a self-deprecating smile on his face, "This hand is useless."

Shen Yinghan's hands were slender and fair, they looked like the hands of a rich young master.

"But you were still using it just now, you took the spoon..."

"Because only the index finger and thumb can move."

The thumb and index finger of his right hand, and the other three fingers were half-clasped like that, unable to flex or extend normally.

Because Shen Yinghan's hand has no obvious deformities in appearance, and in addition, people usually hold their hands half-clasped, so it is difficult to find that his right hand is disabled.

Before getting married, he knew that Shen Yinghan was sick and disabled, but he really didn't expect that besides being unable to stand up, Shen Yinghan also had hand problems.

Song Sijun felt that Shen Yinghan was a bit miserable, and also a little curious, what kind of good deeds did the other party do in his previous life to be able to have such a good pregnancy, and what evil did he do to have such a problem.

Song Sijun reached out and grabbed Shen Yinghan's wrist, and asked, "Are you still conscious?"

Shen Yinghan looked at him puzzled.

So Song Sijun directly touched the opponent's immobile little finger, and seeing the pained expression on the opponent's face, he said, "If you still have consciousness, you have a chance to move. You were born like this? Or is it acquired?"

Shen Yinghan looked at him puzzled, "Why are you asking this?"

"I said I might, might be able to cure you, do you believe it?" Song Sijun looked at Shen Yinghan and asked.

Shen Yinghan didn't believe it, and even found it ridiculous.With so many imperial doctors in the palace helpless, how could it be possible for Song Sijun to give birth to a child!He didn't speak.

Song Sijun said: "Maybe what the Taoist said is true, I will make you happy. A dead horse is a living horse doctor. Do you believe me?"

In fact, for Shen Yinghan, every attempt is a dead horse as a living doctor.

Shen Yinghan said: "I don't know for sure. From the time I can remember, my hands have been like this. I'm afraid I'll have to ask my mother to know whether it's natural or not."

Song Sijun nodded, and then tried to straighten Shen Yinghan's index finger. Whenever he moved, Shen Yinghan showed a painful expression.

Song Sijun: "It hurts."

Shen Yinghan said: "It's okay. My three fingers can actually move, but they're not very flexible, and it hurts when they move."

Song Sijun groaned, and then snapped again. This time, the immobile index finger of the other party visibly moved.It can be seen that the other party is right.

There is no problem with the bones, joints and perception of his hand, which is theoretically a healthy finger.

Song Sijun said: "Your hand deformity is not cured, it is normal, if you keep doing flexion and stretching exercises, you may become more flexible."

Shen Yinghan said: "If it's normal, why does it hurt?"

Song Sijun said: "The pain should be caused by the long-term inactivity of the muscles and meridians, resulting in functional degeneration."

"What do you mean?" Shen Yinghan looked blank, and looked a little cute.

Song Sijun raised his eyebrows, "These are technical terms, you don't understand them, and you don't need to understand them. You just need to know that if you do what I say, you will definitely suffer, but your fingers may return to normal." Success is not certain, but suffering Yes for sure.

Hearing this, Shen Yinghan said without hesitation: "If I can return to normal, I will naturally."

Song Sijun said: "It's just possible, not necessarily useful."

"Even if there is only a little hope, I want to try."

Song Sijun looked at the not delicate young master in front of him, and he was in a good mood.

"How do you understand this?" Shen Yinghan asked suddenly.

Song Sijun was taken aback for a moment, and then he said with a simple smile: "The people in the village are poor, and they have no money to see a doctor when they are sick. After a long time, they have some healing methods handed down from the poor. Naturally, the imperial doctors in the womb of these native methods I don't know, rich and noble people can't believe it, and the eldest princess will naturally not use it on you. Moreover, this method is hard, and she probably won't let you suffer."

Thinking about it carefully, Shen Yinghan felt that it made some sense. With the character of the eldest princess, if she knew that an unreliable method might cure his hand, but it would make him suffer, she would really choose to give up directly.

After all, his hand is disabled, and the servants can still serve him well.

Because he was born sick and weak, the eldest princess couldn't bear him to suffer.

Shen Yinghan looked down at his crippled right hand, eyes full of expectation, and said: "If this hand is like an ordinary person, I don't need to bother others about many things, and I can also hold a pen and hold a sword just like my father."

His father was a brave general of hussars who could frighten the enemy with a knife on his horse, but he was a sick man who couldn't even do simple things like holding chopsticks.Even though she understood and tried to accept these realities since she was a child, Shen Yinghan still felt somewhat regretful.He also wanted to be a hero like his father Shen Huayang, even if he was somewhat similar, he was satisfied.

Song Sijun's words undoubtedly planted hope in his heart.

Looking at Shen Yinghan who was full of expectations, Song Sijun was a little scared.He was afraid that he would not be able to heal the other party's hand, which undoubtedly gave the other party hope and pushed the other party into deeper despair.

The two of them spent less than a day together, but he could tell that Shen Yinghan was a sincere and gentle person, and he really couldn't bear to hurt such a person.

After thinking for a while, Song Sijun said, "Your right hand is inconvenient, you can try using your left hand!"

Shen Yinghan looked at him, showing some astonishment.

Song Sijun said: "Don't you know about left-handers?"

"What is that?" Shen Yinghan looked puzzled.

Hearing this, Song Sijun finally understood that Shen Yinghan was really a young master who was locked in the house and isolated from the world.

If it is an ordinary person, if the right hand is inconvenient, he will switch to the left hand, but the people Shen Yinghan comes into contact with are all right-handed, so he subconsciously thinks that writing and sword should be right-handed.

The people next to him could have told him that the left hand could also replace the right hand. It is estimated that the eldest princess did not want him to practice hard for such a thing, so the people next to him did not tell him.

When he was in college, Song Sijun went to some psychology classes. The professor at the time suggested that if a person eats sweet tofu nao from birth, he would think that tofu nao should be eaten sweet. I don't think about the fact that tofu nao can be salty or spicy, and even think that it is wrong except for the sweetness.

After Song Sijun understood Shen Yinghan's situation, he raised his left hand and explained patiently: "A person's left and right hands are actually functionally the same. What the right hand can do, the left hand can also do, such as holding chopsticks."

Shen Yinghan frowned and said, "But you can't do it with your left hand."

"Yes." Song Sijun said with certainty, then got up and wanted to find something stick-shaped instead of chopsticks to show Shen Yinghan.

His first thought was to use a pen instead of chopsticks, so after looking around, he went straight to the study in the side room.

For the convenience of Shen Yinghan's room, the study is in the side room. When you walk in, you can see the bookshelves piled high, and you can see that Shen Yinghan is a cultural person who loves to read, but Song Sijun didn't see the writing brush on the desk.

"What are you looking for?" Shen Yinghan asked.

With Shen Yinghan's family background, it stands to reason that there would be no shortage of writing brushes.

Song Sijun said: "Pen, why is there no pen?"

Shen Yinghan sighed softly and said, "I don't know how to write."

Because her right hand is inconvenient and she can't hold the writing brush steadily, the eldest princess used her methods to maintain Shen Yinghan's self-esteem, directly preventing Shen Yinghan from learning to write.

If there is no such thing as a writing brush, there is no such thing as a matter of course.

After Song Sijun understood this, he was speechless for a while.

Doting is not necessarily a good thing for children.

Shen Yinghan said: "If madam needs it, I'll send someone to get it."

Song Sijun shook his head, thinking that it would be better to let people get the chopsticks instead of getting the pens.

Song Sijun said: "Wait for me for a while." After finishing speaking, he walked out, looked at the courtyard that had become sluggish due to autumn, broke off two dead trees, and then picked up some fallen leaves on the ground, and then went into the house and walked to Shen Yinghan before.

Putting the fallen leaves on the table, Song Sijun held the dead branches in his left hand, and using the dead branches as chopsticks, easily picked up the dead leaves on the table, and said to Shen Yinghan: "Look, that's it, what the right hand can do, the left hand can also do." .”

Song Sijun was left-handed when he was a child, and was forcibly corrected by his family later, but he still used his left hand habitually when his family was away.

Eating with his left hand and writing with his left hand are all easy things for him.He uses his right hand on weekdays, just because he doesn't want people to feel that he is special.

Shen Yinghan looked at Song Sijun's left hand and was greatly shocked.

It was dusk and the sun was setting, and the room was a bit dark, but Shen Yinghan felt that Song Sijun's left hand seemed to be glowing.

A maid came over with a lantern, stood behind the door, lowered her head and asked, "Master Hou, it's getting dark, do you want to light a lamp?"