"I didn't have a nightmare," Song Wan shook his head. It was raining outside and the sky was a little gray. It was hard to tell what time it was. Song Wan asked softly, "What time is it now?"
Chunxiu brought some clothes to change for Song Wan and said softly, "It's past time, girl."
It was going to be noon soon. Song Wan rubbed his temples. He didn't expect that he would sleep for so long.
After washing up and having breakfast, the rain became heavier and heavier. Even the corridor was wetted by the water on the eaves. It was impossible to go out. Chunxiu followed Song Wan's previous habit and took a book from the bookshelf and gave it to Song Wan.
Song Wan took the book without turning the pages. He thought for a while and asked, "Chunxiu, do you have any other family members?"
Chunxiu was surprised and shook his head and said: "I have no family anymore. The famine was very serious that year when my wife bought me into the house. My mother and sister both starved to death. My father sold me to my brother for a bag of rice. Madam After hearing about it, we sent people to look for them, but none of them survived.¡±
Song Wan had an impression of the famine that year. At that time, there were refugees everywhere, and even wealthy families like Hanjing didn¡¯t have much food stockpile. Song Qingfeng once went out and saw how pitiful the people outside were, so he stole food from his home. I went to give alms with a bag of rice, but the refugees were so hungry that they almost beat Song Qingfeng to death. When Song Qingfeng came back, he was forced to kneel in the ancestral hall for three days.
Thinking of those old things, Song Wan was in a daze. Chunxiu added, "I have been in the Song Mansion for so many years and have long regarded the girl as my relative. Now I can still serve the girl. I am very happy."
Those words again.
Song Wan had an indescribable feeling. Chunxiu was now the mother of a child, but there was no such child in her eyes, only Song Wan as her master. It was as if she lived for Song Wan.
No matter how good the relationship between master and servant is, Song Wan still feels that the relationship between mother and son should not exceed the close blood relationship.
Suppressing the feeling of disobedience in his heart, Song Wan said softly: "I am very happy that you can come back. Please don't call yourself a slave again."
This is not the first time that Song Wan has said this to Chunxiu. After hearing this, Chunxiu looked frightened again and asked timidly: "Girl, is there something wrong with this slave?"
"No," Song Wan shook his head, "You did a good job, but you don't have to do these things yourself. You are also the master of the house now."
"When I entered the house, I promised my wife that I would serve the lady all my life. I don't want to be the master. I must always serve the lady!"
Chunxiu kept shaking her head, her tone gradually becoming anxious, as if Song Wan was about to drive her out of the house.
Unable to do so, Song Wan could only end the topic and said softly: "If you want to be by my side, stay by my side. I'll read for a while, and you can take a rest too."
Chunxiu refused and said, "The light in the room is too dark. Please help the girl hold the lamp."
Song Wan let her go, and after a while he heard Chunxiu say: "Slave, go to the kitchen and cook lotus root and pork ribs soup for the girl. Wasn't the girl greedy for soy pork ribs before? Now that the girl is well, I will make some soy pork ribs for you." Girl, eat it.¡±
Chun Xiu's face was full of expectations. Song Wan didn't want to spoil her kindness, so he nodded in agreement. After a while, Qing'e hurried into the room and said, "Girl, it's not good!"
Qing'e's tone was urgent. Song Wan's eyelids twitched, he put down the book and stood up and asked, "What happened?"
Qing'e frowned and said, "Chunxiu cut Bai He." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com