The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 1111 Extra: Song Shenzhi and Nanyan (1)

This year, Song Shenzhi was extremely busy, unraveling more than a dozen unsolved cases.

Every pile of red robes involved, pulling the vine will bring out a branch full of poisonous fruits. However, he is not an official or a clerk, just a white-robed legal advisor beside Qiu Zhiyan.

All the credit went to Qiu Zhiyan. At that time, Lord Qiu was almost like a god in the hearts of the people of Tiema City.

At the same time, danger is always around.

When Qiu Zhiyan was attacked, Song Shenzhi stepped forward to block the knife without thinking, and blood flowed all over the ground.

If Zhuo Qiran had not been close by at the time, Song Shenzhi's arm would have been completely disabled.

After Shi Anxia learned about the situation, she transferred Nan Yan to the Song family to help take care of them, but she didn't expect that it would lead to a good marriage.

In the Song family, Nan Yan has a noble status.

But Nanyan was oblivious and rushed to work. She was truly a person who had her eyes set on work, and her busy figure could be seen everywhere, inside and outside the house.

Of course, Mrs. Song would not just stand by and watch, she would also help with the work. After a few interactions, she became familiar with Nan Yan.

Mrs. Song liked Nan Yan from the bottom of her heart, her eyes full of love. If it were her old family, she would have wanted to find a wife for her son.

But now, the Song family was the sinner. Mrs. Song had no choice but to bury this thought in her heart and watch the lively Nan Yan get along well with her two sons.

The two brothers, who usually keep silent, not only have their eyes light up but also become talkative as soon as they see Miss Nanyan.

It seemed as if several more people suddenly appeared in the deserted house.

Mrs. Song finally let go of her worries and learned to care for her eldest son, Song Shenzhi.

Song Shenzhi has longed for maternal love since he was a child. He is the kind of person who feels like he has the whole sun when he gets a ray of sunshine.

This time the knife wound penetrated the bone, yet he chose to leave the rotten flesh uncovered, letting the pus and blood soak through the white cloth. He bit his lip in pain until it frothed with blood, but he stole a peek at his mother's furrowed brow.

Mrs. Song looked at the wound and her tears never stopped. Her hands were shaking as she applied medicine to him.

Nan Yan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she took the medicine and asked Mrs. Song to rest.

She could do it, so she went ahead, her hand dipped in medicine hovering over the wound. "Young Master Song, please bear with it. Lord Zhuo said that the Baijiang Pill is as potent as a branding iron. If you don't ruthlessly cut through this layer of rotten flesh, the miasma that will seep into the cracks between the bones will kill you sooner or later!"

Before he finished speaking, the medicine had already been branded into the wound.

That's so clean and neat!

Song Shenzhi's spine arched like a shrimp, and a half-wolf howl escaped from between his teeth, which he then bit hard and crushed in the back of his throat.

Only the blue veins on the corners of his body were throbbing, and beads of sweat rolled down and soaked the white cloth on the pillow.

He was not pretending. He was a scholar and his tolerance for physical pain was certainly not as good as that of a military general.

Mrs. Song's eyes were swollen like peaches. She rushed to the kitchen, took out the only two remaining eggs, and cooked some sugar-water eggs with trembling hands.

One bowl was given to the eldest son, and the other bowl was forced into Nan Yan's palm.

Nan Yan quickly declined, "I won't eat it. I'll leave it for you to nourish your body."

Song Shenzhi placed the bowl on the bedside table with one hand and said, "If you don't want to eat, I won't eat either."

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Mrs. Song gave an order, "Eat everything. Miss Nanyan has worked really hard these days." As she spoke, she picked up the bowl on the table and raised her hand to feed the sugar-water egg to her eldest son.

Song Shenzhi stared at the steam rising from the edge of the bowl, his eyes falling on his mother's hands.

There was a gleam of forbearance in his eyes. He had been waiting for this warmth for twenty years of frost.

Mrs. Song was also overwhelmed with emotions and felt guilty. The child was innocent, and she finally reconciled with the past.

She turned her face away, not daring to look into her son's eyes, and said, "Miss Nanyan, eat quickly, or it will get cold soon."

Nan Yan couldn't resist and ate the sugar-water egg. She turned around and left the yard, ran to the street and bought dozens of eggs.

She put it quietly into the kitchen without saying anything.

Mrs. Song saw this and said slowly, "Miss Nanyan, how can our Song family live with you like this?"

Nan Yan shook the other person's hand sincerely, "Madam Song, every family has its own difficulties. Just let it go. The princess said that the Song family is full of learned people and will be able to serve the court sooner or later. You can rest assured."

Mrs. Song liked Nan Yan more and more, and her desire to have her as her daughter-in-law became stronger.

Song Xizhi knew how to cherish, and encouraged Song Shenzhi, "Brother, Nanyan is a good girl, don't hide it, tell her your feelings."

Song Shenzhi knew to be cautious, "In our current situation, why should we drag Miss Nanyan into suffering with us?"

Song Xizhi said, "If we were living a life of digging mountains and carrying stones, I wouldn't have mentioned it. But now I understand that as long as we don't go astray, the princess will help us."

He sighed again and said, "Alas, the princess has already helped us so much. Whether the road ahead will be easy or not depends on our own efforts. Living a happier life is also a kind of effort. Brother, don't hesitate. I'm afraid you'll think too much, and when Miss Nanyan marries someone else, it will be too late for you to regret it."

Song Shenzhi was silent for a long time, "Xizhi, you have grown up and have become so insightful."

Song Xizhi smiled bitterly and wiped the inkstone. "If someone who has had his door lintel collapsed once still doesn't have good eyesight, how big is his heart? Brother, didn't you tell me that if you have a roof over your head, the wind and snow won't bully you. If you have charcoal in your house, the cold won't invade you. If you have hot food on the table and a bright heart, life won't be too difficult."

No one knew that he also had a crush on Nan Yan. This was not because of Murong's beauty, nor because of her picturesque features; nor was it because of her tenderness, nor because of her sweet smile and eloquence.

I admired the tenderness in her eyes when she touched the medicine with her ten fingers and applied it to her brother.

It is to respect her for kneeling down to remove the pus-filled bandage, her toughness in holding the cotton yarn even when the fishy smell hits my face.

He loved her not because she was a traitor to the Song family, but because he helped her when she was in need and smiled at her the first day they met.

The young man had seen beautiful women when he was in the capital, but in his heart, no girl was more beautiful than Nan Yan.

She had long become the worldly something he could not let go of in his dilapidated home.

However, he gradually realized that this touch of worldly fireworks not only illuminated his cold window, but also became a bright light on his brother's dark night road.

He thought that if Miss Nan Yan could become his sister-in-law, he would be very happy.

His brother had always given in to him and protected him over the years, and for once, he could quietly fulfill his brother's wish.

In fact, it may not be a fulfillment. Miss Nan Yan has always had her brother in her eyes, and he just doesn't want to cause trouble.

This layer of charming thoughts belonged to him alone. No one else in this world would know.

Song Xizhi began to leave early and return late, no longer appearing in front of Nan Yan. He said, "Mother, I need to go to Guicheng. The academy is busy. Master Huang thinks highly of me."

No one in the family noticed.

Nan Yan also said, "Yesterday, Master Huang praised Young Master Song in front of the princess, saying that he will have a bright future."

Madam Song smiled and said, "Miss Nanyan, don't call them Young Master anymore. Just call them Shenzhi and Xizhi. We will treat you as one of our family."

Nan Yan thought for a moment and said calmly, "Okay, Madam. Then please don't call me Miss anymore. Call me Nan Yan instead."

In this way, Nan Yan took care of the Song family for three months and lived with Song Shenzhi day and night.

Song Shenzhi taught her how to write and was surprised to find that she had a good foundation. "You can read?"

Nan Yan nodded, "The princess taught me. But I'm just stupid, not even half as good as Sister Bei Hui and Xi Yue, so I don't know much."

"Then, can I teach you every day from now on?" Song Shenzhi's throat tightened when he said this. He didn't dare to look at Nan Yan, and let the horizontal, vertical, and diagonal strokes of the characters on the window lattice become a mess, making him panic.