Chapter 99: The fate of the world is difficult to break

Song Ruoxi didn't care about Zuo Dongnian's gifts. She chatted with Ji Yun for a while, then went out to go back to the yard. Not far away, she saw two little maids wearing double buns jumping towards this side, holding hands, each carrying a small flower basket made of willow branches. The basket contained various flowers, which looked very unique. Shu Juan was soaked.

The two little maids saw Song Ruoxi and stopped to salute her and said, "I wish you a blessing to Miss Seventh, Miss Seventh will be blessed."

"Who made this fresh flower basket?" Song Ruoxi asked with a smile.

"If you go back to Miss Seven, you will be a servant." The little maid on the left said.

"The flower basket is very beautiful. Can you help me make two?"

The little maid said happily: "Please wait for a while. I will help the girl to make two more beautiful flower baskets."

"Then thank you for your hard work, you can make two beautiful flower baskets and send them to my yard."

"I will not work hard for a girl," said the little maid with a smile.

Song Ruoxi smiled and turned around and left.

Qinghe stuffed a few cents to the two little maids, "Go quickly."

The two little maids went out of the Zhuyinyuan again, went to the pond in the big garden to pick willow leaves and weave flower baskets. They weaved the flower baskets, and then went to the garden to pick blooming flowers. The red and purple auspicious fragrance in the garden was blooming in a cluster of brocades and thick fragrance spread. The auspicious fragrance was the main flowers, and roses and hydrangeas were accompanied by beautiful scenery.

"Oh, you two little hoofs, little prostitutes, are you trying to die! Those who pick flowers and willows are ruined here, but they will be beaten by lightning." The woman from Guanyuanzi came. When she saw the willow leaves and flowers in her hands, she felt distressed and cut her flesh as if she had cut her flesh.

"Damn old woman, put your mouth cleanly. What a little trotter, we have been ordered by the Seventh Girl to make a flower basket." The maid who made a flower basket didn't have time to pay attention to the woman, and the little maid standing next to her pushed back.

"Stop using the Seventh Girl to be fooled. You are not the ones who serve the Seventh Girl. Will the Seventh Girl use you?" The woman questioned the two of them.

The little maid sneered, "If you don't believe me, we will send a flower basket to Miss Seven. Follow me, ask Miss Seven in person to see if Miss Seven will beat you out with a board."

She didn't dare to ask Song Ruoxi in person if she beat the woman to death, and walked away cursingly. The two little maids made flower baskets and left happily, with some flowers and willow branches thrown on the ground.

As soon as they left, Old Mrs. Song, surrounded by her mother and maid, came to the garden with crutches to see her favorite auspicious flowers.

Although Mrs. Song was so angry that she almost died, she didn't want to die. Even if she had enjoyed everything she should have in her life, she had no regrets when she closed her eyes, but she still wanted to continue to enjoy it. After taking half a month of tonics, she had been in tranquil for so long, and she recovered a little. She took advantage of the good weather today and went out for a walk.

"Who picked these flowers?" Old Mrs. Song asked in a deep voice.

Madam Chen frowned. Who is so brave to pick the flowers that the old lady likes? She hurriedly said, "Go and call the old lady from Guanyuanzi."

The woman was walking around the garden and was soon found. Old Mrs. Song picked up the crutch and hit her head. The woman knew the old woman's temper and dared not hide. She was beaten with a big bag on her head. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "This flower was not picked by the old slave, but was picked by the seventh girl. She even broke the willow flower basket. The old slave couldn't help but scolded her, "The old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave, the old slave was useless."

Old Mrs. Song was so angry that her whole body trembled, "I'm not dead yet! She dared to climb onto my head!"

"Old lady, Miss Seven is your granddaughter. My grandmother loves her granddaughter and admires her granddaughter for a few flowers to play with. Why did you go elsewhere?" Madam Chen held her arm and whispered.

"Go and call that dead girl for me." Old Mrs. Song refused to listen to her advice and decided to use Song Ruoxi to establish her authority and tell the people in the mansion that she was the mistress of this family.

"Old lady, you are better, don't be angry about this little thing. Just a few flowers, if you ruin it, it will be ruined. It will bloom again next year." Madam Chen could see the form clearly than the old lady. The old lady is old, the fourth master is unpromising, the third room is rising, and the seventh girl is the person in the heart of the third wife. It is best not to offend him if he can offend him.

Old Mrs. Song stared at Madam Chen with fierce eyes, "I can't help you now, okay, the old woman can still walk, the old woman goes to find her in person."

"Old lady, are you tired from walking? This place is far from Zhuyin Courtyard. I help you to Baixian Courtyard for a rest. The fourth wife will definitely give birth to a grandson for the old lady this time." Madam Chen has been serving Mrs. Song for many years. Knowing what the old lady cares about the most, she reminded her if she gets angry about this trivial matter, if there is anything at all, she will not be able to see her grandson.

No matter how good Mrs. Song is to Xiao Jiang, the one she cares most about is Song Shu. She doesn't care whether Song Yi has a legitimate son or not. Song Shu must have a legitimate son. Hearing this, his face calmed down a little. Then he thought that she was an elder after all, and it was not a good idea to go out for trouble for the younger generation for a few flowers. It would be better to wait for the opportunity to deal with the dead girl in the future. She held her crutch tightly, snorted coldly, and said, "Go back to Songheyuan."

Madam Chen breathed a sigh of relief and helped Old Mrs. Song back.

Song Ruoxi offended Old Mrs. Song again without knowing it.

On February 20, Kuo Xiang joined the palace with 64 other girls to run for the election, and she was facing the problem of being selected. Song Ruoxi was facing the problem of choosing seeds. Originally, she, a girl who was not agriculture, had to worry about what to plant in the farm. However, in order to teach her to manage the house from a small place, Ji Yun asked four shops near the capital to send dozens of seeds and seedlings into the mansion, and asked Song Ruoxi to decide what to plant in the farm this year.

Song Ruoxi looked at the seeds and seedlings in the basket, with an emergency eyebrows and a look of difficulty. She didn't know these seeds and seedlings. She didn't know what the soil in the fields was. How could she know what to plant? Otherwise, follow the old examples? He glanced at Ji Yun, who was chatting with Ouyang, and sighed softly. If he could follow the old examples, there would be nothing today. He would be obedient and be a peasant woman.

Seeing Song Ruoxi's embarrassment, Ouyang couldn't help but say, "Third brother and sister, the seventh girl will never marry a farmer no matter who she marrys in the future. She needs to worry about the affairs in this field. You, the daughter, have taught you too much."

"A girl in the deep boudoir, she is not diligent in her body and does not distinguish between grains. This is not a good thing. I hope she knows more." Ji Yun sighed, "Who knows what the future will be like? My mother often says that you must prepare for the future when doing things."

"There is this disadvantage to raising a daughter. Before getting married, I am a little cotton jacket for my mother. I know my mother's wishes and are close to my mother's heart. I am ten times better than those bad guys, but I have to worry about it ten times more. I am only two bad guys, so I don't have to worry as much as you, but I don't have to worry about my daughter." Ouyang said with a smile.

Ji Yun frowned slightly and asked, "Did Erya have chosen someone?"

"This matter is not urgent. The boy from the Yu family has only been dead for more than a month. Not to mention waiting for a year or two, I have to wait for the marriage of Qi Yatou. I can't get in the way of the seventh girl for her." Ouyang picked up the teacup and took a sip. She was unwilling to care about Song Ruojie's affairs from the bottom of her heart, but she didn't want to affect the relationship between the couple, nor did she want to keep Song Ruojie in front of her, so she reluctantly took over.

Song Ruojie died of her fiancé. If she got engaged too early, it would definitely cause criticism from others and implicate other girls in the family. Seeing that Ouyang had considered Song Ruoxi, Ji Yun was happy and smiled and said, "You should go and see each other's marriage with Brother Han."

"His father said that he would talk about this matter when he passed the spring exam next year, and then the people who looked at each other would be better." Speaking of the eldest son, Ouyang's smile became stronger.

My sister-in-law talked about it without saying a word.

Song Ruoxi really couldn't recognize what the seeds were, so he just left the aside. Anyway, she didn't need to plant them in person. It didn't matter whether she knew them or not. She asked Xiangduo to invite the four wives from the farm and asked them, what is the soil in the farm? What is the source of water? What was the planted before? What income?

When the four wives in the village heard that their wife asked them to enter the mansion and asked them to pay homage to the Seventh Girl, they knew that the four wives would be dowry for the Seventh Girl in the future. From then on, the Seventh Girl would be their master. Naturally, they would say whatever she asked.

After half an hour of struggle, Song Ruoxi had an idea in his mind and walked over and said, "Mom, Xi'er has decided what to plant, Dongjiang..."

"Just decide what you want to plant. Don't tell your mother, don't care." Ji Yun interrupted her.

"What if I decide to make a mistake?" Song Ruoxi asked nervously.

"If you make a mistake, just use it as a lesson. You will know what to plant next year." Ji Yun said with a smile.

"If this happens, you will lose a lot of money." Song Ruoxi was afraid that the farm would be incurred by her random troubles.

"If you lose, you will lose. If you make a profit in the future, you will just make a profit." Ji Yun smiled with a relaxed look on her face.

Since this is the case, Song Ruoxi became bold and decided on the matter of the farm.

That afternoon, Song Ruoxi received an invitation from Zhou's mansion. Zhou Siyi wanted to hold a painting appreciation conference in three days and asked her to go there. Song Ruoxi asked someone to reply and he would be there in three days.

The next day, Song Ruoxi was going out again. This time he didn't dare to say that he went to Shiweilou and ate fried turtle doves, saying that he wanted to go to the painting workshop to find a good painting and take it to Zhou Mansion.

Ji Yun believed it and did not stop her.

Song Ruoxi's carriage arrived at Shiweilou. As soon as he got off the car, he was attracted by a pair of men and women not far away and stopped.

"This donor, please let go." Ye Shuhua was pulled on her sleeve by a girl and couldn't take off her body.

"Young Master Ye, don't you know me anymore? On the Flower Festival, the little girl was almost stung by a bee. You stood up to save her regardless of your safety. Have you forgotten?" The girl reminded Ye Shuhua.

"Mencius is compassionate and helps others when they are in danger. Donors don't have to thank them." Ye Shuhua pulled his sleeves. In fact, he could no longer recognize whether this girl was the one she saved that day.

"The young master saved the little girl, and our family is very grateful to you. It's a coincidence that I met you on the street. The little girl really couldn't repay you." The girl's face flushed and she looked at Ye Shuhua with affection.

The crowd was full of people, people came and went, and men and women were entangled, which attracted people's attention. Ye Shuhua was clean and could he misunderstand? What's more, the girl's scorching eyes made him frightened and said anxiously: "Menagers are compassionate and should help when they see others in danger. The donor does not need to thank him. Please let go and let the monk leave."

"Young Master, the little girl's parents want to thank you in person and ask you to go home with your little girl." The girl refused to let go and boldly invited Ye Shuhua to go home together.

Song Ruoxi saw Ye Shuhua's embarrassment, and knew that he was gentle and did not want to scold him harshly. However, this girl was as thick as a city wall. It was difficult for him to escape with such an attitude, so she wanted to help him and said loudly: "Senior Brother, you don't abide by the rules and tuggle with others on this street. I want to tell my master to punish you heavily."

Ye Shuhua was stunned for a moment. When she saw Xiangxiu, she recognized it as Song Ruoxi and said to the girl: "Donor, the young monk's junior brother is going to complain to his master, and the young monk will be punished. Please ask the donor to let the young monk go."

"Young Master Ye saved me. I am expressing my gratitude to him. Don't get me wrong and don't complain to your master." The girl didn't know the truth and couldn't bear to Ye Shuhua being punished for her, so she quickly explained.

"Do you need to hold his sleeve to express your gratitude?" Song Ruoxi asked coldly.

"I..." The girl opened her mouth and let go of her hand unwillingly.

"Senior brother, why are you still standing there? You haven't gone in yet. Do you want your master to wait for you?" Song Ruoxi asked sternly.

Ye Shuhua quickly walked into the Shiwei Building.

Song Ruoxi didn't even look at the girl. After leaving the store, the shopkeeper saw her coming and greeted her, and smiled and said, "Please go to the wing room first and wait for a while."

Hearing this, Song Ruoxi knew that Shangguan Moxun had not come yet. When he turned around, he saw that the girl was still standing at the door and not leaving. He smiled and said to Ye Shuhua: "Senior Brother, please follow me."

Ye Shuhua followed Song Ruoxi to the third floor, entered the room, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you for your help, junior brother."

Song Ruoxi took off the hat and smiled and said, "Senior Brother, if I don't help you today, how can you get out?"

"The little monk will tell her the truth." Ye Shuhua said.

"What will you do if she doesn't listen?" Song Ruoxi continued to ask.

Ye Shuhua laughed, "The little monk chanted the Buddhist scriptures to influence her."

Song Ruoxi stroked his forehead and sighed, "Senior Brother, the girl just now, you saved her and made her admire you. If you want to agree with her, it will not be so easy to be influenced. She will only keep pestering you."

"Junior brother, the little monk is devoted to the Buddha and dare not distract himself. The love of the world is not related to the little monk." Ye Shuhua said righteously.

Song Ruoxi smiled and shook his head, saying, "Senior Brother, you are not a real monk. You have not been ordained. You are still in the world. These things cannot be stopped."

Ye Shuhua frowned slightly, pursed his lips and said nothing, and a very complicated look surged in his eyes. Song Ruoxi's words touched his heartstrings. The reason why Master Jueming refused to help him slaughter was that he still had a vulgar relationship and could not achieve the right result.

"Senior brother, where is your follower?"

"The little monk doesn't like them to follow."

"If they follow you, that girl will not have the chance to bother you."

Ye Shuhua was stunned and smiled and said, "What my junior brother said is reasonable. In the future, the little monk will take his followers with him."

"Senior brother, even if you bring a follower, you have to learn to adapt. You should take the same attitude when you meet someone. Simply respond gently will only make yourself in trouble. You were unable to speak harshly just now, so you left. With your actions, you will give up and stop being entangled." Song Ruoxi kindly advised Ye Shuhua, knowing that with his appearance, family background, and his gentle personality, things today will definitely happen frequently in the future.

Ye Shuhua nodded and said, "The little monk knows, thank you junior brother."

The shopkeeper brought the hot tea and snacks to the door, and Xiangxiu brought it in. Song Ruoxiu brought the pot and poured a cup of tea for Ye Shuhua, saying, "Senior brother, have a cup of tea, I'll let the shopkeeper lead you out of the back door."

"Thank you, junior brother." Ye Shuhua smiled and thanked, picked up the tea cup, and drank the tea gracefully.

"How many words have you translated from that sutra? " Ye Shuhua asked.

Song Ruoxi has not translated the scriptures these days, but I am embarrassed to tell the truth and can only lie, "I only translated a few words, how many words have my senior brother translated?"
To be continued...