On the hot summer day, the doors and windows are half open, and there are no cicadas on all sides when Mrs. Song is asleep, let alone people walk around.

Mrs. Song turned her head and looked around the room. She was not as confused as she had just woken up. Although her face was weak, her eyes were slightly bright. She lifted the quilt and slowly supported her to sit up little by little. She got out of bed, held the bed frame, didn't get up for a long time, was dizzy, didn't walk for a long time, and was shaking like a child.

Instead of calling people, she held her breath, stumbled and pulled off a robe from the hanger, tremblingly tied it, walked to the door, and threw one hand on the closed door for a moment to rest, carefully not bumping into the open door, for fear of a sound.

The yard is covered with green trees, with blooming flowers dotted among them. There are wooden benches and tables under the big tree, wooden horses, rocking chairs, wooden ducks tied with ropes and other toys, which are messy and lively.

Mrs. Song stabilized her body and walked past the threshold. The bright sunlight shone on her body. The scattered white hair made her thin body look thinner. She swayed as if she was about to be melted by the sun. Finally, she stumbled down the steps, walked through the yard, and headed straight towards the gate.

Although this was her home, it was her first time she walked out of the house and everything was strange. However, on the day she came back from outside the capital, she lay in a soft sedan chair and remembered the way from the door to her residence.

This is the third door, this is the second door... From here you can hear the loud gongs and firecrackers outside, and the gate is ahead.

Four servants were laughing in the shade of the gate and aisle.

"Who...ah? Madam?" Someone saw it inside and lost his voice in surprise.

"Madam? How is that possible, Madam...ah Madam!" said the others, and then stood up in surprise.

The eyes of several people were concentrated on the woman who seemed anxious and seemed to be walking slowly. This woman was described as being in her fifties, but in fact she was in the same year as the Song and Yuan dynasties, and this year was only 42 or 3 years old. What made her old was white hair, weak face, and thin body, which was a disease that had been plagued by years...

They had never met Mrs. Song, but if there were strangers in this mansion, it would be Mrs. Song.

"Madam, how do you..."

Why did you come out? Why did you come out alone?

The people in front of the door were at a loss and dared not approach.

Mrs. Song held her clothes with her hands, and seemed to have relieved her hard for several times before speaking: "I, I want to go out and see."

go out?

The people in front of the door looked at each other. The Song family members could be rampant in the capital, but the Song family members did not go out easily, and they did not walk alone and suddenly wanted to go out.

"Mom." Song Ying's voice came from behind, a little anxious.

Mrs. Song's expression suddenly became anxious, and she rushed towards the door in a hurry.

"I'm going out," she said, "I'm going out and have a look."

The people next to the door wanted to stop him but did not dare to stop him, so they could only watch Mrs. Song jumped into the door.

The door bolt was thick, and two men could only open it together. She was a woman and a patient... The woman panickedly, but the door bolt remained motionless, in vain.

When you get close to the door, you can hear the noise outside, and the footsteps behind you are getting closer and closer.

"Mom." Song Ying said, "What are you going to do?"

Ji Chong followed her, and with her appearance, a group of guards seemed to appear in the empty yard, quietly and quickly surrounding the door.

"I want to go out and take a look." Mrs. Song murmured, looking back at the people approaching, there was only one door left, and she could go out and take a look. I don't know where the strength came from, and actually hugged the door bolt and moved it down...

The doorman guarding the door, who dared not approach or came, screamed.

Mrs. Song had no strength at all. She just shook the door bolt and her thin body was taken down...

"Hold it." Song Ying shouted with a high voice, and the man rushed over.

Her speed could not keep up with the support, and Mrs. Song did not fall down. People on both sides rushed to support her steadily, and the door bolt was also held and was not taken away because Mrs. Song was still holding the door bolt tightly, refusing to let go, refusing to let go.

She refused to let go, and the servants did not snatch it away, but just held the weight for her.

Song Ying knelt halfway up and held Mrs. Song, and hurriedly checked: "Mom, are you okay?"

Mrs. Song lowered her head and shook it, murmured: "I'm fine, I'm fine." Her hands were still holding the door bolt.

Song Ying said, "Call the doctor." He helped her get up.

Mrs. Song just shook her head and grabbed the door bolt and kept moving.

Ji Chong stepped forward: "I'll carry my wife back."

Song Ying stopped him, knelt on the ground and hugged Mrs. Song's shoulder, and said softly: "Mom, what do you want to do?"

Mrs. Song shook her head and said nothing.

"Mom, I will definitely do what I can do. If I can't do it, I have to find a way to do it." Song Ying looked at her, his voice soft but serious, "Mom, you have to tell me."

Mrs. Song murmured in her voice: "I want, I want to go out and have a look."

Song Ying smiled, stroked her shoulder, and said, "Then go out and have a look."

Go out? People around you looked at Song Ying, and Mrs. Song looked up at her.

Song Ying said: "Of course I can't go out like this..."

Mrs. Song's eyes darkened, and Song Ying looked up at Ji Chong and said, "Prepare the car..." Another pause. "The car is not good, so you can't look outside. Come up with your shoulder car and ask a doctor to follow you."

Ji Chong turned around without hesitation and asked and stopped him.

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The gate of the Song family opened, and teams of guards rushed out with a carriage. The servants surrounded him, and Song Ying followed him with his carriage.

A group of people stood in front of the door, and the passers-by who were passing by were startled, and the guards were about to expel them.

"Song Yuan is out!"

"Song Yuan is going out!"

The scattered passers-by were already scattered... There were countless people waiting to kill him when Song Yuan went out. It was too dangerous, so stay away.

The group stood in front of the door, and there was no one in front of the door, and the noise of gongs and drums came from the street in the distance.

Song Ying looked in the noisy direction, her veil covered her face and couldn't see her expression, but she had a smile in her voice: "Let's go to the street and watch the top scholar parade."

The Song family's mansion was close to the Imperial Street. It was the best place to see the top scholar parade, but at this time the new Jinshi had already walked over, leaving only the surrounding crowds and officials who had dispersed the court. Song Ying and his group came. The scene was so scared that these people were soon recognized as people from the Song Yuan family, which was even more surprised.

"Who is that?"

"Female family, it's Miss Song..."

"There is another one on the carriage...is it... Mrs. Song?"

"Have Mrs. Song recovered?"

"I've never seen Mrs. Song..."

Although he was afraid of the Song and Yuan dynasties to attract assassination, his curiosity still made many people come here, looking around and peeping. However, the women on the sedan chair were almost blocked, and the guards could not see clearly, so they could only see that they were thin and small, which was nothing strange for those who were sick all year round.

There was another noise on the street here.

The noise did not affect Song Ying. She held her shoulder carriage and whispered to Mrs. Song, pointing to the front: "...I passed more than 300 people this time...I went in order..."

More than 300 people, what she saw was the end. Mrs. Song looked forward hard, over the dense heads and the colorful flag guards, and the soldiers surrounded her front and back, and left and right. She could see the backs of those people wearing red robes riding horses. As the horses walked, some were tall and thin, either straight and squint, or shaking their heads and looking left and right, chatting and joking with the crowds on the street, walking in a different speed, and the team was long and curved, winding on the street.

Can't see clearly, can't see...

Mrs. Song tried her best to stand up and looked forward with the handrail. Song Ying held her arm and dragged it up hard.

There was a noise behind me, and the guards were able to get out of here. The only thing that could make the guards go out of here...

Song Ying did not look back, Ji Chong said beside him: "The master is here."

The voice of Song and Yuan dynasties also came.

"What are you doing?" he shouted, his voice angrily and frightened, and the people rushed over.

Song Ying called out to Dad, turned his head and smiled, "Mom is in good spirits today, so I want to take her to see the Jinke Xuanlist."

Song Yuan said: "It's crazy, how can you go out casually?" He grabbed Jianyu and said, "Go back, go back."

The four sedan chairmen were not as strong as him. They were caught and shook. Mrs. Song fell back on her shoulder carriage, and her cloak was scattered with white hair.

"I want to see..." she said in dismay.

Song Ying grabbed Song Yuan's arm, shouted at Mother, and then called Dad, saying, "It's okay, the guards are guarding you, and suddenly there will be no problem when you come out. Let's take a look behind you."

Song Yuan stomped his feet and called Yingying, saying, "Your mother is ignorant, are you ignorant? Don't you know what happened now?" Without waiting for Song Ying to answer, he grabbed Mrs. Song's shoulder and shook her and looked up at herself, "Look, what are you going to see?" He gritted his teeth and said, "You want to, look at her, do you want to die?"

Mrs. Song, who was struggling with death, stopped in an instant and looked at Song Yuan.

Under the sunlight, the two looked at each other, and their faces were extremely clear.

"You are so old?" Mrs. Song murmured.

Song Yuan's angry face seemed to be slapped, flushed and twitched. The hand holding Mrs. Song's shoulder trembled and could not control himself, so that Mrs. Song's thin body trembled.

"Go back." He said, his voice squeezing out in a dull and dull manner.

Song Ying raised his hand and wanted to say something, but finally put down his hand and said nothing.

Song Yuan let go of his hand, and Madam Song did not struggle anymore and slowly fell back, sinking into her cloak, covering her head and face. Song Yuan held the shoulder carriage with his hand and whispered: "Go back."

The sedan chairmen turned around, and the maids who had retreated had previously rushed to the surrounding area. They turned around and returned along the way under the crowd of guards. When Song and Yuan appeared, the crowd who had previously watched and spyed dispersed, but many people retreated to the distance to spy.

Unfortunately, no assassin appeared. The Song and Yuan family entered the gate surrounded by layers of guards. The gate was closed and the quietness in front of the gate returned to its original state. It seemed that no one had ever appeared.

However, it exists when it appears. The crowds of onlookers dispersed, and the news spread out across the capital.

The wife of Song and Yuan dynasties was able to go out, but the wife of Song and Yuan dynasties was able to go out.
To be continued...