Song Shian deposes Madam Shen from the position of wife and temporarily transports her to the firewood room.
As far as Song Shi'an is concerned, Song Zhao is not dead after all. He can't kill Madam Shen.
Such punishment is already severe.
Since Madam Shen was imprisoned, Song Yue came to Song Zhao's room every other day and cried.
"If I knew my mother would do this, I would stop her anyway."
"Fortunately, my sister has nothing to do with me, otherwise I will become a sinner all my life. Why are you still alive? I should have killed myself by crashing into the wall!"
"My sister and I grew up together when we were young. My sister protects me and follows me. I don't want to get into trouble with my sister because of this."
The loyal words are full of words and feelings, but Song Zhao heard her inner voice full of abuse against herself.
One day, Song Zhao felt cold occasionally, and Song Yue was eager to visit. Knowing that Song Zhao hasn't had dinner yet, he shouts that he will cook some delicious food for Song Zhao himself.
Later, Song Yue came in with a bowl of hot blood swallow and white fungus soup, and smiled: "Sister, taste it quickly. Blood swallow doesn't often exist. Years ago, the emperor gave it to our sisters, and I didn't want to use it. Today, I took out more than half of it to make porridge for my sister. Blood swallow can nourish qi and blood, and white fungus is also a good thing to moisten the lungs, which is good for my sister's cold."
Song Zhao looked up at her and smiled, "You have a heart."
She read Song Yue's mind.
This soup of red bird's nest and white fungus is full of red flower achyranthes powder. If a bowl is poured into the abdomen, the woman will lose the hope of fertility.
Song Yue wants to damage Song Zhao's palace body, so he can't enter the palace for talent selection.
Her wishful thinking was so subtle that it was not fatal to hurt Song Zhaogen, even if Song Shi'an knew it, he would not be severely punished.
As the draft season approached, Song Zhao became a waster, and she took her own place and soared.
The wind blew into the hall, stirring Song Zhao's broken hair in front of his forehead.
Song Yue nodded and got up on his own initiative. "It's getting windy. I'll go and close the window for my sister."
As she turned around, Song Zhao took out a bag of powder from her sleeve and quietly added it to the soup.
She stirred the soup with a spoon. When Song Yue came back, she asked, "How am I treating you?"
Song Yue was stunned. "Why did my sister suddenly ask? You treat me very well."
"Do you remember that when you were five years old, you fell into the lotus pool and disappeared after two small splashes of water resistance. I jumped into the lake to rescue you, but then I had a high fever for six days and almost fell into tuberculosis?"
Song Yue nodded and pretended to be moved
She was too lazy to listen to Song Zhaonian. She just wanted her to quickly drink the soup that had been drugged. "Sister, the porridge is going to be cold. Drink it while it's hot."
Song Zhao picked up his bowl and went to the tip of his nose and sniffed. "It took a lot of work to mix the smell of soup with spices even though he had dropped such heavy ox knee and safflower."
Song Yue's eyes dodged and hesitated, "Sister... what are you talking about? I can't understand."
"You and your mother didn't think of a good way out before they did evil things?" Song Zhaoxiang smiled. "When people found out that something was broken, they just pretended to be stupid. They thought they could muddle through?"
The plot was broken by Song Zhao. Song Yue was so flustered that she got up and was about to flee.
Song Zhao reached out and pulled her hair, dragging her to the ground.
She put her foot on Song Yue's chest and said in a deep voice, "I haven't finished talking. Where do you want to go?"