Chapter 128 I can't scare you to death

All the nobles in the capital knew that the Song Prime Minister's Mansion was a newbie and had only made a fortune for twenty or thirty years. In terms of foundation, it was still worse than many families. It was precisely because of this that the Song Mansion made great efforts to change the ranks.

For more than 20 years, the Song family has been learning from various noble families, and has also given the Empress Dowager and the Emperor a bold face to teach the old nanny in the palace special rules. He has grown up slowly through constant exploration and jokes.

Today's Song Prime Minister's Mansion may not be as good as those families with years of age, but the rules are already a set of templates, which makes people unable to find any mistakes.

It depends on the moment.

The Song Mansion was hosting guests, and there were traffic bustling. Early in the morning, guards were guiding the street in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion. When the guests got off at the middle gate, a servant led the carriage into the carriage and horses and stopped, without causing congestion at all.

When entering the middle gate, the men, women and guests each had maids and servants leading them to the courtyard or hall of the banquet. Not everyone could go with the master. Some were left in the back room and listened to each other, otherwise everyone would follow him. There would be more servants than the master, and it would be easy to get in trouble.

As the number of guests became more and more guests were not panicked, nor did they scream. Instead, they acted very well. Everyone had their own affairs and their positions would not be empty.

When the people came to see him, even though they felt disdainful of the poor family from the Song family, it took so twenty or thirty years to have this scale in the mansion, which is amazing.

Mrs. Song is a first-class imperial edict, so she doesn't have to wait for any guest to greet him in person. Except for some who have higher ranks than her or older than her, she will wait at the second gate.

In the second gate, Jiang and Lu went to greet the guests together. After saying a few words, they went to Song Ci's Chunhui Hall, where there was a large flower hall, which specially arranged for guests to be entertained.

Song Ci was thankful for Madam Gong, who was around, otherwise she would have been dazzled by the way these ladies dressed in a gorgeous dress with red hairpins and jinglings on their heads.

It’s also a blessing for me to walk through it and have a bit of a good brain for seniors to remember lines. I remember several faces so I won’t be confused.

Of course, I really can't remember it. Song Ci helped her forehead with a bachelor, and she was ill and forgot about it.

No one would doubt whether Song Ci's words were mixed with water. After all, the fact that she was so sick that she could not wake up was spread throughout the aristocratic circle. It was even more common for the elderly to forget about stroke. It depends on the old lady in the house. She was so serious that she even forgot her son.

But Song Ci was so forgot that she was like a child. That was really a blessing from the Bodhisattva, and she deserved her happiness.

There was also someone who was born good things, and he smiled with a veil: "The lady has been sick this time, but she is like a different person, and she is like two people in the past."

Song Ci was so scared that she shivered.

She glanced at the lady with a big mouth and bloody mouth and said quietly: "This man always has to go to the gate of hell to understand the big troubles. It's like an old man who sees a cow head and a horse face. It's all because my family refuses to let go. So you said I can't live like I used to be. Do you believe it or not? If you believe it or not, you will change."

So, you dare to try to die?

I can't scare you to death.

The lady's face was a little pale, she pulled the corners of her mouth awkwardly, and said, "Madam, I really like to joke."

The ancients believed in gods and Buddhas, especially those who were older, and their faces were a little bad. They didn’t blame Song Ci. Everyone was an old man and wanted to live a few more years. However, the young wife was really ignorant of not opening any pot.

Mrs. Song wanted to smooth things over, so Madam Fang came and said a few words softly. She looked slightly surprised and stood up.
Chapter completed!