Without waiting for King Cheng to speak, Song Tuanyuan put down the medicinal materials and immediately turned around and left.
Concubine Shu was so angry that she trembled all over: "How dare this woman..."
King Cheng put his hands on his knees and whispered: "Concubine, be patient a little longer. When I sit on that seat, no one in this world can speak to us like this again!"
Concubine Shu saw King Cheng's uncomfortable look and quickly stepped forward to hold his hand: "You have suffered. If my mother and concubine had been stronger back then, I wouldn't have harmed you..."
King Cheng shook his head: "If someone is given a great responsibility from heaven, he must first work hard with his mind and body. What's the pain? As long as my son and minister can ascend that position and let those who look down on our mother and son bow their heads forever, it will be worth it."
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Concubine Shu held Prince Cheng's hand tightly: "Good boy!"
King Cheng smiled and quickly asked someone to prepare the medicine.
When Song Tuanyuan passed by the backyard, he glanced at the vendor delivering food at the back door again, curled his lips slightly, and turned around to leave.
Daji still didn't wake up, and Song Tuanyuan had exhausted all options except for a craniotomy.
Song Tuanyuan is now holding on to luck in his heart, hoping that Song Daji can turn the corner like Song Fuchuan did before. However, as three days have passed, this hope has become increasingly slim.
On this day, Song Tuanyuan went to the hospital to get medicine for Song Daji. She felt that someone was following her, but when she turned around several times, no one was there.
The sky was getting dark, and Song Tuanyuan couldn't help but quicken his pace, but bumped into someone at the entrance of the alley.
The familiar smell of incense suddenly made Song Tuanyuan's heart shrink. She quickly took two steps back and looked at the person in front of her.
Standing in front of him was a Taoist priest in gray clothes. He was in his thirties or forties, but his eyes impressed Song Tuanyuan deeply.
Song Tuanyuan met this Taoist priest at Xuannv Temple.
"Donor, we meet again!" The Taoist priest in gray bowed and smiled in a low voice, "I wonder if the benefactor still remembers Pindao?"
"Remember, I met him at Xuannv Temple!" Song Tuanyuan said, "That liar Taoist priest!"
The gray-robed Taoist smiled and said: "Pindao is not a liar. In fact, Pindao has a very close relationship with the donor, but the donor doesn't remember it!"
Song Tuanyuan narrowed his eyes: "The Taoist priest can give you a reminder!"
The gray-clothed Taoist smiled and said: "This is the first time the donor has come to this world, and the poor Taoist knows this!"
Song Tuanyuan was shocked, but pretended to be confused: "I don't know what you said!"
"Fate cannot be changed!" The Taoist suddenly sighed, "If someone who shouldn't exist exists, you have to pay the price!"
Song Tuanyuan was stunned. She remembered this sentence. That old man...
"Who are you, that old Taoist?" Song Tuanyuan asked in a deep voice.
The Taoist looked at Song Tuanyuan with faint eyes: "If I say that person is also me, would you believe it?"
Song Tuanyuan frowned. When the old Taoist appeared, some naughty kids were setting off fireworks. Song Tuanyuan didn't see the old Taoist's face clearly, but these eyes did seem familiar.
"Could it be that Taoist Master will rejuvenate his youth?" Song Tuanyuan asked deliberately.
"The donor comes from an advanced civilization and should know that sometimes some things in this world cannot be explained!" The Taoist said quietly, "If people have regrets, miracles will happen by chance. Just as the donor appears here now,
The past appeared in the previous life, and perhaps the future will appear in the next life. As long as there are regrets in the heart, opportunities will circulate!"
Song Tuanyuan was stunned for a moment, cycle? Could it be that the last life, this life, and even the next life are all cycles, just because of regrets?
Song Tuanyuan wanted to ask more questions, but when he raised his eyes, the Taoist priest disappeared.
Song Tuanyuan was so angry that she couldn't help but yell into the air: "Smelly old man, you always make up your mind. If you want to say it, just make it clear. Why are you so mysterious?"
Song Tuanyuan cursed, but when there was no response from everyone around, he had to give up.
Thinking carefully about what happened last time about Song Fujian, plus Song Daji this time, Song Tuanyuan became more and more worried.
Is this really a cycle? Then whose regret is this?
Song Tuanyuan remembered the look in her eyes when Chang An died tragically under the wedding car in the last century. Her heart couldn't help but shrink tightly. Could it be Ji Changan's regret?
Song Tuanyuan's heart couldn't help but clench, and she felt indescribably sad.
In the last century, Chang'an knew clearly that Song Tuanyuan was not her, but he still showed up at the execution ground and was smashed to death under the wedding car. In this life, he finally mustered up the courage to change, so why is there another life? Is it because Ji Changan was worried about it?
Are there any regrets? Is it because she will not be with Ji Changan until the end of this life?
Song Tuanyuan felt panic-stricken and indescribable, as if she had entered a whirlpool. No matter how she turned, she was always in this whirlpool.
I don’t know how long I sat there before Song Fuxin came up to Song Tuanyuan and said, “Mom, why are you sitting here so late?”
Song Tuanyuan came to her senses and realized that she was sitting in front of the Ji family's gate. It was getting dark now, and she didn't know how long she had been sitting there.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Song Fuxin touched Song Tuanyuan's cold hands and asked distressedly, "It's so cold and it's getting so late, why are you sitting here? Is it..."
Song Fujin raised his eyes and glanced at the gate of Ji Mansion. Did she miss Mr. Ji?
Song Tuanyuan stood up, held Song Fuxin's hand, said nothing, and just walked forward.
When he got home, Song Fujian didn't dare to sleep and kept waiting.
"Mother..." Song Fujian lowered his voice and did not dare to step forward.
Song Tuanyuan waved his hand calmly: "Let's rest, we'll talk about anything tomorrow!"
Song Fujian was stunned and looked at Song Tuanyuan in disbelief.
He thought a punishment was necessary, but seeing Song Tuanyuan so calm and depressed, Song Fujian felt even more uncomfortable.
Song Fuchuan suddenly knelt in front of Song Tuanyuan: "Mother, please hit me and scold me. I didn't listen to mother. I felt that with so many people, I wanted to be a hero and ran to the mountains instead of studying.
Mother, I really know that I was wrong. From now on, I will study honestly, listen to mother, and never go to the mountains again!"
Song Tuanyuan glanced at Song Fujian.
Song Fujian lowered his head tightly and did not dare to express his anger.
"If you want to be a bandit, go ahead, but if you change your name in the future, I will treat you as dead!" Song Tuanyuan said in a low voice.
Song Fujian's eyes shrank, suddenly filled with panic.
After Song Fuchuan ran away from home in the previous life, the original owner told the outside world that his youngest son was dead, so when the whole family was executed, Song Fuchuan was not included.
If fate still cannot be changed in this life, then Song Tuanyuan also hopes that Song Fuchuan will not be among the ranks of the Song family that will be executed.
If you can protect one, count it as one!
Song Fuxin quickly advised: "Mom, I already know that I was wrong. Can you forgive him?"
Song Fugui also followed suit and begged for mercy.