An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another year has passed. In the past few days, snowflakes have begun to fall in Chang'an City. When the weather gets cold, no one wants to go out. Le Yile stays with grandma, and only takes her out to bask in the sun when the sun sets. Sang Ling left Cheng to rest in Wuyuan, and took Zong Xiang and Wei Chu to run between the Hou Mansion and Gao Mansion.

Gao Heng wrote in a letter that he had arrived in Huiyang and would be able to come to your house tomorrow.

Sang Ling stayed beside his aunt and read the words on the silk book to her. After receiving a few intermittent responses from her, he covered her with a quilt and sat down by the window again.

Maybe it was because of the change in diet that she was no longer afraid of the cold. After giving birth to Le Yile, Cheng had asked Wuyuan Kitchen to prepare pork tripe, mutton, venison and other dishes for her. Not only that, they also added red dates, longan, angelica and wolfberry, which made her nose bleed during that period.

Just as she was thinking about how to open the window so that she wouldn't face Sang Feng'e and would feel cooler, Wei Chu came in from the door in silk shoes, her feet blowing. "It's done." She said excitedly, glanced at Sang Feng'e, and knelt a little higher. "The people from the Sang Mansion have gone there, but it snowed heavily last night and the river was frozen. They haven't been fished out for a while."

"Where is A Zeng?" Sang Ling asked.

"After finishing the business, I took the young master to Tianliang. I told him before that I should spend money to find an old woman to take care of the young master first, and come back after the New Year."

"Okay." She slowly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Please pay attention to the outside and report to me if there is any movement." After thinking for a while, she said, "The witch cannot stay."

After saying that, Wei Chu left. Zong Xiang added more hot water to Sang Ling's cup. She wanted to ask her if she wanted to open the window, but she saw that the young lady's eyes were empty. She couldn't help but close her lips and knelt quietly back to her original place.

In the afternoon, the news of the wife of the Grand Marshal falling into the water spread. Even Aunt Wei brought back the news. The old lady looked panicked and went straight to the painting hall. She originally wanted to talk to the female head of the family lying on the couch. After a pause, she quickly walked towards Sang Ling.

At that time, Sang Ling had just finished lunch. There was a half-opened bamboo scroll on the desk, and he was reading leisurely.

"Madam Sang and the young master both fell into the river and drowned." Aunt Wei spoke vividly, "I heard that she didn't come back after holding the young master all night, so people from her own courtyard went to look for her in the second half of the night. They couldn't find her along the river bank, so they reported it to the Jingzhao Yin at dawn. The mayor also searched for half a day but couldn't find her. The river was frozen, so how could they find her? They were afraid that she might have fallen into the river, so they checked the Sang Mansion, and they said that..." Aunt Wei stopped talking here.

The news I got was that Madam Ma took the young master to Wai Zengtai River the night she came back from Tianliang, and then they both fell into the river. What could have happened that made them run to the river in the middle of the night in the cold winter? It was the widest and deepest river in the city. Did Madam Hou ask about when Madam Ma went to Tianliang last month... Wei Ai pursed her lips.

"What did you say?" Sang Ling looked at her with a smile on his lips.

"It is said that he went there after returning from Tianliang. I'm afraid it is related to praying for blessings." Wei Ai answered tremblingly and glanced at Madam Hou. Asking Madam Hou about such things would sound like questioning no matter how you open your mouth, which would easily offend her. It would be better to wait and feel out Cheng Ai later.

So she grinned and laughed twice, "She brought this upon herself, and must be punished by the gods."

The mother and her son disappeared at the Wai Zengtai River late at night. She was the wife of a high-ranking official. This matter spread like wildfire in the circle of Chang'an City. Sang Wu didn't know how to deal with it. He didn't come to Gao's house for a long time, and didn't talk to Sang Ling. Sang Ling ignored it. - If the body is not found, it will be an unsolved case. If it is found, it can only be concluded that she fell down accidentally.

Gao Heng arrived in Chang'an one day later than stated in the letter, and arrived at the second watch. Ashan had already led the servants to pick him up.

Sang Ling waited with his aunt in the painting hall. In the past two days, Sang Feng'e seemed to be a little better. At least she was awake longer, and could listen to the people around her and smile along.

As soon as Doctor Gao entered the mansion, he went into the back room of the painting hall without even having time to change his clothes. Sang Ling only greeted him briefly. All the necessary information was briefly explained on the bamboo slips that had been sent over. Now the most important thing was to treat my aunt.

At the same time, the doctors and technicians on standby at the mansion also arrived, and the two of them met at the side of the aunt's bed.

By the time the people over there came over, it was already midnight. Gao Heng stretched out his hand, intending to pat her, but his hand stopped in mid-air. He said in a low voice, "It's getting late, A Ling. If you have anything to say, let's talk tomorrow."

He rushed back, and Sang Ling didn't say much, just nodded in response.

It was not known whether it was related to Gao Heng's return, but Sang Ling slept particularly soundly that night. She returned to Hanning Garden at night and fell asleep as soon as she lay down. She slept until dawn. Zong Xiang was serving her by the couch, saying it was the 9th hour. She sat up suddenly, put on some simple clothes, and went to the painting hall.

Just after turning the barrier, I saw a tall figure kneeling by the tent. He was wearing only a light grey straight-hem gown, and one of his white fur coats was hanging on the wooden pillar in the corner. There was a fire in the stove in the hall, and the room was very warm. My aunt was half sitting up, leaning on the pillow while my cousin was giving her acupuncture. She saw me coming in first, and my cousin noticed it a little and looked over as well.

However, they did not talk. Sang Ling just smiled and gestured, then led Zong Xiang to the window on tiptoe. Zong Xiang pressed the mat with a jade-inlaid tortoise-shaped copper weight, and then the master and servant sat down.

Wei Ai arranged everything very well. She served breakfast in a short while. It was a bowl of steamed cakes and a few sauces. Although it was simple, it was just what Sang Ling liked. She didn't like to eat anything too heavy for breakfast. While chewing, she asked Zong Xiang quietly if he had eaten. Zong Xiang covered his mouth and laughed twice, "Nu Maochen ate with Wei Ai."

Sang Ling made a strange expression at her. Gao Heng was coming over here after finishing his diagnosis. Sang Ling heard the noise and looked over, and saw her aunt sitting in the tent also smiling at her.