Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2207

This year, Song Shenzhi was extremely busy, unraveling more than a dozen unsolved cases.

Every pile of red robes involved, pulling the vine will bring out a branch full of poisonous fruits. However, he is not an official or a clerk, just a white-robed legal advisor beside Qiu Zhiyan.

All the credit went to Qiu Zhiyan. At that time, Lord Qiu was almost like a god in the hearts of the people of Tiema City.

At the same time, danger is always around.

When Qiu Zhiyan was attacked, Song Shenzhi stepped forward to block the knife without thinking, and blood flowed all over the ground.

If Zhuo Qiran had not been close by at the time, Song Shenzhi's arm would have been completely disabled.

After Shi Anxia learned about the situation, she transferred Nan Yan to the Song family to help take care of them, but she didn't expect that it would lead to a good marriage.

In the Song family, Nan Yan has a noble status.

But Nanyan was oblivious and rushed to work. She was truly a person who had her eyes set on work, and her busy figure could be seen everywhere, inside and outside the house.

Of course, Mrs. Song would not just stand by and watch, she would also help with the work. After a few interactions, she became familiar with Nan Yan.

Mrs. Song liked Nan Yan from the bottom of her heart, her eyes full of love. If it were her old family, she would have wanted to find a wife for her son.

But now, the Song family was the sinner. Mrs. Song had no choice but to bury this thought in her heart and watch the lively Nan Yan get along well with her two sons.

The two brothers, who usually keep silent, not only have their eyes light up but also become talkative as soon as they see Miss Nanyan.

It seemed as if several more people suddenly appeared in the deserted house.

Mrs. Song finally let go of her worries and learned to care for her eldest son, Song Shenzhi.

Song Shenzhi has longed for maternal love since he was a child. He is the kind of person who feels like he has the whole sun when he gets a ray of sunshine.

This time the knife wound penetrated the bone, yet he chose to leave the rotten flesh uncovered, letting the pus and blood soak through the white cloth. He bit his lip in pain until it frothed with blood, but he stole a peek at his mother's furrowed brow.

Mrs. Song looked at the wound and her tears never stopped. Her hands were shaking as she applied medicine to him.

Nan Yan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she took the medicine and asked Mrs. Song to rest.

She could do it, so she went ahead, her hand dipped in medicine hovering over the wound. "Young Master Song, please bear with it. Lord Zhuo said that the Baijiang Pill is as potent as a branding iron. If you don't ruthlessly cut through this layer of rotten flesh, the miasma that will seep into the cracks between the bones will kill you sooner or later!"

Before he finished speaking, the medicine had already been branded into the wound.

That's so clean and neat!

Song Shenzhi's spine arched like a shrimp, and a half-wolf howl escaped from between his teeth, which he then bit hard and crushed in the back of his throat.

Only the blue veins on the corners of his body were throbbing, and beads of sweat rolled down and soaked the white cloth on the pillow.

He was not pretending. He was a scholar and his tolerance for physical pain was certainly not as good as that of a military general.

Mrs. Song's eyes were swollen like peaches. She rushed to the kitchen, took out the only two remaining eggs, and cooked some sugar-water eggs with trembling hands.

One bowl was given to the eldest son, and the other bowl was forced into Nan Yan's palm.

Nan Yan quickly declined, "I won't eat it. I'll leave it for you to nourish your body."

Song Shenzhi placed the bowl on the bedside table with one hand and said, "If you don't want to eat, I won't eat either."

Nan Yan: “…”

Mrs. Song gave an order, "Eat everything. Miss Nanyan has worked really hard these days." As she spoke, she picked up the bowl on the table and raised her hand to feed the sugar-water egg to her eldest son.

Song Shenzhi stared at the steam rising from the edge of the bowl, his eyes falling on his mother's hands.

There was a gleam of forbearance in his eyes. He had been waiting for this warmth for twenty years of frost.