Xie Jingling took the letter and saw that it was indeed Song Yueyi's handwriting. There was nothing written in the letter, just some greetings to Lord Chiang.
But it is not difficult to see that she is most likely testing this letter.
When Mr. Jiang saw her writing a letter for no reason, he would definitely feel strange, and then someone would come to inquire.
If Mr. Jiang didn't even ask, he probably didn't even see the letter.
He frowned. How could she think that Mr. Jiang would not read the letter and not write anything substantial?
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that Song Yueyi, who he had always thought was rigid and obedient to his words, might not be like that.
Under her docile and boring exterior, there is most likely hidden scheming and stubbornness that no one knows about.
The so-called obedience may be just her obedience.
Butler Xie added: "Liangwan also said that Mr. Jiang received a letter from Mr. Marquis today and knew that Mr. Six was coming to Jianghu to celebrate the old lady's birthday. The news has gone out of the way, and the old lady's birthday banquet will definitely be held by then. It shocked a lot of people.”
"Seeing that it is less than half a month before the old lady's birthday party, I feel that some matters in the house should be prepared in advance. Which invitations should be sent out, there should also be a backbone for the ceremony room to handle. I can take care of the matters in the outer courtyard. , but the arrangements for the women’s family and the banquet must be laid out in advance to avoid making any jokes later.”
When Xie Jingling heard this, he couldn't help but feel a headache as he pressed his eyebrows.
Grandma is getting old and has no energy to organize such a grand banquet. Moreover, because of today's events, she is so angry that she has become ill again.
You can't really count on the second bedroom in the big house, they are all unattainable.
The aunt of Sanfang was born in a small family and had little experience, not to mention.
Song Yueyi, the only one who could be used, now ran away without a trace for an excuse.
But with her current temperament, even if she doesn't run away, she won't try her best to handle it. If she takes the opportunity to cause some trouble for him, she will suffer the consequences.
Instead of being frightened, think of another way.
"You don't have to worry about this matter. I'll ask Miss Ruan's cousin to pick up the matter later and let the old lady give me some advice. It shouldn't be a big problem."
Butler Xie felt that this could only be done for the time being, and then added: "But the fourth master should get back the cousin of the Song family as soon as possible. At this juncture, if there are any rumors, the marriage between the Xie and Song families may not be saved. .”
Xie Jingling snorted coldly, "Not to mention in Jianghu, even in the entire Suizhou, there is no one I can't find! Manager Lu, later you send someone to search for the Song family's old house overnight, and then go to Cousin Song Uncle’s house, let’s see if they went to the capital to seek refuge with Shilang Song after I gave them a sum of money last time.”
Manager Lu quickly took the order and left.
As a result, after a night passed, there was no news from all aspects. Xie Jingling, who was already confident, couldn't help but be a little surprised.
…
Song Yueyi had a good night's sleep.
This was the deepest and most sound sleep I had had since I fell ill.
Early in the morning, Liu Feng swept all over the yard. He didn't dare to go out casually, so he went to Chaoyan's house next door and carried two more bundles of firewood before lighting a fire and boiling water in the kitchen hall.
After cleaning up and washing up, Song Yueyi asked: "Have you delivered the letter I wrote last night to Mr. Jiang's house?"
The wind had not returned even before going to bed last night. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she went to sleep first, not knowing what would happen next.
When mentioning this matter, Liu Feng looked frightened, "I guess the letter should have been sent to Mr. Jiang's desk. However, there were people checking at every intersection out of Jiang Hu, so I had to abandon my horse and take a small road. It took a lot of effort to get to Jiang's Mansion. , I was afraid of being recognized, so I deliberately used money to instruct a passerby to bribe the concierge with a large amount of money, and then the letter was sent in."
And it seemed like someone was staring at him all the way. He dodged and evaded until it was almost dawn before he came back.
Song Yueyi didn't expect the letter sent in this way. She looked at his eyes and asked, "You didn't sleep all night?"
Stay in the wind and dare not make a sound.
"So I said, Xie Jingling is not an easy person. After this time, don't go out without my permission." Song Yueyi said as she rolled up her sleeves and walked to the stove, "You go to bed, I will make breakfast. When it's done, call me you."
Liu Feng was startled and stretched out his hand to stop her, "Young lady, you can't help me. You are a rich lady, how can you do such rough work? Liu Feng can do it."
Song Yueyi raised her head and looked at him with a sincere look on her face, "Even a rich lady must be able to assess the situation. Now I only have you as my helper. If you also fall ill, how can I walk alone in the future?"
Liu Feng looked into the girl's bright but resolute eyes, and was suddenly shocked to realize that the eldest lady of the Song family, who was as dignified and elegant as if she was in the clouds, was no longer there. Instead, she was actually called "Brother Liu Feng, wait for me" from time to time. companion.
For some reason, his eyes were hot, but he didn't want her to see it, so he lowered his eyes and took a few steps away, "Okay, Liu Feng, I will listen to the girl in everything."
He was originally worried that she wouldn't be able to do these things in the kitchen, so he just fetched water and washed herself in the kitchen, which at first helped her.
Unexpectedly, Song Yueyi was so skilled at making fire, boiling water, killing chickens and removing their feathers.
It wasn't until a pot of black-bone chicken soup with mixed mushrooms was simmering on the small stove that he came back to his senses and scratched his head. He really couldn't figure out when she had learned to cook.
He finally found a place to sleep with doubts.
Song Yue knew what he was thinking, but she couldn't explain it, so she might as well let him be bored.
I thought she was in a fantasy world because Xie Jingling mentioned how she was abused as a child in the Ruan family in Jiang Lin. She was driven under the ice to catch fish in the winter, so that the cold air entered her body. Whenever the weather changed or it got cold, there would be cracks in her bones. The pain was unbearable.
There used to be an old doctor who opened a medical clinic at the intersection. Seeing that he was pitiful, he would often stew a can of black-bone chicken soup with mixed mushrooms and medicinal materials for him to drink, so that his cold symptoms could be relieved.
It's a pity that the old doctor later left Jiang Lin and disappeared. Since then, he has never drunk the soup again.
She listened to his words and asked her eldest brother and uncle to help. She tried every possible means to find the old man and learned the art of making soup from him.
She personally made stew for him to drink every day, which kept him from having cold symptoms all winter long.
She was so devoted to him, how could he bear to poison her every day?
So in this life, he no longer deserves to drink even half a sip of this good thing that can replenish energy and keep out the cold.
Just enjoy it by yourself, nothing better.
An hour later, the food was all ready, including a plate of fried spring rolls, steamed vinegar fish, fried pumpkin with golden cakes, a plate of pearl tofu, and stewed black-bone chicken with mixed mushrooms. It was placed on the table, full of aroma and very tempting. want.
She kept some for Liu Feng, and put the rest into food boxes and put them in the drawer. She found Chao Yankai's inconspicuous little wooden door covered with vines in the backyard, and knocked lightly, "Uncle Yan, are you there?" "
