Wei Tong strode forward and explained his purpose.
When the clerk from the Qing Commercial Department heard this, he immediately showed a troubled look. He pointed to a few carriages on the side of the road and said: "Master Xiaowei, to tell you the truth, those carriages are here to pick up the singer. Many young masters are there today. They were all going on an outing, so they came to the Qing Dynasty Commercial Office and asked us to be accompanied by a singer."
Wei Tong said: "Didn't it mean that musicians from the Qing Commercial Department cannot be loaned out?"
The clerk said in embarrassment: "Sir, that's true. But they come here to ask for people, and we don't dare to disobey them, right?"
While she was talking, Feipeng followed several singers and walked out. When she saw Song Xin, her expression suddenly changed. She immediately came over and asked, "Mr. Song, why are you here?"
"Brother Wei and I are here to pick you up for an outing," Song Xin said.
Feipeng was overjoyed immediately, but then said with a troubled expression, "We were arranged to go to Mr. He's banquet... Sinu had already followed another group of people to the home of another Liu Shangshu."
"Master He?"
Feipeng whispered: "It's Uncle He Ping, the prime minister's fake son (adopted son)."
When Song Xin was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, he met He Yan several times. This man was the grandson of General He Jin, and he was also a fake son of Cao Cao.
At this time, a servant of the He family looked at Feipeng here and shouted loudly: "Hey, get in the car quickly, don't delay the young master's poetry meeting."
Wei Tong raised his head and glanced at the man, but the servant of the He family didn't recognize Wei Tong. He scolded: "What are you looking at?"
When Wei Tong was about to speak, Song Xin patted his arm and motioned for him to speak,
"I am Mr. Chong's attendant Song Xin. I am here to pick up a friend for an outing today. Can you be accommodating and let me take this girl with me?"
Upon hearing this, the slave narrowed his eyes and said, "You? Mr. Cao Chong's attendant? Are you Mr. Zhou Wenzhi?"
"I am not Zhou Wenzhi."
When he heard that it was not Zhou Wenzhi, the slave changed his face and said, "I only know that Mr. Chong is serving Mr. Zhou Wenzhi, and he is also invited today. This girl Feipeng was named by Mr. Chong. If you take away the person you want to invite, how can I go back and explain?"
Song Xin nodded and said, "My friend, Song Xin, is also acquainted with Mr. He Yan. I will explain to him when I see him in the future."
The servant of the He family suddenly snorted coldly: "If it were another family, I could take it, but you? But not!"
Song Xin was startled, thinking that he had never offended He Yan. When they met on weekdays, they just said hello and saluted, and there was no interaction.
Song Xin's face darkened and he asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"Hmph, today is a banquet hosted by my young master, and we are specifically looking for the best singer. How dare you, a servant born from a commoner, compete with him?"
"What if I want it?" Wei Tong heard clearly from behind and walked over and said coldly.
"Which family are you a kid from? You dare to interfere in other people's business?"
Wei Tong was so angry at him that he said, "Which brat? Haha, you really dare to say it. It seems that your master doesn't train you much."
When the slave heard this, his eyes widened and he shouted: "Come here, this person is going to commit murder!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several servants of the He family gathered around him with a roar.
Feipeng was holding Song Xin's sleeve tightly from behind. She didn't want to go to any He family banquet, she just wanted to follow Song Xin. When she heard that Song Xin was imprisoned by the school office, she was very anxious. She wanted to visit but was stopped by her master Sun Ying.
The servant of He Mansion shouted, "Push them aside and take this singer away!"
The servants surrounded him fiercely. Fei Peng's face turned pale with fright, and his hands holding Song Xin's sleeves were already sweating. At this time, a warm hand was placed on her shoulder. When she looked back, it was Ajaan.
"Sister Jiang!?"
"Don't be afraid, they can't hurt you." Ajaan comforted him.
"Yes." Fei Peng nodded firmly. A Jiang's comfort and Song Xin's strong figure in front of her made her feel at ease.
Wei Tong said coldly: "I am the Yue Cavalry Colonel of the imperial court. You want to attack me?"
Hand? But you know that the following criminals will be cut in half if they attack a court official in the street. "
The servants of the He Mansion suddenly froze, looking at each other, and then at the clerk behind them, who also had a look of fear on his face.
In the He family's carriage on the roadside, the singers didn't know what was going on, so they all stretched out their heads to take a look.
Wei Tong took a step forward, and the He family's slaves took a step back. He walked up to the slave, "What do you want to do with me? I want to hear it?"
The young man was so frightened that his face turned pale, "Wei... Sir Captain..." He knelt down with a thud, "I am blind and did not recognize you. I hope you will forgive me for being disrespectful."
Wei Tongtong: "This girl is my brother's friend, so I took her away. I will explain it to He Yan."
This little official didn't dare to say no. Although his master He Yan was Prime Minister Cao's fake son and had a rich family, he didn't hold any official position.
"It's...little man...knows..."
The domestic slave had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.
The singers in the car all looked envious, feeling that Feipeng was really lucky.
Seeing that Feipeng just followed them away, the servant of the He family was unwilling to accept it and whispered: "Go outside the city quickly and tell the young master, just say... just say that Song Xin raped the singer Feipeng."
Several people got in the car and walked to the suburbs. At this time, there was greenery everywhere, which was intoxicating. The grass swayed slowly in the breeze, and wildflowers punctuated the greenery with various colors. In the pond on the roadside, the lotus leaves are like a skirt cut in one color, setting off the hibiscus blooming out of the water.
Song Xin and others found a small forest and rested under a big tree. Along the way, the four girls, Wei Shu, Fei Peng and A Jiang, have become good friends.
"Sister Jiang, Sister Wei, you see these flowers are beautiful, I will pick them for you to wear." Wei Shu is very well-behaved and cute, and also likes A Jiang and Fei Peng. She reached out and picked two small flowers and helped them put them in their hair.
Fei Peng was very touched. Neither Mrs. Wei nor this young lady cared about her origins, but treated her as an equal. Thinking of this, tears flashed in her eyes.
When Wei Yitong saw it, he smiled lightly and said, "Sister Feipeng, what's wrong? Is something not going well?"
"Ah, no, it's nothing, Madam. It's just, Fei Peng thinks."
"Thank you Shu'er, what a beautiful flower." She wiped her tears, picked one and gave it to Wei Shu to wear. Several women were chatting happily, and pleasant laughter could be heard from time to time. Song Xin and Wei Tong were unexpectedly left aside.
"Look, brother, I was right," Song Xin said with a smile.
"Well, they are about the same age and both are women, so naturally they talk more. Yitong, let's take out the food and eat it together."
"Great, Song Xin also brought some grapes to share with everyone." After saying this, he pretended to reach out from his sleeves and took out a few bunches of light green grapes. This kind of grapes can also be eaten by mortals and can strengthen the body and cure diseases. , which is also the largest number of grapes in the last harvest.
Wei Shu picked one up and put it in her mouth. Her expression froze for a moment, "This grape is so delicious."
"Then you should eat more." Song Xin said with a smile.
"Mom, can you sing a song for Shu'er? I haven't heard my mother sing for a long time." Wei Shu asked after finishing the fruit.
"What song do you want Shu'er to listen to?" Wei Yitong asked, stroking her daughter's hair.
"Just listen to the song you sang to my father before, okay?"
