Song Jinyin naturally knew what the maid was going to say next.
Her expression did not change, she walked around the corner with steady steps, and saw clearly the two people who were talking enthusiastically.
"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked... I wonder who you are referring to by this upper beam?"
"Miss Jinyin!"
The two of them lowered their heads in panic, shrank for a moment, and did not dare to look up again.
After all, Song Jinyin is still the Crown Prince's person. Even if the Crown Prince is tired of it, there is still someone behind her.
No matter how cruel he is, he will never really watch her die.
After thinking about it, the two maids hurriedly wanted to kneel down to apologize, but Song Jinyin reached out to stop them.
"I am also a slave, and I don't deserve your kneeling, but..."
Song Jinyin smiled a little coldly. She looked at the little maid who was following her, and then said: "Mrs. Liu Zang doesn't want to take care of matters related to the prince's courtyard. Then after leaving the courtyard, it should be her business." Bar?"
"This slave will push the person over to Furong Garden, but the prince's..."
"I'll just go there myself. Just send the person over and ask clearly in front of Mrs. Liu Zang which beam this upper beam refers to."
Seeing the person leaving, Song Jinyin took another breath.
Today's child-avoiding decoction seemed to be more powerful than usual. Just after drinking it, it deepened the coldness and made her abdominal pain worse.
With her thin lips pursed tightly, Song Jinyin cheered up and walked forward again.
Although it was related to the marriage proposal, Miss Ye's temporary residence in the Duke's Mansion was done in the name of the old lady.
Therefore, the residence was remote and quiet according to the old lady's habits.
When Song Jinyin arrived, the noise inside had quieted down. Only in the guest room, two figures were a little close to each other.
Through the half-open window, she saw the man who was still sweating just now, sitting on a soft chair and playing with a jade pendant with extremely poor water color.
That jade pendant belongs to her.
It was the only thing her mother generously left to her when she sold her to Pei Yanzhou.
It's not precious, it's even a bit ironic.
Standing in front of him was Miss Ye, who the maid said was feeling unwell. At this moment, she stretched out her green fingers and lightly pulled Pei Yanzhou's dark sleeves.
"Brother Yan Zhou, will you stay with Wan Qiu tonight? Wan Qiu is a little scared..."
The smell of medicine floated in the house, and Song Jinyin stopped outside.
I don't know when Pei Yanzhou saw her. Without raising his head, he just said coldly: "Why don't you come in?"
Very quickly, Song Jinyin put away her overflowing emotions and stepped into the room.
The hand that fell on his sleeve was still not closed, as if to prevent others from seeing clearly, it still held the hand and shook it slightly, and then the owner of the back hand fell on Song Jinyin.
The girl from the Ye family raised her chin slightly with disdain, and the glance she glanced over was full of contempt and ridicule.
She put away the softness in her words, did not shy away from the people around her, and adopted a hostile posture.
"Song Jinyin, I thought you were just shameless, but I didn't expect that you were so stubborn that you were not beaten to death by Xu Youyi."
Song Jinyin stiffened, not expecting to hear this old friend's name.
The girl from the Ye family glanced at her pale face and said, "Brother Yan Zhou, since you asked her to serve me, can I be her master tonight? Brother Yan Zhou shouldn't be reluctant to part with such a vulgar servant, right?"
Song Jinyin lowered her head and no longer looked at the two people in front of her. She just bit her lip stubbornly, causing blood to ooze out from it again.
Pei Yanzhou looked at it for a while.
Maybe he felt bored, so he brushed away the hands that were still holding his sleeves, frowned, and raised his hand to pick up the tea cup: "I'm just a servant, so naturally I'm vulgar."
"So Brother Yanzhou, I can be her master?"
Asked again.
Ye Wanqiu seemed determined to hear an answer, and her loosened hand grasped his sleeve again.
Somewhat dazzling.
Even though Song Jinyin lowered her head, her peripheral vision also reflected some of her fingertips that were getting whiter and whiter against the dark background.
Pei Yanzhou did not avoid her pull, even though he didn't like being touched by outsiders.
Song Jinyin's eyes became more and more indifferent in the quiet wing.
She guessed what was going to happen next. Except for her chest, which was somewhat clogged and breathless, there was no wave on her face.
The night is as cold as water.
Pei Yanzhou thought for a moment, and when Song Jinyin's abdominal pain worsened, he suddenly raised his lips and said, "Well, as long as you are happy."
After Ye Wanqiu got the letter, he immediately let go of his hand and sat down on the wooden chair next to Pei Yanzhou.
"I remember that you are very good at playing the piano. I happened to be in some mood today, so you played the piano for me to listen to. But with your stature..."
Ye Wanqiu glanced at her straight back and sneered softly: "You are pretending to be noble, just kneel down and play. When I get tired, I will ask you to go back. Brother Yan Zhou, you won't refuse, right?"
Pei Yanzhou still held the jade pendant in his hand, throwing it around casually, and said in a very cold tone: "I told you, just be happy."
Song Jinyin's heart sank little by little.
Every time after having sex, she would have abdominal pain because of the Bizi Soup.
At first she would ask the doctor to take a look, but later the doctor was too lazy to come again, leaving only one sentence that was hard to retain.
How could Song Jinyin dare to hope that she would have an heir? She just didn't want to die in this high-walled house.
But when Pei Yanzhou heard this, she thought deeply about it, and in the end, she even stopped taking the medicine.
The more times I did it, the pain gradually became less bearable.
But today, her face was pale from pain, and it was quite laborious to move her lips.
After slowing down for a while, Song Jinyin bit the tip of her tongue to steady her mind, and said word by word: "Slave, I may not be able to accept Miss Ye today."
"You are just a maid, Song Jinyin. Even if it costs your life, you are not worthy of saying no to me."
As soon as these words came out, Song Jinyin knew that there was nothing she could do today.
She slowly knelt down and saluted her with her remaining clear energy: "I'm not feeling well today. I really can't serve the girl."
"good."
Ye Wanqiu agreed readily, and then turned to look at Pei Yanzhou aside: "Brother Yanzhou, in our Ye family, anyone who offends the master will be punished with a rod for thirty years. Since she is your maid, I will punish her with a rod." How about a slap instead?"
Pei Yanzhou's eyes kept falling on the thin girl in front of him.
From the moment she entered the room, her straight spine was dazzling him.
But no matter how Ye Wanqiu expressed sarcasm, she always pursed her lips tightly, unwilling to raise her head to look up, nor to show any intention of asking him for help.
Pei Yanzhou's anger gradually rose in his heart.
Recalling the first time he pulled her onto the bed in anger, she only let out a small whimper in extreme pain and refused to beg for mercy.
Have some backbone, right?
You don’t want to bow to him, do you?
But as his maid, this is the last thing she needs.
Thinking of this, Pei Yanzhou's eyes became darker and darker, and his tone became colder: "The maid should be taught a lesson for attacking the master."
After receiving his nod, Ye Wanqiu's maid walked up and raised her hand.
Under the candlelight, a pale face showed stubbornness, and the clenched lips revealed the only blood on the face.
Along with the crisp slap, the water droplets dripping from the corners of her eyes instantly spread to the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
With a "pop" sound, the slap did not sound again, but the jade pendant fell to the ground.
