Some soothing incense was burning in Fulu Courtyard. When Song Jinyin walked to the corridor outside the house, she saw the maid who had brought new incense sticks.
The door curtain was raised, Song Jinyin did not dare to stay too long, and stepped in softly.
"Actually, why are you doing this?"
The old lady's voice came from inside, with a sigh, and the voice that answered her was unhurried, gentle and calm, so familiar that Song Jinyin stiffened.
It's Liu.
"Mother, what is this?"
"You know I'm talking about that girl Jin Yin, so don't pretend to be stupid."
Mrs. Liu did not feel the slightest embarrassment of being exposed. Instead, she chuckled and said, "After all, she has done something shameful. Mother loves me and allows me to call her mother in private like the other two ladies. To be valued like this, I If I go to recognize that girl again, won’t it embarrass my mother and the Duke?”
Song Jinyin's heart suffocated.
All the ridicule and secret accusations made by others over the years were no match for Liu's slight contempt.
"You have good intentions, but in the final analysis, this matter cannot be entirely blamed on Jin Yin. I can't even interfere with Yan Zhou's temperament. You have been so indifferent to her all these years. I don't want to let her I suffered a lot.”
"That's her life. Now I only care about my mother and the Duke. I really can't worry about anyone else."
Mrs. Liu replied softly, as if she didn't take it to heart at all.
"Mother, try this fruit. The fruit this autumn is much sweeter than in previous years."
"Did Yan Zhouyuan send it over?"
"Don't worry, mother, the second and third bedrooms are divided, especially in the prince's courtyard. I specially chose the larger one."
Lingqiao hung her head aside. After hearing these words, she finally looked at the girl not far in front of her with unbearable eyes.
Under the thin back, it was as if stubbornness and fragility were devouring each other. After a long time, the back straightened and finally got over it, allowing stubbornness to gain the upper hand.
There was laughter and laughter in the room again.
When she started to take steps again, Song Jinyin finally suppressed her sourness and raised her eyes to look forward, her eyes returning to that indifferent look.
What's there?
If she doesn't want to admit it, then just don't admit it.
Maybe her mother is still in Anyang County and has never been to the Duke's Mansion from beginning to end.
"Old madam, Madam Liu Zang."
Song Jinyin knelt down to say hello, and her formal demeanor made the nun waiting next to her couldn't help but take a second look.
"Jin Yin is here, don't be restrained."
The old lady raised her hand to signal her to get up: "You can take the fruits on this plate back to taste later. Yan Zhou is not here, so relax."
"Thank you, madam, for remembering me."
"Of course I remember you. Seeing how polite you are now reminds me of the time when you first entered the Duke's mansion. You were so small, but when you smiled, no other girl in the mansion could compare... ..."
Song Jinyin lowered her head and listened quietly.
No matter how touching the words of the old lady above are, it is not something that a slave like her can interrupt at will.
"If it weren't for that bastard's negligence back then, you wouldn't have..."
Perhaps thinking of the deceased Duke's wife, the old lady gently wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and then changed the subject.
"That's all, there's no need to mention the past. I know it's not easy for you in Yanzhou Courtyard. I asked you to come this time because I wanted to ask you privately. If I could find a way to send two people over to help you, would you be willing?"
Song Jinyin was dazed for a moment. After she regained consciousness, she covered her lips and laughed at herself.
It turned out that the old lady didn't want to be this evil person, but she also knew that if she was involved in this matter, Pei Yanzhou would only vent his anger on her, so he made this trip.
And this sounds nice, but who has her right to say no?
"My slave, my first priority is the old lady and the prince."
"I know you are a well-behaved person. Just don't worry. Even though I, an old woman, cannot be the master of Yan Zhou's big affairs, it won't necessarily be difficult to give you a way out in the future."
Just as he was talking, there was some movement outside. His tone was supposed to be charming, but after he stepped into the house, he consciously restrained himself a lot, put away his arrogance, and came to the front to say hello.
They are the girls in the mansion, Pei Fanglin from the first bedroom and Pei Wenshu from the second bedroom.
The two of them met Song Jinyin. One showed resistance and disgust on his face, and the other raised his chin slightly. They couldn't look down on this maid who had once been a cousin.
"grandmother."
"It's rare for you two to come together."
"I came to look for Mrs. Liu Zang to accompany me back to embroidery, and I met my eldest sister outside."
Pei Fanglin had just turned hair this year and was one year younger than Pei Wenshu. He was the second eldest among the girls in the Pei family and was born to the Duke's concubine.
When Song Jinyin heard this, her half-hanging head dropped a little lower.
The aunt of the second girl, Pei Fanglin, was in poor health. After Ms. Liu gradually established herself in the backyard, she became very attracted to the second girl, whether intentionally or out of kindness.
After going back and forth, the second girl Pei Fanglin became more and more intimate with Ms. Liu, and looked more like a mother and daughter. Not only did they see each other every day, they would also lie beside her coquettishly and secretly call out to fuck her a few times. mother.
Song Jinyin had seen the two of them getting along.
One day, the second girl sprained her foot in the courtyard. Just as she was being held down by the eldest girl Pei Wenshu to vent her anger, Mrs. Liu came over and hurriedly picked up the second girl. She did not even look at her and allowed her to be whipped on the back. marks, blood stains oozing from the thin skirt.
"You are not afraid that your aunt will taste it."
"My aunt won't. Mrs. Liu Zang treats me very well. My aunt is very grateful to Mrs. Liu Zang. She wishes I could stay with Mrs. Liu all day long."
After Pei Fanglin said this, he casually glanced at Song Jinyin who was hanging his head and said nothing.
She hates Song Jinyin.
I don't like that she is Mrs. Liu Zang's biological daughter, and I also hate that she has had close contact with that old friend.
I don't know whether he was worried that Mr. Liu would be distracted by this cheap daughter, but Pei Fanlin actually lost his rules in front of the old lady for the first time.
She stepped forward and took Mrs. Liu's arm, shook it gently, and said coquettishly: "Mrs. Side promised to accompany me today, so you can't break your promise."
"Look at how domineering you are."
Mrs. Liu smiled extremely softly, turned sideways and gently stroked the subtle wrinkles on her shoulders, and then shook her hand, "I ran around wildly for who knows where. I'll have to tie my cloak when I go out." So cold."
"Which lady will go back with me later?"
"There's really nothing I can do against you. What are your rules in front of the old lady?"
Hearing these doting words, Song Jinyin had no intention of staying any longer.
She blessed herself and left the lively room.
And from beginning to end, the gorgeous woman above did not even raise her eyes to look at her.
Walking back to the yard against the wind, Song Jinyin took advantage of the cool breeze to wake her up.
The old lady is kind-hearted and generous, but this does not prevent this kind-faced old man from being calculating in everything.
The phrase "It's not necessarily difficult to find a way out for you" seemed to be thinking about her, but in fact it was also beating around the bush.
Let her always remember that she, Song Jinyin, is a slave and has no choice.
But Song Jinyin is a flower growing on the stone wall. Since she can smell the breath of life, she will never let go of any possible chance of life.
