The dull sound of the cane was heard again and again.
Song Jinyin bit her lip, trying to suppress the painful moan.
She was still frowning at first, but later on, she seemed to have lost all the strength to frown.
When Butler Wang rushed over, Song Jinyin had lost her mind.
The black eyes seemed to be covered with a white mist, and blood overflowed from the lips. Together with the bitten lips, they formed a terrifying piece under the pale face.
Butler Wang had never seen such a weak Song Jinyin. The last time his master carried her back from the hospital, Song Jinyin was also wrapped in a cloak, and no one could see her face.
"Jin, Miss Jinyin?"
His throat moved, and Butler Wang felt an inexplicable panic.
"Miss Jinyin, hold on, I'll send someone to find the prince right now..."
There was a buzzing in Song Jinyin's ears, and it took her a long time to respond.
She struggled to open her eyes, and after seeing the person in front of her clearly, her lips moved slowly.
"No, don't tell the prince, slave. I'm not in the way..."
Really lacking the energy to finish the rest of her words, Song Jinyin simply closed her eyes again.
She is not close to dying yet and does not need Pei Yanzhou to come back at this time.
Besides, that person wouldn't come back for her.
She didn't want to waste the opportunity, she just wanted to risk her death.
Song Jinyin felt a sweetness welling up in her throat, and she felt as if she was being lifted up until she entered a dark, damp and cold room.
The severe pain when she fell to the ground forced her to open her eyes. Before she could take a breath, she heard the woman outside complaining: "It's really unlucky to be sent to such a ghost place for three days!"
"Please keep your voice down. The person inside was so seriously injured that even Butler Wang from Zhuya Courtyard came here specially. The prince couldn't stop him and came back to take the person away!"
"The prince will refute the old lady's face because of this little bitch?"
The woman sneered lightly: "Besides, I heard that the prince took a few days off and wanted to accompany the Xu family girl to visit Zhuangzi. You think these three days, someone will really come to stand up for her!"
Song Jinyin quickly adapted to the pain, and after hearing what the two said, she even pulled her lips and smiled.
That's so.
From thirty boards to ten boards, I felt that even if she was not beaten to death, she would fall ill and die in this room before Pei Yanzhou returned home.
It's just that she didn't expect that she would hear Pei Yanzhou asking for leave to accompany others in her lifetime.
The usual sourness in her heart was gone, and Song Jinyin was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
She could probably last a day or two.
But if Pei Yanzhou really went to Zhuangzi, he might only see her body when he returned home.
He doesn't know if he will be grateful that the old lady helped him, or he will be annoyed that others decided to keep his belongings.
Song Jinyin came back to her senses and looked around with her remaining clear energy.
The only wooden window was nailed shut, and sporadic sunlight filtered through the crack, vaguely illuminating the dilapidated surroundings.
There was a rotten smell at the tip of her nose, and the soil debris on the ground stained her dress with a layer of dirt. Together with the blood stains that she didn't know when it was stained, she was extremely embarrassed.
As she listened to the conversation between the two women outside, she suddenly felt that being locked up in a human room before her death was not a difficult thing.
The door creaked open again.
One of the women came in holding a long wooden board in her hand.
"Still lying down? I'm not asking you to kneel down for three days to enjoy the blessings! If you want to suffer less, just be more honest!"
Song Jinyin looked at the woman's impatient face.
It is better to offend a gentleman than a villain.
But even if she wanted to kneel down, she couldn't get up at this moment.
Another woman outside took a look inside, hurriedly came in, pulled the person out, closed the door tightly, and locked it from the outside.
The room became dark again.
"Are you confused? Have you forgotten what Butler Wang just told you? Although we listen to the old lady, don't offend the people in the Prince's courtyard if you can! Besides, she looks like that, and it makes no difference whether she kneels or not. "
"I forgot about it right now, don't tell me, even good people in this place can't withstand the wind for a day!"
Outside the house, two women could be heard expressing their disgust at this place.
Seeing that they wouldn't come in again for a while, Song Jinyin simply closed her eyes again.
Thoughts floated.
After calming down, Song Jinyin thought of the woman's hand holding the wooden board just now, and suddenly realized that she felt something was wrong in the Fulu Courtyard just now.
Why does a woman who does menial work in the yard have such sharp nails?
And the nails were so sharp that they looked like they had been deliberately trimmed.
Song Jinyin moved her hand and stroked the scratch on her chin little by little.
She had dodged it very quickly at that time, and it didn't actually hurt much when she touched it now, but even so, the scratch felt uneven to the touch.
You don't need to look in the mirror to know that the woman put in a lot of effort.
Coupled with her subsequent pulling movements.
If she guessed correctly, the woman's purpose was to scratch her face.
Song Jinyin frowned and continued to distract herself from the pain with what she had just done.
Thinking about it this way, the person who identified her was not the old lady's arrangement.
The most the old lady could do was to go along with the situation and find a wrong place to manipulate her. It would be best if she could be killed. If not, just depriving the dead man of his head would be enough for her to drink from a pot.
The more Song Jinyin thought about it, the more her heart sank, and the more she thought about it, the more sober she became.
There are more and more demons and ghosts, both overt and covert. If she wants to survive in this palace, it seems that Pei Yanzhou is the only way to survive.
...
Fuluyuan at this time.
After Mrs. Jifang came out to say goodbye, she was greeted by Aunt Fang who was waiting for Mrs. Liu to leave the house together.
The woman under the sun was still a little weak, she looked like she hadn't slept well, and there was still a faint greenish tint under her eyelids.
She avoided Mrs. Qi's glare and stood next to Mrs. Liu.
"Sister Liu, I just saw Miss Jin Yin being kidnapped in the Prince's courtyard...Sister Liu, do you want to go and give me a few words first?"
"No need."
Mrs. Liu didn't pay attention, but looked at Aunt Fang's face carefully, "Can you bear it when you leave the house today?"
"I'm fine. It's just that Sister Liu has to accompany me out. I don't know if it will delay Sister Liu's business."
"Aunt Fang doesn't have much status, but she has a lot of things to worry about."
Qi raised her eyes and glanced at Aunt Fang, and the cynicism she spoke made her lower her head.
"I'm talking too much. I'm just worried that the women on the other side will be unhappy and take the opportunity to bully the girl."
"Tsk, she's not a serious girl in the house. If she dies of illness or starvation, she can be taken out and buried."
Ms. Qi snorted lightly, raised her hand to tuck her bun, turned around and parted ways with the others. But before they had walked a few steps, a hint of calculation flashed in Ms. Qi's eyes.
If Song Jinyin died in another way there, there would be many people involved.
When Pei Musheng came to look for Mrs. Zhao, she happened to see the maid next to Pei Wenshu muttering, preparing to give money to the mother-in-law who was guarding the servant's room.
She hid behind the rockery and listened for a long time. It wasn't until a few people left that she walked out from there, raised her chin and snorted softly.
"Qinglv, go back to the house and get the silver. Whatever Pei Wenshu gave you, take double, no, four."
"Girl, what are you doing?"
"She won't let Song Jinyin eat, so I have to let her eat! Use money to throw money at those two women, so that they have to feed Song Jinyin for me!"
The maid Qinglu was stunned and hesitated, "But girl, if the old lady knows about this..."
"The old lady won't know. Besides, the old lady didn't let anyone deprive Song Jinyin of food, so just go ahead."
"Yes, girl."
After those twenty boards fell, no one bothered to inquire about Song Jinyin.
Everyone knew that Song Jinyin was injured a few days ago. It would be difficult for the already thin girl to survive after being hit with twenty boards and thrown into such a place.
There is no need to contaminate bad luck.
In the yard, the old lady was letting Grandma Fu rub her shoulders, with fatigue showing on her forehead.
"There is no need to investigate those people who caused trouble. They can just silence them after nightfall."
Aunt Fu didn't stop moving her hands, but her brows furrowed.
"Yes, old lady, it's just that that person's plan dared to include you..."
"Only someone who doesn't deserve to be on the stage would go around in such a big circle. It's just that she didn't understand that person's purpose, and it's not her time to die yet."
"Yes, I understand."
