Pei Yanzhou went to Dongda Street and looked for a few calligraphy and painting stalls. He wanted to ask a few questions, but his heart suddenly felt blocked.
He was so distracted that he didn't notice the road ahead and was hit by someone.
"Brother, be careful."
The person turned sideways, his silver mask a bit glaring.
But at this time, Pei Yanzhou didn't care. His beautiful features were covered with solemnity, and the coldness under his handsomeness was a bit deeper, making people dare not look at him more.
"Go home."
Just as he was about to get on his horse, he heard Xuan say: "Master, you seem to have an appointment with General Xu today."
...
In the servant's room, Song Jinyin still had a fever.
During her ups and downs, she seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss, unable to reach the bottom for a long time.
Until there was a flash of silver light, the sword cut through the darkness and revealed a piece of light.
Entering the scene, you can see the clear lake and green water, and the garden is full of peach blossoms. Pei Yanzhou is standing under the tree, with a slight smile on his lips, and the breeze is bright and the moon is bright.
There are old friends staying behind, looking peaceful and peaceful.
Song Jinyin was standing in the distance. Before she could see the scene clearly, there was a creaking sound on the wooden door, and someone called her name.
Seeing that she didn't open her eyes for a long time, the person kicked her.
"This damn girl won't be able to survive the first day, right?"
"Looking at it like this, I'm afraid it's going to be quite embarrassing!"
"What bad luck!"
The old woman who came in put the things in her hands aside, pouted at the ground, and frowned tightly, "I just accepted the money that the third girl asked to deliver the meal. Don't see her just after delivering this meal." Close your eyes looking at this stinky girl!"
"Okay, it doesn't matter what day she dies. The third girl only asked us to deliver food, so we will deliver it steadily for three days. If we wait, if she really can't wake up, there is nothing we can do."
"Let me see, we can just eat it ourselves. How will the third girl know whether we have been fed or not..."
"I won't eat this dead person's meal. Look at her look like that. How many more meals can she eat?"
The other woman looked at the dying Song Jinyin on the ground, curled her lips, and left the room in disgust.
The wooden door was closed again, and Song Jinyin lay on the ground, listening clearly to what the two of them had just said.
The third girl had the meal delivered to her.
Thinking about it this way, she should have been left to fend for herself without even being able to eat.
The aroma of the food next to her, mixed with the smell of corrosive dampness and a hint of blood, reached the tip of her nose, making her stomach feel uncomfortable.
She moved her hand that was lying on the ground.
As soon as I closed my eyes like this, I breathed out. I tried to muster up my energy again, but I just lost the energy I had when I was beaten.
But she knew that she couldn't let herself sleep like this.
The plate was only an arm's length away from her, so Song Jinyin stretched out her hand with difficulty and reached the edge of the plate bit by bit.
In a daze, the dilapidated house seemed to have changed its scene, and under the flickering lights was the little girl's coquettish chuckle.
Because she was sick, she didn't want to take medicine or eat, so she just hummed and fooled around with her parents. Later, she was fooled by the candy man, and her mother fed her and drank mouthfuls of porridge.
The fingertips finally touched the plate, and the scene turned, and the vision was gray again.
Song Jinyin's mind flashed to the image of Pei Yanzhou leaving her in the courtyard last night.
Then, when she was dragged out of Fuluyuan by her mother-in-law, Mrs. Liu's eyes showed no emotion.
...
At this moment, Mrs. Liu, who was remembered by Song Jinyin, was accompanying Aunt Fang out of the temple.
It was not raining in the gloomy sky outside. Aunt Fang looked at the bustling long street with an apologetic look on her lowered eyebrows: "Sister Liu, it's hard for me to leave the house, so I still want to go shopping ahead."
"If you feel well, I'll just go with you."
The two of them were walking slowly along the street. Ms. Liu was wearing a green skirt and shirt. She looked demure and elegant. She carried the air of an official lady in her movements, but there was no hint of a side chamber.
There was some commotion at the entrance of the gambling house in the distance. Mrs. Liu looked forward, but Aunt Fang turned her head and looked away.
"Sister Liu, look, the person over there is Mrs. Chen who has been to our house?"
Mrs. Liu then turned her head and glanced sideways.
Mrs. Chen stood beside the carriage with an angry look on her face. Her previous ladylike attitude was half gone, and the makeup on her face could not hide the fatigue on her face.
The person pressed in the front of the carriage was her son Chen Zhipeng. He had a scar on his chin and seemed to be lame when walking.
"How big a gamble did Mr. Chen have to make that he let Mrs. Chen come and arrest him personally regardless of her face?"
Seeing the current desolation of the young master of the Chen family, Ms. Liu frowned as she remembered that not long ago, Mrs. Chen was still talking to her about the marriage of the eldest girl.
Seeing that Mrs. Chen could see her when she turned her head, Mrs. Liu quickened her pace.
She has seen a lot over the years and knows that some people's abjection cannot be looked at. If she sees it, she will easily be jealous and will be stared at.
"It's not a small amount when you think about it. Let's go. That's not our business."
Aunt Fang responded softly and turned her gaze back to the cloth shop in front of her. It wasn't until the two of them entered the cloth shop that Mrs. Liu took out her handkerchief and shook it, with a smile on her face.
"Aunt Fang has figured it out and wants to make new clothes for our Duke?"
Aunt Fang's hand on the material paused.
When he lowered his head, a smile broke out on his dull face, "Sister Liu, it's a joke. How could the Duke of Guo look at what I made? I'm just bored in the courtyard and want to find something to do for myself." "
"If you put some thought into it, you won't be able to win the Duke's heart."
Mrs. Liu leisurely accompanied her to look at the materials in the cloth shop, her slender white fingertips resting on the pieces of fine fabrics.
"Now that she has become a girl in the Duke's backyard, my sister should make some good plans for herself. I looked at the newly acquired girl by the Duke. Although she is not very old, compared to my sister's good looks, she is nothing. It’s missing a bit of flavor.”
"Sister Liu raises me as a concubine. None of these people in our backyard can compare to the position that Sister Liu holds in the heart of the Duke."
Aunt Fang looked at the batches of materials, and finally focused on two pieces of light-colored cloth, moon white and frost.
"I know that Sister Liu has always been generous, and she always wants to persuade the Duke to share the rain and dew, but I don't want to join in the fun. With Sister Liu in the backyard, I can always have a bite to eat."
"You have such a temper that you don't like to argue too much."
While they were joking, Mrs. Liu also glanced at the two pieces of cloth.
Let’s not talk about whether the fabric is of high quality or not, but the color is definitely not the Duke’s usual dressing habit.
Mrs. Liu calmly withdrew her gaze, gently tapped the corners of her smiling lips with her handkerchief, and inadvertently looked away.
...
When Mrs. Liu and Aunt Fang returned home, the sky was getting dark.
Song Jinyin was still lying in the dilapidated house. Except for her mother-in-law who came in halfway to see if she was dead, she grabbed her neck and stuffed her mouth with food, and no one paid any attention to her.
The wind blowing in through the gap is getting colder and colder.
Even Song Jinyin herself couldn't tell whether she, who seemed to be floating in mid-air at the moment, was still alive.
"Yin Yin..."
Someone was calling her, a familiar voice that she hadn't heard in her memory for a long time.
Song Jinyin's long eyelashes were trembling.
The elegant middle-aged man, dressed in indigo blue clothes and with a gentle smile, squatted down in front of her.
"Are we, Yinyin, giving in?"
Song Jinyin's lips moved, her eyes widened in disbelief, and hot tears slid down.
It was Daddy, it was Daddy who came to pick her up.
"We, Yin Yin, used to have the most unyielding temperament. Now there are so many things we want to do that we haven't done. Do you really want Yin Yin to sleep like this?"
Song Jinyin's whole body was dirty, and her tears kept flowing to the side of her face lying on the ground, wetting her hair that was already messy and was pressed underneath.
She just stared at the person in front of her motionless, afraid that he would disappear, so she didn't dare to speak and just cried.
Just looking at it, that figure still faded away a little bit, unwilling to accompany her anymore.
No matter how much Song Jinyin cried and begged, she could not keep her behind. Even the words of comfort before she left were scattered everywhere and completely disappeared.
In her daze, there was a lot of noise in her ears, coming from far and near, covering up her loss of control.
The lights illuminated the dilapidated house.
A pair of black gold-rimmed official boots stepped in, stepped over a field of dead branches, and stopped in front of her.
