In fact, since he got up from the bed this time, Pei Yanzhou could send Song Jinyin directly back to her room.
But without any hesitation, he took the people back from the original route.
Xueyu stayed outside, watching the soup simmering over a small fire. Out of curiosity, she cautiously took a peek inside, but only saw a blurry figure from behind.
But Xueyu vaguely felt that the terrifying master behind the curtain, who was as terrifying as the King of Hell, seemed a little different.
After thinking for a long time, she couldn't figure out the reason, so she returned her mind to the small stove in front of her.
The lamented person inside walked around the newly added screen, put the person back on the bed, and sat down next to her.
"You mentioned the word fear just now, but I've never heard you say it before."
Mixed words of joy and anger escaped from his lips. Pei Yanzhou reached out and smoothed the broken hair on one side of her face, and brushed it behind her ear.
Her long hair was uncombed and spread out behind her. It was obviously pitch black, but due to the burning lights, it was tinged with a gentle glow.
"Are you really scared, or do you just don't want me to be by your side?"
"Of course I am really scared. I am afraid that I will delay the prince's affairs."
The person who replied lowered his long eyelashes, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes.
Pei Yanzhou had heard too many sarcastic comments on weekdays, and after being so unpredictable for two days, Song Jinyin felt a little unsure.
But she didn't show it, just closed her eyes gently.
Since he won't go to the study, she will go to bed early.
"I still haven't taken any medicine today."
As if a kind reminder, the voice came closer, and the hot air brushed against her neck. Song Jinyin's heart skipped a beat and she had to open her eyes again.
Their faces were very close.
At this glance, he happened to see Pei Yanzhou's deep eyes. There was no usual coldness in them, only a pool of spring color clearly reflected her face.
Song Jinyin was slightly shaken.
Without those murderous intentions and ruthlessness, none of the ten Pei Jinzhi's gentleness and jade could compare to Pei Yanzhou's cold and picturesque features.
"Why don't you sleep?"
"Slave, why don't you drink now?"
She wanted to turn her head to avoid his gaze, but he pinched her chin again.
"If it's later, it's not yet time."
The room seemed to be getting hotter, and there was an indescribable emotion between the two of them.
Pei Yanzhou still couldn't see the fluctuations he wanted to see in those eyes. Only the unhidden doubts showed up in Song Jinyin's eyes, and he captured them very quickly.
Pei Yanzhou finally took a step back, got up and went to the study.
Before leaving, he tightened the mattress for her and turned off the lamp closest to her.
Song Jinyin blinked her eyes, as if seeing others through him, and she still dared not put his gentleness in the past two days together with the word Pei Yanzhou.
"If you're tired, just settle in earlier. You don't have to wait for me to come back."
"Yes, this slave knows."
Pei Yanzhou paused for a moment, but did not speak again. He just turned around and left.
Song Jinyin's gaze fell on him from behind. In a place where he couldn't see, her eyes darkened little by little, her caution was brushed away, and there were memories in her eyes.
She had indeed waited for him in the past.
When he was having gatherings with his colleagues, or when he came home late after drinking, she was afraid that she would not be able to come over to wait on him after he fell asleep, so she lit a lamp and stayed in his outhouse.
Sometimes he would lead troops to suppress bandits or go on an expedition. When his return date was approaching, she would light a lamp in his house every day until he safely entered Zhuya Courtyard.
But in the future, she probably won’t have to do these things.
She didn't want to do it again either.
She actually heard what Dr. Shen said yesterday when she was drowsy.
What he said may be right. If Pei Yanzhou really cared, with his ability, how could he abandon her again and again? Even if he seems to be a little different this time, he has rarely done so many things before. There was pity.
And half of the reason why she is able to live well to this day is because of her tough life.
How could she dare to put her heart into that little bit of affection?
She simply returns to her position as a maid, no longer cares about the past grudges, does what she should do, and takes what she should get.
Xueyu brought a bowl of soup over. The milky white soup was alluring.
Song Jinyin did not resist, but when she looked over, she was dazzled by the candlelight behind her.
"Xueyu, when you leave later, please turn out the lights over there for me."
"Okay, it's just sister Jinyin. The prince doesn't know when he will come back. Don't you need to leave two more lights for the prince?"
"no need."
Song Jinyin took a sip of the steaming soup and glanced at the position at the door, "Zhu Sheng will hold the lamp for the Crown Prince, don't worry."
Just as he was talking, a maid stepped into the room and stopped outside the curtain.
"Butler Wang asked his slave to ask the girl that the medicine will take a while to be ready. Should the girl have the kitchen cook a bowl of golden noodles before drinking the medicine?"
Song Jinyin was about to shake her head, but she thought of the bossy cooks in the small kitchen, and suddenly responded, "I'm really a little hungry. Please tell me, girl, I don't eat much, a small bowl is enough." ."
Xueyu waited for people to leave, looked at the soup in Song Jinyin's hand that she had not yet started to drink, and then pointed at the food brought back by the prince outside.
"Sister, don't you want to eat those?"
"Eat, bring it over and eat with me."
"Then sister still..."
Xueyu murmured as she walked: "I just woke up, I don't know if I can eat so much..."
Song Jinyin's appetite is indeed not big.
Especially when she was working on weekdays, there was always no certainty about her meals. When she went to the small kitchen, no one left food for her, and she was looked down upon by the cook. As time went by, she became more and more unable to eat, sometimes for the whole day. Two steamed buns are enough to fill you up.
But today she suddenly realized that Butler Wang's opportunity to help her in this courtyard should not be wasted.
That was the prince's order, and she was the one who benefited from the order.
How could others know that there were so many private grievances and resentments? What a pair of eyes looked at was the superficial thing.
The inertia of advocating for the high and suppressing the low.
Song Jinyin did not explain to Xueyu and only asked her to choose a few favorite foods.
Xueyu's excited voice floated over.
The name of Baishilou was engraved on the exquisite food box. Song Jinyin knew that this food was expensive, but she was not very happy.
Only when he saw the small wooden box that was still safely placed inside did he frown a little.
Fortunately, Pei Yanzhou did not forbid her from accepting the hairpin given to her by the third girl this time.
...
When Pei Yanzhou came back, Song Jinyin had been sleeping for an unknown period of time. She only felt slight movement next to her, and then a source of heat approached.
It wasn't until she opened her eyes in confusion the next day that she saw someone changing clothes.
The shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, the chest is strong and strong, there are some scars on it, the longest one goes down and disappears into the waist.
It was still dark outside, and only one flickering light remained.
Song Jinyin didn't want to look at him, closed her eyes, turned her head slightly, and avoided that place.
The familiar fragrance approached, and someone gently touched my chin.
"What are you hiding from?"
He came closer, making people feel like they were whispering between husband and wife: "I'm going to the camp today. You continue to live in this house and don't have to worry about things outside the compound."
"Um......"
Before the word "servant" could be said, Butler Wang's voice came from outside, as if someone had come to the Duke's Mansion. After listening carefully, he heard the word "General Xu".
Song Jinyin suddenly woke up.
In a few days, there will be a palace banquet. When Pei Yanzhou enters the palace, when he comes out, he should be married.
The tenderness in the past two days was just a whim of his. The backyard would become lively in a short time.
"What are you thinking about?"
Pei Yanzhou was a little dissatisfied when he saw that she was distracted again.
"My servant is just a little awake. Master, please leave quickly, lest... General Xu wait for a long time."
Her smile was a bit deliberate, without much emotion.
But every time her words didn't match her words, her long, drooping eyelashes would tremble slightly unconsciously.
Outside the house, Butler Wang mentioned the Xu family again.
Pei Yanzhou looked at her, the tenderness in his eyes gradually being covered by darkness.
In fact, he knew her better than Song Jinyin thought.
But although he had some inexplicable pity for her that was different from the past, what he had to consider was always the things in the court. The soldiers in his hands were destined not to make him too stable.
He didn't care what would happen to his backyard in the future, as everything around him would be related to the court.
But no matter where she goes, the mistress of the backyard can never be her.
She always had to really come to terms with who she was.
