Ye Wanqiu's angrily leaving the banquet made everyone at the banquet murmur in their hearts, and everyone wanted to watch a good show.
But there was still a warm look on his face. He was reciting poems and composing poems, which was very lively.
When Song Jinyin saw Biyu calling her, she was not too surprised. She handed back the tea utensils to the maid next to her, and patiently mentioned a few more words before quietly stepping away from the side.
This time she was not afraid that the old lady would find an excuse to blame her. Just now the old lady took advantage of her and let out a shallow breath. She should not be able to do such things as burning bridges.
"Your Majesty, I think you were worried about your health, so you suffered a certain loss when you knelt down."
Biyu walked to her side and brushed away the falling leaves on her head.
Song Jinyin didn't want to mention that person, so she just smiled obediently at her, "Sister, do you know what happened to the other people who were suppressed?"
Regardless of what happened to the Xu family girl, she still had some doubts about the defective preserved fruit.
Although the inventory taken a few days ago was not scrolled to the bottom, it should be close to the same. After she and the third girl left, she also asked the people in the kitchen to check it again, just in case.
"Some of them are indeed unintentional disasters, but there are also a few who nodded and admitted their negligence in eating."
After listening to Biyu's words, Song Jinyin's doubts dissipated a little, but the heaviness was still there, but she couldn't find a good way.
"You yourself have not escaped punishment, so don't worry about them. This matter is big or small. The third lady will have arrangements for you as soon as the banquet is over."
A charcoal fire had been lit in the house when Biyu left, and the warmth hit her face.
Song Jinyin nodded, and after relaxing, she picked up the half-embroidered embroidery work in the basket next to her, "My current situation is not much better. I don't want to worry about others. It's just that such a mistake has happened, so I have more to think about. Some."
"You have received the punishment and suffered the crime. This matter is like a new chapter for you... Look, your hands are blistered from the heat. I will use a wet handkerchief for you." Just apply it, and don't embroider this troublesome purse for now, you won't get much money in exchange."
"...This is not a veil worth a few cents or more, it is worth a lot of money."
When Butler Wang came to knock on the door, Song Jinyin's hand had already been coated with a thin layer of ointment. At this time, her fingertips were holding a needle and thread, hooking the bamboo leaf in the corner of her purse.
These sachets for sale are basically items given by women to men. Therefore, the embroidered patterns on them are mostly pines, cypresses, green bamboos, and cloud patterns of birds and animals.
"Butler Wang."
"Miss Jinyin is teaching Jasper embroidery?"
Putting down the things in his hands, Butler Wang was a little surprised and couldn't help but rub his eyes.
If you live a long time, you can see all kinds of strange things.
Biyu, who had always held a sword, actually started to pick up a needle.
"I don't have much patience. I just want to poke and play."
Biyu put the things away and stood next to Song Jinyin.
She really doesn't have much patience when it comes to embroidery. Unlike the girl in front of her, she can sit still for half a day with each stitch.
"Sister Biyu is just having fun with the slaves. Butler Wang is here now. Is there something wrong?"
"It's nothing important. I just asked the palace doctor to prepare some medicine for you before leaving the palace."
"My servant, I would like to thank you, Your Majesty, for remembering me. I would also trouble Butler Wang to make a trip in person."
The visitor looked at the few jade bottles that had just been placed on the table, intending to say a few good words about the prince, but was suddenly discouraged when he opened his mouth.
In front of this girl, I'm afraid there is nothing to persuade.
What's more, the injury on her knee was indeed an order given by the master himself.
Not wanting to make things worse, Butler Wang saw the green purse that Song Jinyin had just put in the basket and changed the subject.
The purse is completely manly.
His eyebrows were suddenly filled with joy, and he spoke to Song Jinyin: "As expected, it is Miss Jinyin's craftsmanship. The color and style of this purse are very suitable for the prince. If I am not wrong, this is a new one made by the girl for the prince. object?"
Thinking about it carefully, Song Jinyin hasn't made anything for her eldest son for a long time.
In the past, he would be asked to deliver clothes, boots, and some small items to the Crown Prince one after another. There were some small items that the Crown Prince had never worn before, but he did not show any resistance.
Steward Wang gradually became interested.
But seeing that Song Jinyin sent less and less things to the front, and now even the middle coat was omitted, he had some guesses in his mind.
But now this purse looks like a new thing, and it looks like a man's. Butler Wang has no idea other than giving it to the prince.
The atmosphere in the room was stagnant for a moment.
Song Jinyin's fingertips moved slightly, and her smile was a little dry.
"Butler Wang misunderstood."
As soon as the voice sounded, the person in front of him froze.
If it's not for the prince, then no matter who wears this idea outside, they can't eat it and walk around with it, right?
"This... purse can be regarded as an intimate thing. If the girl doesn't give it to the prince and gives it to others, I'm afraid there will be something wrong. What does the girl think?"
After hearing what Butler Wang said after considering it for a moment, Song Jinyin immediately understood what he meant.
But how could she embroider a purse for Pei Yanzhou again?
The stitches that she had been looking forward to every step of the way were thrown aside with disgust. The man seemed to be mocking her, telling her to stop doing those little things that were not worthy of publicity.
How could she hold her sincerity in her hands and let others trample on her.
What's more, that person already has his own wallet.
Song Jinyin could see clearly that she had no intention of fighting when there was no one else. Now that he had someone he cared about, she would have no such thoughts.
"Butler Wang really misunderstood. The slave did this just to sell it."
Song Jinyin came back to her senses and bent her eyes, "A purse is worth more than a handkerchief. Now is the New Year's Day in a few months. Nowadays, in many shops, there are many gifts from lovers. The slaves just want to save more money. I hope Butler Wang won’t take any blame.”
"Of course I won't blame you. It's just Miss Jinyin. Do you really want to sell it all?"
The matter of a slave taking over a private job could just go away by turning a blind eye. But when he heard that this thing was going to be sold to others, Butler Wang still trembled in his heart.
It seems that he really has no role as his master.
After thinking about it, Butler Wang just spoke directly to be on the safe side.
"This purse is also a commonly used item. In my opinion, if the girl has time, she might as well make one for the prince."
"Didn't the prince already have many... one that he hung around his waist every day?"
Song Jinyin's long eyelashes trembled with her lowered black eyes, unwilling to recall the purse that did not match Pei Yanzhou.
"There are many embroiderers in the mansion. These items should have been prepared a long time ago. It is not the slaves' turn to join in the fun. Besides, the prince will not take the slaves' purses. There is no need to do thankless things and offend the prince for nothing. happiness."
"How could the prince not accept the girl's purse? The girl is afraid..."
"The winter before last year, I saw the purse Zeng embroidered for the crown prince in the brazier."
Song Jinyin suddenly raised her eyes to meet Butler Wang's gaze and smiled brightly, "The smoke was a bit dark when it burned out, and the prince seemed to be angry because of it... I don't want to annoy the prince anymore, so I will punish him from time to time. These past few years have been a bit overwhelming.”
Biyu's lips next to her moved, but after hearing Song Jinyin finish these words, she turned around and said, "I see that Butler Wang has a lot of things on his hands recently. If he is too busy, he can arrange it tomorrow and the next day." The servant is on duty."
"Your injury..."
Biyu frowned and stepped forward to hold her hand, but after seeing the burnt part, she held it back on her wrist.
"The Third Prince came by chance, but he only knelt down for half an hour, and it was no longer in the way."
For half an hour, Song Jinyin spoke calmly.
But everyone knew that on such a cold day, kneeling for half an hour was no small matter, especially since she still had old injuries.
But Song Jinyin didn't care much.
You only have rest when you are on duty. It is not like being locked up in a hospital to recuperate, but a free day when you can hand your sign and leave the house.
In the past, Pei Yanzhou didn't like her leaving the house, so she restrained herself and waited for the opportunity to leave the house.
But now that Pei Yanzhou has a lot to do and has a beautiful woman to accompany him, he probably won't care as much as before.
"If Miss Jinyin can tolerate it, she will go back to the front to be on duty tomorrow. Remember to use these bottles of gold and jade ointment, as well as the burn medicine on your hands."
Butler Wang sighed and didn't know how to persuade her. He just glanced at Biyu helplessly, turned around and left the room.
Biyu pursed her lips.
Even Butler Wang didn't know what to say, so what could she do to persuade him.
Besides, Song Jinyin did nothing wrong.
The prince is not short of money now, and there will be no shortage of girls in the backyard in the future. Song Jinyin will be more awake and suffer less, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
