"You're back, why have you been gone so long?"
Pei Musheng saw her coming back with the little girl who had changed her appearance, and waved to her, "This umbrella... doesn't look like an ordinary object."
Song Jinyin nodded and carefully put the things to one side.
If she hadn't seen this umbrella, she wouldn't have been completely sure, but Xuan Yi, who was holding an extremely ordinary umbrella, handed her this red-topped green umbrella.
As soon as she touched the umbrella handle, she felt something was wrong.
But Xuan Yi didn't mention it further, so she could only pretend not to know.
"Just now, my servant met Brother Xuan. This is the umbrella he gave to my servant. I think it should be...the prince's belongings."
"No wonder Kong Qing said he saw Xuan Yi's figure just now, but I didn't take it seriously yet. Could it be that my eldest brother is also around here?"
"This slave doesn't know."
Song Jinyin lowered her eyes.
She had just gone around the street in order to find an affordable ready-made clothing store. Kong Qing also saw Xuan Yi. From the restaurant to the ready-made clothing store, he had been following her. As a result, she became more and more interested. Let her confirm her suspicion just now.
"I think eldest brother Xuan is here to run an errand. I heard recently that the prince is a little busy."
"That's true."
Pei Musheng did not mention this matter again.
She had actually heard about what happened in Zhuyayuan, but she was not the type to inquire into the details, and she did not feel that her relationship with Song Jinyin was entirely because of her elder brother.
Therefore, Song Jinyin was treated coldly, and she had no intention of breaking off contact with her.
But looking at it now, the cold treatment from others may be too much to count.
After a few people were delayed by the drizzle and sent the little girl to the girls' school, it was already Shenshi.
There were occasional students in the girls' school, but it was still deserted. If the teacher hadn't been famous, I would have been unable to open this school long ago.
"Don't look at the fact that there are not many people in the school. The few masters here are all gentlemen who advocate women's education. They are very famous. The gentleman our Pei family invited to join the family in the early years is the master here."
Song Jinyin's heart moved slightly as she thought of Mr. Pei Mansion, whom she had the honor to meet, "But Mr. Xun who once entered the Mansion?"
"Yes, and Lady Ziyun. I remember that Pei Wenshu wanted to step on you and show her face in front of her, but in the end, she was outshone by your piano skills. At that time, Lady Ziyun was a pity that she couldn't let you come to the study hall with her. "
"My slave was young and ignorant at that time."
Recalling her refusal to admit defeat, Song Jinyin seemed to be watching a joke, with a little bitterness in her eyes.
At that time, Pei Wenshu's provocation, she, who had become a slave, did not know how to avoid it, and stroked the piano under her irritation.
Later, she suffered a lot because of this, and realized that just standing there, the two of them were as different as clouds and mud, and there was no comparison.
"Forget it, let's not mention her. It's bad luck."
Pei Musheng waved his hand and led a few people inside.
When everything was settled, the little girl kowtowed seriously to several people before leaving.
There was no clue, only a solid muffled sound that revealed the gratitude in her heart.
Song Jinyin originally wanted to wake her up, but after deep thought, she turned slightly to avoid her salute.
The little girl doesn't need to remember her kindness of ten taels of silver. She only needs to remember that she can enter this girls' school now because of the third girl of the Pei family.
After a few people left, the master took the little girl to the inner courtyard.
"From now on, you can stay here with peace of mind. I will hand you over to the lady inside. Just listen to her arrangements. By the way, the little girl has to tell her name to be included in the register. Don't forget it."
"Master, I was sold by my parents and I no longer have a name..."
The little girl raised her hand and wiped her eyes, unwilling to mention her former name again, her face full of stubbornness.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of the noble sister named Song Jinyin. Even though there were protruding scars on her hands, her palms were soft and warm when she led her to find a clothing store.
There were also pieces of silver and copper coins that she collected bit by bit from her purse, as if to buy her clothes, she did everything she could.
The little girl sniffed and held back tears.
She will remember all three noble people.
She has been disliked by her parents since she was born, and she never thought that one day she would be taken so seriously.
After thinking about it, the little girl touched her sleeve very carefully and looked at the person in front of her with her big eyes, "Master, my name is Nian Yin."
...
After returning home, Song Jinyin carefully took out a fifty-tael silver note and hurriedly went to the third girl's yard in the darkness.
Some of these banknotes were given as rewards by Pei Musheng, but she didn't feel embarrassed, and she didn't think about whether fifty taels would cause a joke in front of your noble lord.
She just did what she felt she should do.
But this time Pei Musheng surprisingly did not refuse.
"These fifty taels, ten taels are the money to buy the little girl, and the remaining forty taels I will send to the female school in your name, half of which will be kept by the girl, and the other half will be regarded as the money she gave to the female school. This much is enough.”
"Thank you, Miss Three."
Song Jinyin stood up and took a few steps back, then bowed to her politely.
Pei Musheng looked at her gentle eyes under the night and stopped trying to stop her.
Maybe after such an experience, Song Jinyin rarely tossed and turned in the cold windy winter night after dark.
She even dreamed of a bright candlelight in her room when she was a child.
On one side, my father was looking through the official documents presented by the master's register, and on the other side, my mother was looking at the travel notes. She was holding the pen and practicing the newly learned calligraphy time and time again.
But before I took a few glances at this peaceful scene, the silent night was broken by an urgent knock on the door.
Song Jinyin woke up suddenly, and her heart sank when she heard Biyu's slightly anxious voice.
He didn't even have time to put on his coat, so he simply put it on.
The wooden door opened, and a sudden chill hit.
"My good girl, why are you not dressed properly?"
Biyu hurriedly entered the room and closed the door, reaching out to tie her coat.
"The Young Master of the Lin family fell into the water while on patrol today. Fortunately, the prince saved him. However, it was already cold today, and the prince had been busy for several days without sleeping. He fell ill this time and is now feverish and unconscious. Awake."
Song Jinyin's head was still a little confused, so she let Biyu put on her clothes and briefly tidied up her disheveled black hair.
But she still didn't react.
"Your Majesty is sick?"
"Yes, it's winter now, and the water in the river is cold and deep. Butler Wang said that the prince had been ill a few days ago, and he just held on without rest. Now, after all, he couldn't resist it. Everyone said that the illness came like a mountain. Unfortunately, the prince can't even drink the medicine, and the other party is very anxious right now, thinking of letting you go over and have a look."
"I... but perhaps the Crown Prince doesn't want to see me."
Song Jinyin's voice was trembling, but she didn't notice it herself. She only knew that her fingertips were so cold that she lost all feeling.
He remembered the time when he was injured while saving others. He also had a fever and struggled for a long time, but today he entered the cold river water. If he is weaker, he might not be able to wake up immediately.
Song Jinyin suddenly felt scared.
She had been by Pei Yanzhou's side for so many years. Except for the first year when he was ill for a period of time due to the affair of the Duke's wife, she rarely saw him weak, let alone comatose.
Now in just a few months, he has fallen ill twice.
She knew that he had suffered many injuries, but she had never experienced them personally. Only these two times did she feel the danger around him.
"You'll know if you want to see me or not. Apart from you, I can't think of anyone else right now."
Song Jinyin opened her lips, and after a long time, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Then let's go there quickly. What does the doctor say?"
"Tie up your clothes first. It's cold outside. The doctor said it's best to get rid of the fever tonight. Otherwise, I don't know what it will be like if it goes on like this. It might even cause old illnesses. Now, when others are close to me, they are very defensive. , I can’t drink the medicine at all, there’s really nothing I can do.”
Before leaving the house, Biyu went back and found a cloak for her to put on her body, and then pulled her out of the house.
It was windy outside, and it felt as cold as a knife blowing onto my face.
Song Jinyin didn't dare to think how much effort it would take for him to jump into the river to save people despite his exhaustion on such a cold day.
The pace speeded up unconsciously, with an urgency that even she herself didn't notice.
...
Pei Yanzhou's room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and the doctor stood on one side with an anxious look on his face.
Butler Wang saw her coming, and although he still frowned, he still breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hurry up and give the wet handkerchief to Jin Yin, and fry the medicine again!"
Cang Lin stood up and stepped aside to let Song Jinyin get closer.
The person on the bed had his thin lips tightly closed, Junxiu's brows and eyes were furrowed, and his face was slightly flushed due to the fever, showing a somewhat uncomfortable look.
Song Jinyin took the handkerchief and stopped beside the bed, carefully touching his forehead.
The heat that came from her made her fingertips tighten, and her almond-shaped eyes flashed with water.
"My servant, put a bandage on the prince."
Not long after the words fell, the person on the bed gradually relaxed his eyebrows. Although he frowned slightly occasionally, he seemed to be trying hard to overcome his resistance.
The people at the back were so excited that they wanted to cry, and called the doctor to retreat to the outside room.
Song Jinyin stayed on one side.
Next to him was a bottle of water, and in his hand was a newly handed handkerchief, saying that he wanted to wipe the body of the person on the bed.
The person in a coma lacks the usual alienation and coldness, and is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.
But Song Jinyin was a little at a loss.
Where should she start with such things as wiping herself?
