The women's school was completely deserted again.
The little girl Nian Yin followed several other little girls in the school where the charcoal fire was burning, and tried hard to study with the master. Her voice was tender and immature. Because she entered the school late, it was a little difficult to read.
No one knew what happened outside just now. The wife inside did her best to block all the dirt for them.
Nian Yin took the book and looked at it carefully.
After school, she had to work with the wife behind her, but she was full of energy, especially thinking about Song Jinyin and the others who made it possible for her to live a stable life.
The Master once said that if a woman is sensible and learns a craft, she can live on her own.
The road ahead was too vague for Nian Yin, but she knew that only by learning hard and meeting noble people in the future would she not have disappointment in her eyes.
The sound of reading hadn't stopped, and a girl carrying a charcoal basket passed by the corridor.
Just now, she saw the two girls who had sent the little girl here. Their faces were like lotus and their eyebrows were like willows. They were each bright and beautiful in their own way. However, they didn't pick a good day, so the gathering was interrupted by the Ye family's incident.
...
At this time, at the corner at the end of the long street, Song Jinyin, who was worried about her, bumped into the old woman selling vegetables.
Vegetable leaves were scattered all over the floor, and some dried beans rolled everywhere.
Winter vegetables are extremely expensive, and fresh ones are extremely rare. In a few days, the green leaves that can be seen will be even rarer, and even if there are, ordinary people will not buy more.
Only some wealthy merchants or officials whose kitchens pay attention to the dishes will buy them back to the mansion regardless of the price.
The remaining vegetables in the old woman's basket are not very good at the moment. They must have been sold out. There are only a few beans that seem to be densely packed and not many people want them.
Song Jinyin hurriedly helped the person steady before he started to cry, took out the money she had prepared when she came over, turned her back on the person behind her, and secretly stuffed it into the old woman's hand.
"Grandma, this little bit of silver should be enough. I'm in a hurry and can't help grandma clean it up. Don't blame grandma."
"No, no, no, just go ahead, girl. This little thing can be done by the old woman herself."
The curse words were swallowed instantly.
The old woman is happy to be able to collect money and continue to sell this dish after picking it up.
From the corner of her eye, Song Jinyin glanced at the attendant who had been following her. He did not wear a flamboyant sword on his waist, but he was dressed in mysterious clothes. At a glance, he knew that he was Pei Yanzhou's person.
The man originally wanted to come up and talk to her, but Song Jinyin didn't need to think too much to guess that it was Pei Yanzhou who asked her to go back home.
But when I return to my home, which home should I return to?
Song Jinyin's smile had no warmth at all. She only knew that it was him, Pei Yanzhou, who let her out.
In order to protect Xu Youyi's face in front of everyone, Pei Yanzhou personally nodded in agreement instead of refuting her words.
Like a piece of goods, he agreed to lend her out with a single word, and also agreed to Xu Youyi's proposal.
She didn't care about her worthless reputation. She just didn't expect that the paranoia in Pei Yanzhou would be completely eliminated because of Xu Youyi.
Song Jinyin recalled the time when she was held hostage by an assassin. Pei Yanzhou also stood beside Xu Youyi and glanced at her coldly without any protection.
Today doesn't involve life or death, so it won't be any worse than last time.
Besides, speaking of it, his letting go is actually a good thing.
If he doesn't care, she certainly won't care either.
The attendants behind him followed.
While there was still a corner to go, Song Jinyin hurriedly crossed the mess and hurriedly entered the complicated alley ahead.
From the moment she saw the person coming, she had the idea of bumping into a passer-by. Even if it wasn't the old vegetable seller, it would be someone else.
It’s just that she doesn’t know what vendors she might bump into, let alone whether the little silver she has is enough to compensate her.
But she didn't care, she just wanted to get rid of Pei Yanzhou's people.
"Miss Jinyin!"
"Hey, you can't step on my beans, you can't step on them!"
There seemed to be a voice from behind, but before he could get close, he was stopped by an old woman picking up vegetables.
People who have been struggling for food and clothing all their lives care about the vegetables scattered on the ground more than anyone else, especially at this age. The fear of others is far less important than the copper coins that can be taken home to raise grandchildren.
Taking advantage of the attendant being stopped, Song Jinyin quickened her pace.
She knew it wasn't that easy, and she also knew that it was only a matter of time before his people could catch up, but before that, she had to give it a try.
Just now, Shen Yuhe said something very quickly, asking her to look for an opportunity to find him. He concealed the shape of his mouth, presumably because he didn't want others to know.
Although she was worried, she also knew that the other person was Pei Yanzhou.
It just so happened that she didn't want to have too much involvement with that person now, and she didn't want that person to know whether he was dead or alive.
The alley was quite narrow, and Song Jinyin didn't know where she had turned. Just when she was about to stop and breathe a sigh of relief, she saw a figure flashing past the entrance of the alley, like an attendant following her.
Her heart skipped a beat, then she laughed to herself.
I never thought it would be so fast.
Could it be that she really couldn't escape from all this, not even for half a day?
A sense of despondency filled Song Jinyin's heart, causing her initial anxiety at Shen Yuhe's words to gradually dissipate and turn into exhaustion and hatred.
Since there is a beautiful woman by his side, why on earth is Pei Yanzhou still holding on to her?
...
After that question, Pei Yanzhou sent Xu Youyi back to the general's mansion.
A figure like a cold green pine stood in the front hall. When he took the tea cup, the smile on his lips faded, and his dark eyes seemed to contain broken ice.
"Want to marry Song Jinyin?"
The man's movements showed infinite elegance, but his brows were cold and arrogant, making people afraid to approach him.
"Who are you talking about in charge? Why don't you call me out and show me?"
"Is the Crown Prince here to raise an army to punish her?"
Xu Youyi raised her head and faced those cold black eyes. She shrank for a moment, but in the end she was suppressed by hatred.
"When she was with Zhou Yanan, the one who wanted her dead the most was you, the Crown Prince."
"so what?"
Pei Yanzhou moved his fingertips and touched the cup lid lightly, revealing the swaying tea noodles beneath the crispness.
"You probably haven't understood that whether she dies or not, she is a member of our hospital. Today is the last time."
"Face me for the last time?"
In the courtyard was the figure of General Xu coming over. Xu had heard some noises. The person who came had a calm expression on his face. Although he had the heroic spirit of a general, he had more of a decisive and decisive aura, with ruthlessness.
Xu Youyi didn't care and just laughed.
We are all in the game, and since we can’t go back to the past, no one can even think about living a relaxed life.
"I think the prince didn't understand that Song Jinyin never wanted to be a member of your courtyard."
Pei Yanzhou's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his hand holding the tea cup tightened.
Fine cracks appeared in the blue and white porcelain, and the hot tea slowly gathered in one place, leached out, and dripped.
But Xu Youyi still didn't stop. She played with the black whip around her waist, as if thinking of her old friend, her eyes were crazy and complicated.
"Even if she had feelings for you, the few times you abandoned her, they should have been completely consumed, so I am helping her. Instead of letting her die in your backyard, I would like to find another place for her. ."
"It would be great to let her marry someone else. She won't be left out by you, nor will she be killed. If Zhou Yanan is alive in heaven, he might come back and praise me. The three of us have always been good friends, so you can You know, don’t you?”
Pei Yanzhou's calmness was shattered for a moment.
Without his nod, how could Song Jinyin die in his backyard, but no matter how much, he had no intention of refuting.
Even if he had never really given up on Song Jinyin, there were still a lot of things that should have come before Song Jinyin.
He knew it well, just like those pastries that she no longer touched, and the clothes that she no longer cared about. As Xu Youyi said, her thoughts had been exhausted in countless days and nights.
But even so, no one wants to touch anyone he doesn't want to let go of.
When General Xu stepped into the front hall, the two of them were already lost in their own thoughts, and the anger of the visitor swept over the lost girl.
A cry of kneeling echoed in the hall.
"Zhou Yan'an is dead! Even the Zhou family has given up on it, how long will you continue to mess around!"
"My daughter is not messing around."
"Then what are you doing now, venting your anger on a maid? Don't forget, it was Zhou Yanan who neglected his friendship with your childhood sweetheart, not the maid who took a knife to force him to have sex with you!"
Pei Yanzhou didn't want to hear those past events, because he was also a part of them.
Zhou Yanan used to be a young man with a hot and honest heart, yearning for freedom, and a desire to fight against injustice.
The first injustice he encountered before leaving the world was meeting the thin Song Jinyin in his yard.
Sometimes he even felt that if Zhou Yanan was still alive, his yard might not be able to contain Song Jinyin.
At this moment, Pei Yanzhou couldn't count how many times he panicked.
When leaving, he called for Kurin, and the horse rope was looped around his hand and passed through his curled and slightly convex phalanges.
"Did you send her back to the house?"
"Your Majesty, I... lost track of you."
