As soon as night fell, Song Jinyin coaxed her grandma to go to bed, leaving only Hongli, who was reluctant but not daring to resist, standing outside.
The gauze curtains in the house hang lightly, and the flickering candlelight is reflected on the wall. Looking in from the outside, it looks like layers of red waves swaying.
Song Jinyin was lying on the bed, beads of sweat gradually appearing on her forehead.
The earth dragon was burned in the house, and there was a brazier on one side of the corner. Even if the small window was opened to a corner, it did not dissipate the heat inside.
The little girl lying down looked a little pale, her brows were lightly frowned, and her eyes were slightly squinted, as if she was extremely uncomfortable.
It wasn't until the discomfort became more obvious that she coughed slightly, and then called out twice to the people outside.
"Hongli, give me a glass of water, cough..."
Hongli heard it clearly, but she continued to drag outside for a long time, and did not move until she finished the last dried fruit on the plate.
"There are so many things going on, and the master who has a maid climbed up to the top dares to really order people to serve him!"
Hongli opened the curtain and saw him looking weak, lying on the thick quilt that her maid status couldn't get. Hongli couldn't help rolling her eyes, and then impatiently poured a cup from the table that had already gone cold. of tea.
When he brought it to Song Jinyin, he didn't care that she was still lying down and put it directly to the mouth of someone who seemed to be very ill and not quite awake.
A chill instantly swept across Song Jinyin's face, and the tea spread to the pillows and mattress underneath, soaking them all.
But when Song Jinyin opened her eyes, her pupils were dilated, and she didn't have the strength to blame her.
"you you......"
"The girl really likes to cause trouble. She won't stop even if she drinks water! The mattress is now wet. It's midnight and it's hard for the slave to change it for the girl alone. Anyway, the room is warm. When I wake up tomorrow, the slave will come again. Serve the girl!"
After Hongli said that, she turned around. The cup in her hand tilted due to her movements, and the remaining tea inside spilled out.
The mattress was completely wet.
But she didn't bother to look, she just twisted her waist and put the teacup back, then opened the curtain and went outside.
"Let me tell you, if the girl is weak, she should seek medical treatment first. Don't rush to show off your master's fault. If you can't suppress such a blessing, just like now, tsk tsk..."
Song Jinyin looked at her back.
It wasn't until the bead curtain fell and the gauze curtain drooped that a captivating light appeared in her originally chaotic eyes, and her expression gradually lost its softness and became completely cold.
If Hongli came back to take a look at this moment, she would be shocked to realize that half of Song Jinyin's weakness just now has dissipated.
But she just nestled back on the small couch outside, holding Song Jinyin's untouched food during the day, and ignored the movement in the room.
There was a flapping sound coming from outside, which was somewhat obvious in the quiet night.
And it was this sound that made the person on the bed get up.
Song Jinyin put on the men's robe again, took out the small bundle stored at the foot of the bed and tied it to her body.
The newly added red candles inexplicably added a lot of joy to the room, but they also made the heat wave more obvious.
After doing all this, Song Jinyin picked up the oil can secretly left next to the shelf and poured one on the outer ring near Hongli.
In the peripheral vision, there is a neatly arranged dowry, and the jewelry inside is in order. Except for the jade pendant that Song Jinyin abandoned, the rest are items that have been added to it in the past few days.
Even though she and Pei Yanzhou had reached the point where it was difficult to turn back, Song Jinyin's eyes still stopped on the jade pendant.
The depression in her heart turned into a drumstick, hitting her heart hard one after another.
For better or worse, Pei Yanzhou occupied her for nearly nine years.
One year in the Duke's Mansion, she was ridiculed, ostracized, and thrown into the water as a cousin. It was Pei Yanzhou who was by her side, protecting her, and saving her.
Later, she entered Zhuya Courtyard for eight full years. During these years, rather than saying that she had never left Zhuya Courtyard, it was better to say that she had never left Pei Yanzhou.
But she lost too much because of the Duke's Mansion, and also because of Pei Yanzhou.
Even if she died this time, she just wanted to die outside, outside the high wall of freedom.
Looking away, Song Jinyin didn't look at the jade pendant again.
She and he had never been on the same journey.
She should have known better and given up her greed.
There was another fluttering sound outside the house, like the sound of a bird flapping its wings.
Song Jinyin came to her senses, walked to the side and raised her hand to flick the candle. Then the candle fell to the ground and the fire spread rapidly.
There was heat coming straight to the door, like a dangerous beast that could devour people.
Song Jinyin retreated and shouted twice outside with her weak voice, but there was no response for a long time, and she could only hear Hongli screaming and running away.
She stood in the firelight, looking at the eager fire, and her mind couldn't tell the difference between this place and the Bamboo House Restaurant back then.
The heat became more intense.
Hongli ran away and stopped at the corridor, then glanced at the empty yard.
The fire inside was not too big, and even the attendants guarding outside the hospital could not hear the sound. If Song Jinyin hadn't suddenly become too weak to get up, she should have run out long ago.
And if Hongli calls for someone at this moment, she can just rescue the person and maybe get a huge reward.
But Hongli only hesitated for a moment, then picked up her steps and ran away in a hurry.
The sick man inside was right, only if she died could the fellow slave have a chance to take her place.
The young and handsome master will not stop for a maid, but the death of the maid he once loved will be somewhat different, and this is also the best opportunity for her, who also has this identity, to seize it.
Desire and greed were revealed in Hongli's eyes, and she was filled with excitement. In an instant, she abandoned her life behind her head, hurriedly walked around the alley, and ran to the kitchen.
Song Jinyin's appetite has been growing day by day in the past few days, and she would ask people to get snacks from time to time.
When the house is burned down and she comes back with food, the sick man inside will no longer exist in the world.
Everything will go back to the days when she was praised, and everything will be clean.
The fire in the house became stronger and stronger, and Song Jinyin was almost burned in the fire.
She looked in front of her.
It was the same fire as that day, but this time she was trying to escape, and she was not trapped again.
There was another urgent urging from the small window, and Song Jinyin held something in her arms, lifted the torn gauze all the way, and threw it into the firelight.
...
The cry of running water finally rang out, and the whole yard became a mess.
The attendants standing outside ignored the differences between men and women in the middle of the night and rushed into the house quickly, but were blocked by the huge fire. They could only watch the flames swallow up the entire house like a well-fed fire dragon. .
When grandma rushed over, she met Hongli who was returning with a food box.
There was uncontrollable shock in Hongli's eyes, but there was a hint of surprise in her eyes that she was trying to hide, and a calculation that she didn't dare to let others see.
It’s just that none of this can be hidden from grandma.
Grandma raised her hand and slapped him hard.
"This wretched servant neglected her duty and caused such a big disaster. Please put her down first!"
"Mommy, spare your life!"
Hongli was startled, then touched her face and kowtowed in panic to beg for mercy.
"The girl was hungry, so she scolded the slave for slacking off and not looking for food for her. The slave tried to dissuade her, so she went to the kitchen. Grandma saw clearly that the slave didn't know how to walk on water. She really just followed the girl's orders!"
Grandma didn't want to talk to her, but her face was heavy.
"Press her down and wait for her to be punished, and then send someone to inform the prince. The rest of the people must find the girl..."
There was a bit of staccato at the end of the sentence.
Grandma had just calmed down from Hongli's pressure. When she saw the dazzling fire in front of her eyes and the servants who kept putting out the fire, her heart dropped.
Although the prince is paranoid, he has too many last resorts and is not really that cruel.
Even though he had been focusing on his official career these years, after his wife left, there was only Song Jinyin beside the prince.
Now this time...
Thinking about this, grandma suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.
...
At this moment in Bi Chun Hall, Shen Yuhe packed the pills separately, labeled them, and handed them to Zhou Yanan.
"The eldest son of the Pei family is leaving the city soon. She still needs to hide for a few days. You can find a way to get these things in so that she can protect her body in this cold weather."
"You really don't want her to leave the house? Even if you can't keep her here, I will..."
"He was able to find the inn that night by himself. Now in Kyoto, where do you think you can avoid the imperial guards and secret guards in his hands?"
Shen Yuhe thought of the sinister, cold and arrogant son of the Pei family, and the shock of the sound of the cavalry that night never dissipated.
Perhaps speaking of ruthlessness, the eldest son of the Pei family was not as cruel as he imagined.
But I wonder if the cold and proud prince will regret his concession this time, which will make him lose that little girl completely.
