Pei Yanzhou unexpectedly calmed down some of the pressure around him and glanced at the man with a cold expression.
"Bring him here."
Perhaps it was because no one was living there, so there was a biting coldness in the wooden house.
Pei Yanzhou sat at the wooden table beside the bed, looking at the neat bedding with a distant look.
There are two rooms next to it, which contain scattered medicinal materials and objects. Only this one, although simple, is bright and simple.
It should be the place where Song Jinyin lived.
Last time it was a shabby inn, this time it was a small wooden house. Nowhere was comfortable, but she still walked resolutely.
Pei Yanzhou clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, his finger bones turning white with force.
He was becoming more and more unsure at this moment whether he could bring the person back this time.
And the so-called husband...
But Song Jinyin was his, the girl in his heart, and the mother of his child. Even if he died, he would never allow others to be so close to her!
Thinking of this, Pei Yanzhou's eyes suddenly turned cold, and darkness suddenly filled his eyes.
"Master, people have been brought in."
The tall and strong man had no power to fight back in front of Cang Rin, but even if he was detained, he had no intention of giving in and was on guard.
"I, my grandfather is the upright person here, you can't be so overbearing!"
"I have no interest in you or your grandfather."
Pei Yanzhou's eyes fell on the strong man. When he thought that there would be an unrelated man staying beside Song Jinyin, he felt increasingly anxious and uncontrollable.
"I just want to know where the Miss Song you mentioned has gone?"
"Miss Song has been picked up by her husband a long time ago. You, who are you to her?"
"Who am I to her?"
Pei Yanzhou's whole body was filled with cold light, and the teacup he picked up in his hand suddenly turned into powder and fell, shocking everyone in the room to fear.
"I am her husband and the father of the fetus in her belly."
The strong man froze on the spot.
The man in front of him didn't look like an ordinary person. He was even more imposing and terrifying than the one last time.
But he clearly saw with his own eyes that Miss Song Ci got into the carriage chatting and laughing, and before the husband caught up with her, he paid someone to make some food and take it with him, and then he followed on horseback.
Thinking about this, the strong man's eyes showed suspicion. Although he was frightened in his heart, he was unwilling to bow his head.
His grandfather was Li Zheng and had always asked him to be a responsible man. Now that this man has brought so many people to their village, he must not be a good person!
"You, you are talking nonsense. If you are really Miss Song's husband, why did she leave with someone else without waiting for you?"
Cang Lin's heart sank, and she couldn't help but raise her eyes to glance at the brave man in front of her. She wanted to remind him, but she heard him speak again.
"Miss Song has lived here for so many days. Many people have speculated on her identity and pointed at her. If you are his husband, why were you nowhere to be seen earlier? Especially since she is still pregnant and gets up early in the winter. When you are busy, where is your 'husband'? I think you are just a coward who takes advantage of others' danger!"
Pei Yanzhou's dangerous aura gradually dissipated with the strong man's last words.
Only the coldness lingered, and the deep eyes were as rich as ink.
He had left her alone in this place for so many days.
The cold wind was blowing, but there was only a fire pit and a separate kitchen. Pei Yanzhou remembered that Song Jinyin was weak and her hands and feet started to get cold as soon as autumn entered, let alone the weather like this.
"It's me, I'm a little late."
Pei Yanzhou lowered his head for the first time and looked at the pile of powder on the table.
The voice was hoarse, as if he was mumbling to himself.
"It was my failure to find her that made her suffer for so long..."
The strong man frowned. Hearing the suddenly soft tone of the person in front of him, he felt a little more at a loss. He turned to look at Cang Lin next to him, his mouth open and his eyes full of annoyance.
"Did I speak too harshly?"
The strong man blamed himself and scratched his head.
He had never seen such a battle. In the village, he would at most listen to a few gossips from women. If something went too far, his grandfather would scold him and never let him come forward to curse.
"I didn't mean to scold him just now. I just felt sorry for Miss Song Ci."
"..."
Cang Lin was speechless for a moment because of this man's simplicity.
For the first time, he saw an honest man who was not worried about his own life, but instead worried about whether his master would be frustrated.
After coming back to his senses, Cang Lin suddenly reacted and took a few steps closer to the man, "Song Ci?"
"Well, Miss Song Ci...you don't know Miss Song's name?"
Afraid that the strong man would be wary, Cang Lin immediately changed his expression, shook his head and said: "I know it, but I didn't expect that our wife would tell others her name outside."
"My grandfather was Li Zheng. Doctor Li met my grandfather when he took Miss Song to settle down."
The strong man didn't notice anything was wrong, but he was a little shaken when he heard the lady Cang Lin called out, "So the noble man in front of me is really Miss Song Ci's husband?"
"yes."
Kurin nodded.
The master recognized him, he just had to follow him.
"Then you are really late. Miss Song Ci left a few days ago. Her...her friend not only stood up for her, but also hired someone to do it for her before catching up. When it comes to food, you are extremely considerate, you... are really inferior to me."
Cang Lin was afraid that in the next moment, his master would wipe out this strong man with a single blow, but fortunately, the person in front did not show the initial anger.
There was only a pair of absent-minded eyes and bloody palms.
"But I heard from the ladies who were invited to cook that they should be going south, because Dr. Li also mentioned the taste of the south to Miss Song Ci's good friend..."
"Leave people in the village to continue the investigation."
When he spoke again, Pei Yanzhou's black eyes were cold and silent. He didn't look at the strong man again. He just got up and went to the courtyard, pulled up the reins again, "Also, her identity is just the bride of my Pei family."
Kurin was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
This is to stop those people's mouths and prevent Doctor Shen from getting involved in the slightest.
The horse reared its head, and the man mounted again.
A cold wind blew past my face.
Pei Yanzhou suppressed the jealousy surging in his heart, his eyes filled with scarlet red.
He was a step too slow, but he would never allow others to occupy the position beside Song Jinyin and bear the title of her husband.
Even if it’s just a passer-by’s guess, it won’t work.
"Your Majesty, the injuries on your body..."
"If you can't die, take my sign, start with the city closest to here, and check every registration for entering the city until you find Song Ci. The rest of you, follow me south."
...
In a small courtyard in Luo City.
Song Jinyin put the coat she had hung to dry last night into the house, covered the prepared pancakes and soup, and left a note before hurriedly opening the door and going out.
The small courtyard is a bit remote, and there are not many pedestrians outside.
Song Jinyin went straight to an embroidery workshop, took a breath at the door, and then stepped inside.
"Are you the girl who wants to do the work?"
An older woman inside saw her and looked at her, "She looks young. How long have you been learning to do embroidery?"
“I picked up needlework with my mother when I was young, and it has been nearly ten years now.”
Song Jinyin has a good appearance, her eyebrows are curved when she smiles, and her speech is neither hasty nor slow, with a gentleness that makes people want to get close to her.
The woman glanced at her a few more times and saw that she was well-spoken and answered the questions in an easy and generous manner, without the slightest hint of a little girl's awkwardness, so she couldn't help but nodded in her heart.
Although their embroidery workshop is not big, there are several powerful embroiderers in it, and the things they make will be sent directly to the prefect's wife. Therefore, the girls in the workshop, except those who do rough work, should not be too unruly in their actions.
Nowadays, when a woman encounters a girl who looks good and has good looks, she is willing to keep her.
"I am one of the embroidered palms here. Since you are here today, let's try...your hands first?"
Before the needlework basket was handed out, Xiuzhang saw the long scar on Song Jinyin's palm.
She frowned slightly, and instantly thought more.
Embroidery is no different than other embroidery. The stitching technique must be rigorous and delicate, so these hands are particularly important.
The scar on the girl's palm is obviously not a minor injury. It may have damaged the inside. If something goes wrong in the future, even the smallest detail will ruin the entire embroidery.
Thinking of this, Xiuzhang immediately changed his mind.
You can look for embroiderers, there are girls everywhere who can embroider. As long as you have the patience to learn for a while, you can always catch up with your skills, which is better than having hidden dangers at the root.
"Girl, the things we have here will be sent to the backyards of some officials or wealthy people. What they want is exquisite and beautiful, and the stitching skills are not even inferior to the Su embroidery passed down by our predecessors, but girl, your hand... ..."
After a pause, Xiuzhang said again: "The girl is well-born, and she doesn't look like a girl from an ordinary family. Our Luo City is not small, and the girl's family can do a lot of work. It's better for the girl to find something else. This embroidery ...I’m afraid there’s something wrong with it.”
Song Jinyin's outstretched hand moved subconsciously, and her fingertips seemed to be curling up to avoid it.
The low self-esteem is overwhelming.
She was so focused on escaping that she almost forgot that she still had a pair of hands like this.
Song Jinyin lowered her eyes and felt a little at a loss.
The scars were clear and ferocious, and it was really hard to show such hands in front of outsiders.
