Xiuxiu was finally taken down by Xin Xiuzhang.
The small courtyard suddenly became quiet, with only the cool breeze whistling.
"This show is quite good."
Lianxiang looked at the people walking away and couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile, "This is the first time I've seen the trick of driving myself out of the embroidery workshop."
"Sister Lianxiang, are you talking about Xiuxiu?"
"Of course she was the one who kept trying to step on others, but ended up stepping on herself."
"Ke Xiuxiu, I guess she won't leave the embroidery workshop."
Song Jinyin glanced at the backs of the people leaving, remembered the struggle in Xin Xiuzhang's eyes just now, and then looked back at the people in front of her.
The aura on her body faded a little, and with a curve of her lips, she became the gentle and well-behaved Song Ci again.
"If Sister Lianxiang hopes to stop seeing Xiu Xiu in the future, I'm afraid she will be happy too early."
"How?"
Lianxiang kept looking at the figure who was following Xin Xiuzhang with his head lowered, until he was out of sight, then he rolled his eyes and sneered at that place.
"Who would dare to join her when she steals other people's skills to show off her power? Xin Xiuzhang should not be so biased."
Song Jinyin didn't reply.
Xin Xiuzhang may not be as partial as others think, but she must also want to protect Xiuxiu.
Otherwise, there would be no hesitation in her eyes just now, let alone disappointment.
But with this incident, Xiuxiu's future days in the embroidery workshop will probably not be as smooth as before.
Song Jinyin turned her mind back to the little girl in front of her. When she saw her opening the pastry box and handing it over, her stomach suddenly began to churn, even more than before on the carriage.
She suppressed her discomfort and smiled at the person.
"I can't eat it. You put it away and keep it for yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he already had the intention of leaving.
The little girl thought she was angry, but when she looked at her again, she found that the color on her face had faded a lot, and she looked extremely uncomfortable.
"Sister Song Ci, your body..."
"It's okay, I'm going to take a rest."
The steps were rare and hurried, which made Lianxiang look at him with contemplation in his eyes.
Since Song Ci was not here, she naturally wouldn't say much to the little girl, so she followed behind and left.
But she couldn't keep up with Song Ci's pace. Lianxiang thought for a while and turned back to the house.
Although she promised the noble man to look after him, she shouldn't have to follow him all the time.
And now that this girl is looking at her, I am afraid that she has quite a lot of skills. In this small embroidery workshop, she should not need anyone else to look after her.
Just as he was thinking about it, the girl who wanted Song Ci to teach her embroidery last time came over, blinked at Lianxiang, and asked curiously: "Sister Lianxiang, why are you still helping Song Ci speak today?"
Lianxiang was speechless for a moment, raised her eyes and glanced at her, "What's wrong with working in the same room and helping a bunch of people?"
"That's what Sister Lianxiang said."
The girl didn't seem to believe it, but she also laughed a few times.
"In the future, if we really get acquainted with Song Ci, we can get together to learn skills. I saw her unfinished embroidery pictures last time. It is indeed extraordinary. Nowadays, those old embroidery ladies are not that big. I am willing to accept apprentices. If we can find a powerful girl to work with, we may not have to waste so many years."
"You would think so."
Lianxiang withdrew her gaze, took advantage of the situation and picked up the loose thread in front of her, and said with unclear meaning: "Nowadays, the masters who teach people and collect money can't make much money. You still want to learn other people's crafts in vain. If you do this, I’m afraid that’s a bit unkind.”
"...You can't learn in vain. I just want to be with the girl I have made friends with, just like we did before."
The girl smiled and said nothing, and quietly stepped back, leaving only Lian Xiang, who had her eyes downcast, holding the thread.
Lian Xiang knew the meaning of her words. She just felt that she suddenly helped Song Ci. She only thought that she also wanted to learn Song Ci's craftsmanship.
But as everyone knows, she just cherishes her life.
But those words just now reminded her.
A newcomer who is valued by several Xiuzhang at the same time must have great abilities. If you can really learn a thing or two from her, it will only be an indispensable benefit in the future.
What's more, Song Ci will definitely be taken back by that noble man to live a good life.
When I enter the backyard, I won't be able to take care of these eye-catching embroidery tasks, which is a waste of good skills.
But Lianxiang didn’t intend to learn it in vain.
She also planned to make up for Song Ci's things little by little when we got along with him on weekdays.
Just as he was thinking about it, Song Ci, who just felt uncomfortable leaving, also stepped into the room.
It's just that I haven't seen it for a while. The little girl's face has changed a lot. Her eyes are wet, and she looks more uncomfortable.
"What's going on with you? Do you want to see a doctor? If you really feel uncomfortable, you don't necessarily have to go to the prefect's mansion tomorrow."
Seeing that her body was thin and weak under her coat, Lianxiang finally got up and helped her, causing the girl who had just come to inquire to open her eyes wide again.
"It doesn't matter."
Song Jinyin suppressed her discomfort and smiled at Lian Xiang, who was a little different from before.
"Maybe I ate something bad, so I won't delay my work."
The girl in front of her was fragrant and soft. She was completely different from the one who had just met Xiuxiu, but she still had a good look that made people unable to take their eyes away.
Lianxiang thought to herself, no wonder it attracted the noble man to be so attracted to it, even she couldn't help but shake her head.
Just speaking of eating bad food…
She just saw the man beside the nobleman coming and going with a lot of food, all of which should have been delivered to Song Ci.
Song Ci's current appearance is probably not due to that noble man.
At first glance, this coaxing person is actually a bit anxious.
...
Pei Yanzhou, who was talked about, has returned to the small courtyard.
He was indeed a little eager, but also sincere and sincere.
It's just that at this time, he really couldn't send it out, and he wasn't much better off.
Since getting on the carriage, his closed eyes have not been opened again.
In his daze, he laughed at himself, thinking only of this fall. If Song Jinyin couldn't see him, he might be able to feel at ease for two days.
But Song Jinyin didn't care more than he thought.
Ever since she said her good-bye, she felt light all over.
Thinking that it was time to start over, I never thought about the day Pei Yanzhou would appear again, and I didn't take him to heart at all.
Even when he endured the discomfort and returned to the small courtyard, he still smiled and glanced at the next door a few more times.
It was supposed to be a lively hour, but the door of the small courtyard next door was closed tightly, and there were no small objects tied on it when someone moved in.
Only the smell of medicine mixed with the wind overshadowed the aroma of food coming from other homes.
Song Jinyin blinked curiously and saw that it was quiet inside with not much noise, so she didn't look any further and only looked back at the wooden door of her house.
The wooden door was tied with red cloth, and Shen Yuhe arranged it for her, saying it was a celebration.
Now that this person left, she lost all trust. Song Jinyin occasionally wanted to make something to say thank you, but she had no clue of how to find him, so she had to give up in the end.
There were faint voices coming from other places. Song Jinyin retracted her thoughts, wrapped her coat tightly, and hurried back to her small courtyard.
Today she really experienced the discomfort of being pregnant. She vomited until her stomach was empty and her eyes were red.
Fortunately, the fire burned quickly today, and the dry wood was dry and easy to burn.
Just as she took a few sips of the boiled water, there was a knock on the door outside.
It was the woman next door, carrying a small box with an old color.
"The girl just came back, right? I cooked a pot of wontons today, but my boss couldn't make it back, so I thought of giving some to the girl. I hope the girl won't dislike it!"
Song Jinyin was a little surprised. The quiet courtyard next door just now did not look like someone was cooking.
She only froze for a moment before her empty stomach reacted to the aroma emerging from under the lid of the box.
She was hungry and couldn't think about the indescribable weirdness.
"Please wait a moment."
Song Jinyin turned around and went back inside, taking out an almond cake wrapped in caramel from the room.
This thing was given to her by Lianxiang today, as if she had changed her temper and forced her to accept it.
"I don't want to take my sister's things for nothing, so I can exchange these two pieces of almond biscuits with my sister, okay?"
"Look at you girl!"
The woman raised her hand and wanted to refuse, but then she seemed to think of something and reached out to take it.
"Almond biscuits are a good thing. I'm going to be cheeky today and treat them as a gift from the girl. But don't be polite to me in the future. I'm often alone at home, and I still want to come to the girl's house when I'm bored to chat with us. Just like people in the countryside, everyone in the village is very close to each other!"
"I am willing to welcome my sister."
Song Jinyin hugged the wooden box with the soup bowl and felt the warmth coming from inside.
"My surname is Sun after my husband, and the girl can call me Mrs. Sun or Sister Sun! When I have all the things in my house, I will invite the girl to come over and sit down! Right now, the girl is eating wontons. Leave the things here. I will come back to get them later. !”
After the visitor finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer and even closed the door on his own initiative.
It was only a few steps back to his yard. Inside the door was Cang Lin, who was frowning. He was relieved when he saw that she didn't bring back the food box.
"Does the girl have any doubts?"
"Not yet."
The enthusiasm in the woman's eyes dissipated a bit, and she handed over the macaroons she received, "The girl gave them to me just now, but she didn't look too good when she saw them."
The people in the room were still awake, and the medicine was still cooking in the kitchen. Not even the cold wind could dissipate the strong smell.
"I'll go over and take a look at it later. Why don't you keep this macaroon as a souvenir for the master?"
The woman paused while untying the complicated hair accessories.
I heard that Master Lin was rushing here. Fortunately, someone who could talk finally came.
