Song Jinyin looked at the woman's leaving figure and sniffed lightly with the tip of her nose.
There is a faint smell of herbs, hidden under the fragrance of wontons, and it quickly spreads everywhere when the wind blows.
She didn't have time to think too much, the warmth spread in her hands, and her heart felt hot. She turned back to the house and opened the box.
The wontons in the soup bowl were steaming all the time, the soup was crystal clear, the wonton fillings were full, and there were a few green side dishes inside, which looked refreshing and tempting.
Side dishes in winter are the most rare. Song Jinyin regretted that she only gave two macaroons as a gift, and they were borrowed from others.
Especially after she took a sip of the soup, this thought became even deeper.
The hot soup has a natural sweetness, which should be the base of the chicken soup that has been simmered for a long time. The meat filling is also fresh and tender. When you bite it gently, the juice will burst in your mouth.
It is a solid filling that cannot be bought outside, and it is also a craftsmanship that cannot be found outside.
Song Jinyin drank the soup together, and her rumbling stomach finally calmed down.
The lights inside the house are bright, and the sky outside is getting darker and darker.
Song Jinyin originally wanted to send a piece of dried meat after eating wontons, but when she saw that the sky was really dark, she had no choice but to give up the idea and just wait to go out tomorrow.
But just as she was getting ready to rest, another person came outside the hospital.
"Miss Jinyin, I will give you some winter clothes and food."
Looking at Cang Lin outside the house, Song Jinyin frowned, her temper was aroused when she was disturbed to rest, and she lost much patience.
"Why is he still..."
"Don't get me wrong, girl. I came to give it to the girl myself. Before leaving the city, Biyu asked me to take care of her privately. Putting aside the master, you and I have known each other for many years. Even Butler Wang once told me to Take care of the girl."
Only then did Song Jinyin realize Cang Lin's tone. She looked at the gloomy sky and turned sideways to make way.
"Brother Cang Lin, let's have a cup of hot tea before leaving."
Cang Lin ignored the word taboo, sent the things in, and took the teacup from Song Jinyin.
"Thank you girl."
"I should say thank you. It's cold today and snow falls from time to time. The inn is not close to here. Brother Canglin even made a special trip. I guess there won't be anyone on the street this way, right?"
"Well... there's still some."
Kurin was stunned for a moment.
He opened the door and walked a few steps to get there. He really didn't know if there were many people on the street.
It's just that the girl in front of her has always been alert and smart, so she spoke too casually, fearing that she would notice something strange, so Cang Lin had to add another sentence.
"Lo City is lively at night. There are many night markets during the New Year's Day, and the entire row is hung with lanterns. No matter how cold the weather is, there are still people on the streets."
"There are lanterns all the way, it must be very beautiful."
Song Jinyin looked at the flickering candle on the table. She didn't know what she thought of, and there was a look of loneliness in her eyes for a moment.
The room fell silent, and Kurin hesitated for a moment before speaking, which sounded like casual conversation.
"My master has not recovered from the injuries he suffered in Yuxi Mountain. Even now, his body is still unable to bear it and he has fallen asleep now."
"Um."
Song Jinyin put down her tea cup.
The water in the teapot was poured into the cup, making a running sound, "Brother Cang Lin will have to work hard again."
The person in front of him had long eyelashes and drooped eyes, his expression was calm, and he didn't mention Pei Yanzhou at all.
"My master has been unconscious several times, and there was a girl beside him. Now that the girl is not here, we who are holding swords can't take care of him."
Song Jinyin smiled faintly and had no intention of answering.
In fact, it was nothing to accept what Cang Lin sent, and she would not dwell on the twists and turns inside.
But now hearing what he said, Song Jinyin understood that there must be that person's handiwork here.
She lowered her gaze to the thick fox fur underneath. Fine fur was not something ordinary people could find.
It's just that the lethargy mentioned by Kurin must be true.
Thinking about it, these are things he had prepared a long time ago.
But since it was completely done, there was no reason to take anything from him again.
"Miss Jinyin?"
"I don't really remember what happened in the past."
After being called back to her senses by Cang Lin, Song Jinyin stood up, "But when it comes to serving, I was also injured in nearly half of the times when the prince was sick. Thinking about it, it shouldn't be important whether I am here or not."
"...It's important, but Master is just used to having a girl by his side."
Although he was a little deliberate, Kurin still had to bite the bullet and only choose good things to say.
It was the first time that he followed his master to chase someone. Although he didn't understand, he also knew that once Miss Jin Yin turned around, she would be favored in the master's backyard.
Even if she didn't look back, it would be hard for Miss Jin Yin to look at anyone else, let alone with a child in her belly.
At most, it was the Young Master of the Shen family who was remembered by his master.
But how could such a family accommodate other people's children?
Cang Lin thought a little too far, but no matter how she looked at it, the girl in front of her should only like her master.
"Whoever serves you is not serving you. If nothing else, I'd better trouble Brother Cang Lin to take these things back."
It was snowing outside again, and Song Jinyin handed over the things he had just delivered.
The clear eyes were not stained with displeasure because of this, but actually added a bit of fun.
"Next time, when Brother Canglin actually spends money to buy something, I will accept it."
Seeing that the person in front of him had seen through his thoughts again, Cang Lin didn't insist anymore.
He has a dull temperament to begin with, but these days have brought him more melancholy than when he went on several murderous errands.
"That's all, since the girl saw it, I won't cover it up anymore, but there are indeed things here that I added myself. If the girl doesn't mind, just keep the things I gave you, and you should be able to use them in the future."
Song Jinyin lowered her eyes, then nodded, pursed her lips and smiled, with a hint of annoyance in her words.
"If I had known that Brother Canglin was so easy to talk to, I should have dragged Cuiyu Duo around in front of me when we were in Zhuyayuan, so that she wouldn't have wasted her time looking at Brother Canglin and not daring to come near, even saying thank you. January."
Those who wanted to speak again were speechless for a moment, and finally stopped trying to persuade him.
But when he left, he stopped and looked back, his eyes regained their composure and were full of seriousness.
"I really don't understand something, and I hope the girl can clarify my doubts. But if she feels inconvenienced, she doesn't have to answer."
"Brother Cang Lin, please tell me."
"The girl heard today that her master's injury has worsened and he is unconscious. Do you really...really don't care at all?"
Song Jinyin stepped out of the room with one foot. Before she could open her mouth, white air was already lingering on the tip of her nose.
After hearing this, she suddenly laughed.
"Have you ever cared? Does it sound nicer and less cruel?"
"That's..."
"Well, to be honest, I don't care."
Cang Lin looked at the light in the room and couldn't see clearly the girl's eyes in front of him, but his tone was clear and calm, not like angry words.
He suddenly remembered the reply he received from Biyu that day.
There was no cover in the letter, but he just asked him, "Even if we find the person, what can we do?"
He didn't quite understand it at the time.
If you find someone, you will naturally take them back.
But now he understands.
If a person with a dead heart doesn't want to look back, it will be useless even if he finds it.
I think the master should also understand, but he is unwilling to admit it, let alone accept it. He just stubbornly wants to keep the person.
But Miss Jin Yin's words during the day completely shattered the illusion of being surrounded by her master, so the injuries that had been accumulated for a long time after this fall were more serious than when she entered the city that day.
Now the sleeping person doesn't want to wake up, as if he has chosen to escape, not daring to look at the eyes that no longer care about him.
It was indeed in compliance with Biyu's words.
After Kurin left, for a long time, the sound of the door opening was heard again next door.
The sound wasn't too loud, but the alley had already completely quieted down, so this little sound seemed clearer.
Song Jinyin just thought that Sister Sun's husband had returned home.
She turned around, wrapped herself tightly in the mattress and fell asleep again.
...
It was a peaceful night, and Song Jinyin slept extremely peacefully.
When she followed Lian Xiang to the prefect's mansion, her face was biting into a pancake and her cheeks were bulging, and the little blush that had returned to her face made her look pretty and smart.
"When you go in later, remember to wipe off these powders and put some ointment on your hands."
"Want to apply ointment?"
Song Jinyin frowned, a little unhappy.
"What we are meeting today is the eldest daughter of the Prefecture, a noble daughter of an official family. She is a direct descendant and has been raised with wealth. She has never liked slovenly and casual people. She especially likes smelling fragrance. Usually, all the girls who go to see her are dressed up. Decency, especially this ointment, is indispensable.”
"...Where does this preference come from? No other noble lady has such rules as hers."
Lianxiang quickly lowered her eyes, pretending not to hear.
This sentence further confirmed that Song Ci was not an ordinary person. The noble people he had seen should be more powerful than the prefect.
Thinking of this, Lianxiang's heart was pounding. Thinking of Song Ci's husband, she felt more and more that she was destined to be lucky.
