Song Jinyin had a sudden throbbing pain in her right foot.
In the peripheral vision, a man strode forward from behind, trying to reach out to support her.
It's just that she never wanted to get close to others, so she subconsciously turned away and held on to the wooden pillar next to her.
"Is the girl okay?"
Unable to help the beauty, a flash of regret flashed across the man's eyes, but the corner of his lips still raised a smile and spoke with concern.
Lian Xiang in front also avoided it very quickly, and her heart was beating rapidly because of the horse just now, but when she heard this question, she immediately turned around.
"Song Ci, are you okay?"
The man was more than a head taller than the two girls, and his silver robe looked even cooler in the cold wind.
As soon as Lianxiang finished asking, she narrowed her eyes and glanced at him, looking at him as he was selecting goods on the street, and then decisively walked between the two of them.
This man looked familiar. If she remembered correctly, he should be one of the young masters who often showed his face in Luo City.
No matter who he is, compared with Song Ci's husband-in-law, he seems to be a step behind.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? If we bump into each other, then..."
The words stopped abruptly. Song Jinyin raised her eyes to look at her, but she suddenly changed her tone and glared at Xiuxiu in the shop, "When the time comes, someone will see the joke, and someone may be doing something behind the scenes." The deeds!"
Song Jinyin followed Lian Xiang's hand and stood firm, laughing when she heard the injustice in her tone.
Just as he bent his eyes, he became a little more restrained because of the man in front of him.
When the man approached just now, she noticed that his eyes were also the same ones that fell on her before.
It was done with interest and not much good intentions, which made her instinctively uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Lianxiang came over.
Although Song Jinyin was surprised, she couldn't help but feel a little grateful.
"Sister Lianxiang, let's go in first and talk later."
It wasn't until the pain in her right foot subsided that Song Jinyin moved, and then took a few steps back from the man.
But before they were far away, the man followed him again, with concern on his face.
"The girl should go see the doctor. There is a medical clinic just ahead. I can send the girl there."
"Thank you for your kindness, sir."
The smile on Song Jinyin's face was light and decent, but her brows turned cold, showing alienation.
"It's just that I'm not seriously injured, and I have my sisters by my side, so I don't need to trouble the young master."
The man sounded a little regretful and wanted to persuade him again, but pedestrians passing by on the road looked at this place from time to time, which made the man a little more restrained.
"In that case, I won't delay the girl. Just to be on the safe side, it's better for the girl to go there."
After a pause, the man's eyes lingered on her face, and he smiled again: "In the future, I still hope to have a chance to meet the girl and see you again for the second time."
These words were somewhat tainted with a dandy air, but after the man said this, he stepped back and handed over his hands, acting like a gentleman, and then left the place.
She seemed too concerned when she hit back again, and even a talkative person like Lianxiang didn't have time to speak.
It's just that although she is not sure of the man's identity, she also knows that such a young master is really untouchable for a little girl.
Especially this man became interested as soon as he saw it.
If one day we really get into trouble and get involved in some male-female matter, I wonder if Song Ci’s husband-in-law will believe Song Ci.
I don’t even know if he would stand up for a girl against those dignitaries.
In Lianxiang's opinion, it probably won't happen.
Even though that noble man is now thinking of coaxing Song Ci back, if this continues, how many men will have such patience.
Just like today, the noble man obviously did not come to the embroidery workshop again, but just like yesterday, the time was shorter than she thought.
But now she is just guessing. As long as the fire does not burn in front of her, she will not meddle in others' business.
"This person has evil intentions when he looks at him. He looks back and hides away."
Lianxiang's reminder was still spoken out. This was the only thing she could do at the moment.
Whether it was for the work the two of them were going to do together or for the instructions given by the noble man, she should give them some instructions.
"I know, Sister Lianxiang."
After Song Jinyin stepped away from the man, she didn't look away. She only let go of Lianxiang's hand and said thank you again.
She looked calm and peaceful, as if she was not the one who was being talked to in the street just now.
"Okay, you'd better hold on, lest a mad dog pops out of nowhere, take advantage of your instability, and push you so that you can't even hide."
As Lian Xiang spoke, she circled back to Xiu Xiu, acting as if no one would mess with her.
Song Jinyin chuckled, feeling that the people in this embroidery workshop were quite interesting for the first time.
After everyone dispersed, Xiu Xiu, who was working in the shop, raised his head again.
But this time she didn't look at Song Ci and Song Ci who were leaving with resentment, but looked at the man walking away with confusion on her face.
At first glance, the man looked handsome and talkative, but when he finally raised his lips to talk to Song Ci, there was a hint of evil in his eyebrows, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Xiu Xiu looked back at the people in the shop.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, she quietly put down the things in her hands and followed the man who was about to disappear around the corner. She just wanted to have a look at the man's identity.
She naturally despised those two people who were better than her, especially the newcomer Song Ci.
After all the fuss yesterday, if her mother hadn't come to beg her as her aunt in the end, she probably wouldn't have been able to enter the embroidery workshop today, let alone keep this job.
But seeing the soft-hearted look in Xin Xiuzhang's eyes when he looked at her mother yesterday, Xiuxiu felt a lot more stable.
Thinking about it, as long as her mother is here and as long as her mother's hands are not healed, no matter how strict the aunt is, she will leave a way out for her mother.
And her mother would definitely use that escape route for her.
Thinking of this, Xiuxiu's anxiety disappeared a lot compared to yesterday.
Now that there is no reason to worry, she will not let go of Song Ci who caused her to be looked down upon and Lian Xiang who laughed at her.
...
It snowed for two days after Song Jinyin came back from the prefect's mansion.
Although it is not as heavy as the snow in Kyoto, it falls like this and a thick layer piles up on the ground.
But every time Song Jinyin went back, the alleys were clean, not even ice shavings were seen.
She thought that the people who lived here had shoveled everything clean for their children to play with.
But she couldn't see the cleaner for two days in a row. She felt a little guilty and just wanted to find a chance to help.
Until today, she came back early and saw a figure shoveling ice at the door of her courtyard.
"Sister Sun?"
Today's women do not comb their hair into a woman's bun, but simply tie it up, looking clean and neat.
Seeing Song Jinyin coming back, the people at the door of the small courtyard were stunned, their throats twitched slightly, and then they smiled and said loudly: "Why did the little girl come back so early today?"
Song Jinyin was shocked by her voice and touched her exposed little ears which were red from the cold.
At this time, in the small courtyard, Pei Yanzhou's eyes were closed tightly, and his face was still bloodless.
Doctor Mu was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he kept waiting by the stove fire to cook the medicine.
In a place like this, even going to the drug store to get a prescription requires walking a long way, but the sleepy person frowned and resisted the suggestion of leaving. His whole body was so cold that he couldn't even take the medicine.
Just like once in Zhuya Courtyard, only Song Jinyin's voice could change his reaction.
"If this continues, even if the prince's body recovers, the root of the disease will remain. Not to mention that the prince will inevitably have to lead troops in the future. If he goes to some cold places, I am afraid it will become even worse..."
Outside, Cang Lin had just climbed over the gray wall, still holding the wet firewood he had replaced for Song Jinyin in his hand.
He threw the things to one side, clapped his hands, and returned to his cold demeanor in the mansion. However, when he walked to the door of the kitchen, he still subconsciously lowered his voice.
"Master doesn't want to leave. I'm afraid it won't be possible to get better if I find another place. Lying here, I can still listen to Miss Jin Yin's voice. Who knows if the girl's heart will soften..."
After a pause, Cang Lin recalled the conversation between the two that day in his mind, and suddenly he stopped talking.
Eight years is neither long nor short, but it is enough to wipe out all one's expectations.
Nowadays, Miss Jin Yin may never be soft-hearted towards her master.
Just as he was thinking about it, the sleeping man suddenly moved, and his tightly closed eyes showed signs of opening, which shocked Xuan Wei in the room to make a sound.
When Kurin pushed the door open and entered the house, a hoarse voice came out.
"Snowing."
The man looked out the window with half-open eyes.
People who are seriously ill don't have much life, like a river bed that has dried up for a long time, with cracks covering its edge.
"She hasn't seen me in the past two days. Is she still happy?"
Cang Lin tightened his grip on the sword and suddenly lowered his head when he saw the flickering light in those deep black eyes.
The words "everything is fine" are like sharp arrows that can pierce people's hearts. He can't say it out loud.
For a long time, the person on the bed laughed at himself.
Without asking any more questions, he just closed his eyes again out of exhaustion.
His brows showed his usual loneliness and coldness, but under the silence, the man's eyes turned red a little bit.
