Feng Qiyu's mind was filled with Song Ci's face.
While he was hesitating whether to confront her, Leng Buding saw Feng Mengling's gloating expression, and his anger suddenly emerged.
"Who let you into my yard? Get out!"
"Sister, I..."
"Sister Yu, is this how you talk to your sister on weekdays?"
Feng Mengling's voice was pitiful, but before he finished speaking, there was a burst of reprimands from behind, which shocked everyone in the yard and did not dare to raise their heads.
"Father!"
Governor Feng stepped into the courtyard with a stern face, only glanced at the thinly-dressed woman on the ground, and then looked at his daughter in front of him with a gloomy expression.
"Have I ever told you that when a noble person from Kyoto comes to the city, please act more safely? What are you doing now!"
"Father, my daughter is just punishing an embroiderer in her own yard. Do you still blame your daughter for such a trivial matter? And how could the prince know about what is going on in our house!"
Feng Qiyu's words actually sounded somewhat guilty.
Song Ci watched her kidnap someone today, and no one knew if she would tell the prince about her domineering behavior.
But no matter what, in front of Feng Mengling, she must not be reprimanded by her father or be looked down upon by her.
"Furthermore, father, it was this man who spoke rudely to his daughter first, and then her daughter..."
"No, big sister."
Feng Mengling, who was standing aside, suddenly took a step forward, frowning, and after everyone else looked at her, she pursed her lips slightly with some hesitation.
"I, when I first came here, I clearly heard that this matter was related to the young master of the Yi family, and..."
"what else?"
Governor Feng looked at his third daughter next to him with a cold face.
Seeing her shaking her head and looking like she didn't dare to speak, Governor Feng suppressed his temper and said, "Just say it, no one dares to find fault with you as long as your father is here!"
"Yes, father, but please don't blame the eldest sister... I heard the eldest sister said that she is also related to the prince..."
"Feng Mengling, stop talking nonsense!"
"You bastard! I'm so spoiled that you don't know what the world is!"
The visitor got completely angry and interrupted Feng Qiyu's words, making everyone in the courtyard tremble.
"Is that Crown Prince someone you can provoke? He is the only official from Kyoto City in your Daoluo City?"
"But my daughter really didn't mess with that prince..."
"Shut up! Who gave you the courage to do these things behind my back!"
Feng Taishou raised his hand to slap him, but because he thought of something, the slap did not fall. He instead rolled his sleeves angrily, "You don't have to choose your marriage. Tomorrow, go to the Yi family with gifts and meet the Yi family." How close and close!”
"Father! That man named Yi doesn't even have an official position. How can you let your daughter marry into such a family!"
"If you don't marry him, do you really want to marry that prince?"
The prefect didn't say anything more, but glared at her when he left, so that she didn't dare to refute.
Only Feng Qiyu and a few maids and boys were left in the yard, as well as Xiuxiu who was stunned when she heard this.
"Big girl, don't worry..."
"urgent?"
Feng Qiyu's angry eyes gradually calmed down.
She looked towards the direction Feng Mengling left, holding the embroidered handkerchief tightly with her fingertips.
"Go and tell your mother and ask her to prepare a gift. I will take it to Yi Mansion tomorrow."
Earlier, it was because she was not clear-headed that she disobeyed her father in front of Feng Mengling. Now that her father calls her less and less, she can no longer make people angry.
As for the Yi family...
There was no way she could marry such a romantic guy. The only way was to find someone who would make her father fearful.
Feng Qiyu thought about it over and over again, but the figure of the prince was still the only thing in his mind.
As long as she can get some care from him, even if she is a concubine, it is better than marrying into the Yi family and suffering humiliation.
But how to get close to the prince, Feng Qiyu still couldn't find a way for a long time.
"Girl, this Xiuxiu fainted."
The maid next to her looked at the people with closed eyes in the courtyard, frowned and spoke.
A lynching is a lynching. No matter how angry the master is, he will not really punish the girl for such things, but if someone loses his life at this moment...
"Drag her down, hanging her life. If Yi doesn't come looking for her in three days, just find a place and throw her there, so as not to be an eyesore here."
"Yes, girl."
Feng Qiyu stood up.
When he glanced at Xiuxiu who was being dragged away, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.
The embroiderer's tone when she mentioned Song Ci today clearly indicated that the two were at odds with each other. If she used Xiu Xiu's name to get close to Song Ci, perhaps she could use this opportunity to talk to the prince.
Thinking of this, Feng Qiyu's eyes flashed and he temporarily suppressed the jealousy in his heart.
"Zi Luo, go back and prepare the gifts."
...
The next day, before Song Jinyin stepped into the embroidery workshop, she saw Lian Xiang pacing back and forth outside with her head hanging down.
It was the first time that Song Jinyin saw the girl's tangled look. She looked around curiously, but she didn't see anything different.
"Why don't you go get the buns early today?"
Song Jinyin stopped in front of her and looked at her with a smile.
There were two more cooks in the embroidery workshop a few days ago, so the embroidery ladies no longer have to eat breakfast outside.
But the steamed buns made by one of them were extremely delicious and small, just enough for one bite. The steamed buns still oozed juice when put in the mouth. As soon as they were steamed, they were squeezed by the embroidered ladies to take them away.
No matter how much it was, whatever was left unfinished was kept and taken home.
The one who left later could not even see his shadow.
It happened that Song Jinyin and Lian Xiang both fell in love with this little bun, and they had a tacit understanding on this matter without further explanation.
That is to come to the embroidery workshop earlier.
But today, Lian Xiang looked like she didn't have much appetite.
"You're here."
Lianxiang came back to her senses and turned around. Seeing that the person in front of her was no different from yesterday, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
Maybe he has a guilty conscience.
She went back yesterday and thought about it for a long time, wondering whether Song Ci had noticed that she had met that noble man.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't come up with a result, so she simply waited to come to the embroidery workshop today to take a closer look at Song Ci's face.
Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the appearance of the girl in front of me, but she seemed a bit mediocre.
"I'm waiting for you to go get the buns together."
"If you go in at this time, how much will be left..."
"It's hard to say. I always feel that the two cooks saw you as if they were their own daughter. They may know that you like to eat, so they might as well keep it for you."
"My dear sister, what are you dreaming of?"
The two walked into the embroidery workshop while chatting and laughing.
Song Jinyin had a smile on her brows, with the same gentle expression as before, but she couldn't help but think about it more.
Lianxiang does have some small calculations in her daily life, but it is human nature. As long as she does not harm the laws of nature, there is nothing wrong with making more calculations for her own success.
So is she.
But this girl suddenly showed such an expression, which was quite inconsistent with her usual temperament. It seemed that she didn't have three hundred taels of silver here, and she was afraid that others wouldn't know that she was hiding something.
Just thinking about it, Song Jinyin didn't delve into it deeply.
If it has something to do with her, she doesn't need to think too much, it will always fall on her.
If it had nothing to do with her, it would be a waste of time to think about it.
"Let me tell you, these two chefs are very nice to you. Sure enough, they even have new steamed buns!"
Lianxiang's soft call interrupted Song Jinyin's thoughts.
There was a hint of surprise in her eyes as she looked at the pile of round, thin-skinned, flesh-colored buns, her eyes flickering.
However, before the two of them could be happy about the buns for too long, someone poked their head in from outside and found Song Jinyin.
"Song Ci, someone is looking for her outside. Look at her appearance. She must be a noble girl from some family."
"Your lady is looking for me?"
"Yes, maybe I'll let you make clothes."
After the visitor finished speaking, he didn't stop any longer, but took the bowl to make porridge.
Song Jinyin and Lianxiang looked at each other. Although they were confused, they still put down what they were holding.
"I'll go out and take a look first."
"Wait, I'll go with you!"
Lianxiang stuffed the bun into her mouth and followed in a hurry.
Yesterday, the man's gentle voice lingered in her ears like a spring breeze, making her always remember the promise she made by patting her chest. Now that someone suddenly came outside, she couldn't let Song Ci go out alone.
But the two of them didn't expect that as soon as they walked outside, they saw Feng Qiyu's smiling face.
"Song Ci?"
"Miss Feng."
The two of them suppressed a cry of surprise, but saw that the person coming had swept away yesterday's arrogance and came over to take Song Jinyin's hand.
"Yesterday, the servant in my house got the wrong person, and there was a misunderstanding. But did it scare you?"
"Ms. Feng, please be more concerned about me. It won't be a problem for civilian girls."
"That's good, otherwise my heart will never be at peace."
Feng Qiyu really didn't want to look at her face that could easily make people jealous, so she quickly raised her hand and handed over the wooden box sent by the waiter.
"This is the jade hairpin I specially picked for you. It suits you very well. It is an apology for my recklessness yesterday. You must accept it."
Song Jinyin was even more surprised and avoided Feng Qiyu's extended hand by refusing.
This thing looks expensive, but if you think about it, you can tell that you can't accept what she gave you.
"Ms. Feng, please take the trouble, but this is against the rules."
After talking for a long time, Song Jinyin used the name of the embroidery shop to give up the idea of giving gifts, and finally made the person in front of her want to leave.
"That's all, I have good intentions, but if it causes you to be scolded, it will be my fault."
Feng Qiyu smiled and said: "There is also the spring shirt I wore before. I think your skills must be excellent. In the future, I will definitely come to see you often!"
Song Jinyin also smiled, advancing and retreating in a measured manner, without any anxiety.
Seeing such calmness, Feng Qiyu couldn't help but feel a little more convinced.
Not only was she temporarily unable to move against the girl in front of her, she also had to endure her temper and interact with her more.
