Maybe it's easy to get whatever you don't like.
As soon as Song Jinyin saw Wu Xiuzhang, she saw Feng Qiyu who was drinking tea with her head down next to her.
The bright cloak has a golden thread that outlines a cluster of flowers, and there is a luster that sways with her movements under the light. Together with the hair accessories on her head, everything speaks of this person's nobility.
Song Jinyin glanced at the sky outside.
It was still early in the winter, but this big girl was running very hard.
"Wu Xiuzhang, Miss Feng."
"Come here quickly."
When Wu Xiuzhang saw her, the smile on his face deepened, and he was obviously more sincere than just now.
"Are you ready for breakfast? I called too early. At this time in the past, you must have just arrived at the embroidery workshop, and you were busy with the things at hand."
These words sounded like some joking self-blame, but when they fell into my ears, it was not difficult to tell that they were being told to Miss Feng, who suddenly came to the embroidery workshop.
Song Jinyin glanced at the visitor calmly, and saw her expression change slightly, but she turned it back for a moment.
Wu Xiuzhang also had a calm expression and seemed to be warm and gentle.
It seems that the business of noble people in the embroidery workshop is indeed going to happen, but in my heart, I am afraid that not many people really like this big girl coming to their door.
"It's okay if you eat a pancake."
"That's good. You have to do your work carefully, but you also have to take care of your body."
Wu Xiuzhang looked at the girl in front of him carefully and nodded, "Miss Feng came to our embroidery workshop today and said she wanted to talk to you about the spring shirt. Since this job has been entrusted to you, I will naturally I won’t interfere so as not to tie you up.”
Song Jinyin lowered her eyes and smiled, her face soft and shy, looking innocent and harmless.
Feng Qiyu was naturally unhappy.
If Xiuxiu made her feel disgusted, then the Song Ci in front of her made her feel threatened in her heart, even if this person was just an inconspicuous embroiderer now.
But in order to find a chance to meet the prince, she had to force herself to endure it.
"I certainly believe in the craftsmanship of your embroidery workshop, especially Song Ci's."
Feng Qiyu raised his hand, and the maid next to him presented a small box of silver.
"These are the deposits for spring clothes. When your embroidery shop closed down two years ago, I sighed for a long time, wondering where I could buy new clothes that satisfied me. Fortunately, later, this embroidery shop was opened for you again."
"Thank you Miss Feng for taking this seriously. During the flood two years ago, the embroiderers couldn't even take care of food and clothing, so it was difficult for the embroidery workshop to continue operating."
Wu Xiuzhang didn't even look at the silver coins, but the smile on his face faded.
"But the prefect's wife has already sent someone to send a deposit, so it's not easy to take Miss Feng's silver."
"Look at me, I forgot about the flood."
Feng Qiyu said it casually.
When Song Jinyin listened to the words of the two people, the politeness on her face disappeared for a moment.
When Lianxiang mentioned this incident just now, her expression was unusually serious and heavy. Obviously, the disaster left an extremely tragic impression on her.
But the big girl in front of him didn't seem to take this matter to heart at all.
Even the usual luxury in his words was not affected at all.
Even Song Jinyin, who was used to being calm, couldn't help but feel a little cold when she heard the following words.
"I'm here today. In addition to paying the deposit, I also want to invite Miss Song Ci to travel with me another day. By the way, I can take a good look at the scenery of our Luo City. Don't just stay bored in the embroidery workshop."
"Thank you Miss Feng for your concern."
Seeing that the conversation fell back on her, Song Jinyin came back to her senses.
I was originally confused about the visitor's goodwill, but suddenly there was some clarity.
"This is the first time a folk girl has come to the embroidery workshop to pick up a job. She also picked up your spring shirt, the eldest girl. She didn't even bother to play around. I'm afraid it would spoil the eldest girl's fun."
"You can't refuse. I like to be lively, and it's especially easy for me to get close to good-looking girls... By the way, I wonder if you, Song Ci, have agreed to this?"
Song Jinyin finally caught that faint suspicion.
After Feng Qiyu's words, Pei Yanzhou's face appeared in her mind.
The smile on his face has not diminished, but deep down he has scolded the person countless times.
Sure enough, it was related to him again.
Ye Wanqiu in Kyoto City at that time, and now the girl of the Prefecture in Luo City, Pei Yanzhou was a trouble to her just standing there.
After calming down, Song Jinyin pursed her lips and smiled extremely calmly, but did not respond.
Her body has become much mellow now, and everyone will know about her pregnancy once winter is over.
She cannot say that she is not married.
But when she was asked to nod towards Feng Qiyu, she felt unsafe.
Wu Xiuzhang looked at her with her eyes lowered and seemed shy. He just thought she was thin-skinned, so he avoided saying this for her.
And Feng Qiyu tried for a long time but failed to get the news he wanted to hear.
Seeing that what he wanted to say had been said over and over again, and it would seem a little strange to stay any longer, the visitor finally got up.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw someone coming in at the door.
It was Xin Xiuzhang who came in a hurry with a serious look on his face.
"Miss Feng, please stay."
"Who are you, embroidering palms here?"
Feng Qiyu frowned impatiently.
Running here so early was just to avoid his father's inquiries and to find an opportunity to ask a few words from Song Ci.
But she was very tired right now, and she really couldn't stay in this small embroidery workshop.
"A civilian woman is one of the embroidery masters in the embroidery workshop. Today she boldly found Miss Feng. She heard that the embroiderer Xiuxiu in the workshop offended Miss Feng and was taken away by Miss Feng. I don't know that right now... "
"What? Are you here to ask for someone from me?"
Feng Qiyu did not deny it, but his voice became colder, his chin slightly raised, and he looked at the person without any scruples.
Wu Xiuzhang's face was surprised for a moment, then he frowned and signaled Song Ci in front of him to leave first.
This is no small matter. If someone is really caught by this big girl, other people cannot be implicated.
Song Jinyin felt relieved, nodded and left without staying any longer.
Before leaving, she looked back at Xin Xiuzhang who was coming.
Her originally stern eyes were slightly anxious, and her brows showed a bit of fatigue.
Song Jinyin suddenly remembered Xiuxiu's vicious look again.
Thinking about it, if Xiu Xiu's career is more stable, with the relationship between Xin Xiuzhang and the woman yesterday, although she won't be rich and powerful, it should be able to keep her stable and smooth throughout her life.
But greed is not scary, what is scary is the malice wrapped around greed.
Song Jinyin did not regret dragging Xiuxiu into the water.
If she hadn't pretended to be ill that day, she would have disappeared without a trace.
Maybe no one would look for her yet. After all, she didn't have a mother who stayed by her side, nor an aunt who was strict but never let go.
The sound from behind continued.
Song Jinyin had already stepped out of the house and no longer paid attention to what was going on inside.
Several embroidery masters regard the embroidery studio as extremely important, and they also regard the nobles who can stabilize the reputation of the embroidery studio as extremely important.
But Xin Xiuzhang still spoke out for Xiuxiu, who had disappointed her before, while Wu Xiuzhang looked at it and was ready to stand up for the Xiu Niang below him.
Song Jinyin suddenly had another idea.
If Xiuxiu was not the one who was taken away, if the Xiu Zhangs knew about it, they might also ask.
Maybe this embroidery workshop is better than she thought.
...
When Pei Yanzhou brought hot soup, Song Jinyin was wrapped tightly in her arms and gnawing on a small dark green fruit she bought from somewhere.
Next to her was Lian Xiang, who had been looking at her with a frown. Seeing that she was quite enjoying the bite, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
"It's so sour. Are you really eating it for yourself, not to let the old man go home early?"
"Yes, but is it sour? I think it's just right."
Song Jinyin opened her eyes wide, stretched out her hand and handed one over, "How about you try it again?"
Lianxiang took a few steps back, and suddenly saw a man carrying a food box not far away.
"Well, over there, I seem to be looking for you."
Song Jinyin looked sideways and swallowed the juice in her mouth.
But she didn't react. She only glanced at him and turned back.
His movements were swift, without the slightest intention of speaking.
There was a slight movement in Pei Yanzhou's throat. Seeing that her eyes were indifferent as if she hadn't seen him, he finally took the initiative to step forward and said in a low voice, "Yin Yin, today, you haven't asked Dr. Mu to diagnose your pulse."
Song Jinyin frowned slightly.
She told him that he was not allowed to call Yin Yin, but this man was always so stubborn that it made people upset.
The cold wind fell on the cloak.
The blowing of some pieces of her hair also reminded her of Feng Qiyu who had suddenly barged in just now. Song Jinyin was about to leave, but she stopped at this moment.
Although Lianxiang on the side became curious about the sound, she didn't dare to listen more, so she stepped back in a hurry.
As soon as he retreated, he bumped into someone.
She turned around and saw that it was the gentle young man she had met last time.
"Girl, be careful."
"Many, thank you sir."
Cang Lin led everyone back to the side, and Lianxiang didn't dare to look at the people in front of her. She just thought silently in her heart and left the place in a hurry with a red face.
Lianxiang felt that it would be easy to make a mistake if she took one more look at such a noble and dignified young master from Kyoto.
