The visitor is the nanny from the mansion.
Although he had seen many scenes with his wife, when he saw the dying person on the ground, the visitor couldn't help but turn away his head.
"Miss, there are several women kneeling outside our house, and several respected old gentlemen from Luo City have come, saying that they are here to ask the girl to let her go. The master lost his temper because of this, and asked you to quickly settle this matter. thing!"
"How many women and old gentlemen? You really dare to threaten me, what a gold and jade embroidery workshop!"
Feng Qiyu stared over.
But the people on the ground suddenly laughed softly, and more and more tears were shed, like broken beads, staining the entire ground.
Feng Qiyu was so upset by her laughter that she picked up the wooden stick lying beside her and hit the person on the ground as if she was angry.
"Girl! The master is really angry this time, girl, think twice!"
The grandma who came here was not like the maid who was waiting for her. She had a higher status and could speak more easily.
Seeing that the girl in front did not listen to the advice, the visitor had no choice but to reach out to stop her.
But in the end it was still a step too late.
The people on the ground were knocked unconscious by a stick, and their life or death was uncertain.
"Aren't you here to get someone? Just throw it out to them!"
Feng Qiyu's arrogance was staggering, but the maids just lowered their heads and didn't dare to look more.
The drizzle outside gradually became heavier, and the howling cold wind, coupled with the sound of dead branches in the yard, made the people who had just come out of the house shiver and shiver.
Several people were still frightened by the cruelty of the young girl just now.
Coupled with the current scene, fear inevitably arises in my heart.
"ah!"
There was a scream, and someone's feet slipped, and they jumped forward, knocking down the people next to them.
Feng Qiyu was not spared either. He directly hit his face on the ground and fell like a dog.
But before her anger could turn into reprimand, her face suddenly looked like she was surprised, and she screamed repeatedly.
"My legs, my legs!"
The maids next to him stood up in a panic. They didn't know what happened, but they subconsciously wanted to help the person up.
But Feng Qiyu himself couldn't use any strength, and the person who lost his strength was several times heavier than usual, and several maids couldn't help him at all.
Feng Qiyu could only watch helplessly as the person next to her lifted her up and then dropped her due to weakness.
again and again.
Even her bun was knocked to the ground and began to fall apart. Her golden hairpins were scattered all over the place, looking awkward and funny.
"Idiots! They are all idiots!"
Under the rainy night, there were constant cursing, and Feng Qiyu suddenly lost consciousness in one of his legs.
A terrible idea suddenly sprouted, and panic gradually spread to her heart, causing her eyes that were originally full of viciousness to be suddenly covered with panic.
...
At this time, outside the prefect's mansion.
Xin Xiuzhang was kneeling in front of her in the rain, next to Xiuxiu's mother, and on the other side were the other two embroidery masters in the embroidery workshop, and several old men invited from nowhere.
The old man came out, sighed and shook his head, and then was helped into the carriage.
The boy who went in to ask for instructions handed over two umbrellas and said nothing again. He occasionally poked his head out to take a look, but he never made any other move.
The hope on several people's faces dimmed little by little until it dissipated.
"Xin Xiuzhang, I told you that I probably can't help. After all, Miss Feng came to see me just on a whim and she is not familiar with me at all."
Song Jinyin held an umbrella and stood beside her.
She did not kneel down, nor did she intend to speak for Xiuxiu.
When she came here tonight, Xin Xiuzhang almost knelt down in front of her, together with her sister, Xiuxiu's mother.
At that time, Song Jinyin refused without any hesitation.
Not to mention that she had nothing to do with Feng Qiyu. Even if there was a relationship between the two, she would never stand up for Xiuxiu.
"It's because I'm too impatient that I force you to come here...it's not me..."
Xin Xiuzhang apologized and looked at the sister next to him as if he was about to faint from crying. The usually serious woman couldn't hold back anymore and supported the crying person and kept wiping her tears.
Song Jinyin originally wanted to leave but stopped.
She stretched her umbrella to the side to cover the two poor women from the drizzle.
The long rainy night seemed to turn the identity gap into a huge painting.
Cruel, yet extremely clear in front of everyone’s eyes.
The door of the prefect's mansion opened and closed.
No one cares who is behind the scenes, and no one cares whether the person crying behind the scenes is dead or alive.
Song Jinyin looked at the dark red wooden door, and suddenly remembered Ye Wanqiu's contemptuous look in Kyoto.
This is identity.
This is also the reason why she doesn't want to get involved with the noble man anymore.
Just as he was thinking about it, a figure holding an umbrella ran faintly from the distance, with his black hair still a little messy.
But the person who came didn't care about anything. He was holding an oil paper bag in his other hand.
It wasn't until she got closer that Song Jinyin saw clearly that it was Lian Xiang who was panting.
"Don't look at me like that!"
Lian Xiang saw the surprised expressions on the face of the person in front of her, and was a little embarrassed by the light in her eyes, so she stuffed the steaming pancake in her hand.
"I originally didn't want to accompany you to trouble the nobles, lest you be resented and implicate me."
Lianxiang still didn't look at her when she spoke. She just curled her lips and let out a sigh of relief as she spoke.
"But we are doing the same job now, grasshoppers on the same boat. I just came to see you, so that you don't get sick and still can't do the job."
"Yes, yes, sister Lianxiang can handle it best. From now on, I will live with sister Lianxiang."
Song Jinyin blinked, as if fine snow had drifted in, and her eyes felt moist for a moment.
On a day like this, just by looking at the steaming bag of pancakes in my arms, I could tell how fast the girl in front of me was running.
Song Jinyin never thought that she would meet such a girl in the embroidery workshop, and she never thought that this girl was actually Lian Xiang, who had a disagreement with her at the beginning.
Everything in front of her eyes made Song Jinyin feel dazed.
Including today, in order to save the embroidery girl in the workshop, the other two embroidery masters invited people to the prefect's mansion regardless of the wind and rain.
He doesn't care who the person he wants to save is just to exchange for a girl's last hope of survival.
Even if this hope is too slim.
The door in front was finally opened again.
A few boys inside carried one person out, put him outside, and then entered the prefect's mansion without looking back.
No one knew whether the Xiuxiu who was carried out was alive or dead, but this confrontation finally came to an end.
...
When leaving, Song Jinyin looked up at the sleepy sky.
The drizzle was probably mixed with drifting snow, and it filled the whole city of Luo.
She raised her hand and rubbed her belly.
Although she didn't help, her willingness to follow had already made Xin Xiu take note of her feelings.
And with today's incident, even if the embroidery masters knew about her pregnancy earlier, they should be able to get more work and do it at home very smoothly.
This was the reason why she came here in the end.
But at this moment, in addition to her calculations, she felt a little bit inexplicably happy.
Fortunately, when she came, she saw the embroidered palm that was different from what she had imagined, and also saw the lotus scent that came in a hurry for her.
"Why are you still standing there? It's such a cold day, be careful of getting cold!"
Lianxiang tugged at Song Ci, who was looking up in a daze, but as soon as she finished speaking, she saw the carriage waiting at the corner in front, and then she patted her head violently, with annoyance.
She actually forgot that there was such a noble person behind Song Ci.
It's better now, she rushed here in a hurry and had to go back alone in the rain.
"I wouldn't have come looking for you if I had known better. It would have been a waste of time..."
"How can this trip be in vain? I'm most afraid of rain at night."
Song Jinyin came back to her senses and reached out to hold her, "I'll go back with Sister Lianxiang."
It was something she never imagined that Lianxiang would come here to look for her in the rain. Now she neither wanted to see Pei Yanzhou, nor would she leave him behind and ride the carriage alone.
Just as I was thinking about it, the driver came down and called Miss Jinyin.
It's Kurin.
"Girl, please get in the carriage first. The wind and snow are strong. If you catch the wind and cold, you will be in trouble."
Seeing that the person in front of him didn't mean to nod, Cang Lin immediately added: "The master is not on the carriage, so don't worry, the girl will go up. The sisters who are taking the girl with them are also allowed to do so."
Lian Xiang had never ridden in such a spacious carriage.
Hearing this, she hurriedly tugged on the sleeves of the person next to her and said unceremoniously: "Let me take a ride in a rich man's carriage in advance. If it's comfortable, I'll buy a ten-eight carriage when I turn around." !”
Song Jinyin chuckled at her words, and the two of them carefully stepped on the horse stools and got into the carriage.
It was warm and cozy inside, and there were all kinds of pastries on the small table, as if it was isolated from the outside.
"Girl, are you sitting still?"
"Well, thank you for your hard work, Brother Canglin."
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage began to move slowly and gradually moved away from here.
Under the cold night, a big horse behind also moved its hooves, making a chirping sound, and followed the carriage in front step by step.
The man's crane cloak was already stained with raindrops and fine snow, and the white mist between his breaths made his clear brows and eyes appear faintly, adding a bit of coldness.
Only when he saw the people in the carriage did the coldness dissipate a little.
In fact, from the moment Song Jinyin stood in front of the prefect's mansion holding an umbrella alone, Pei Yanzhou hid in the darkness and looked at her quietly.
He did not step forward or take her away from the rain by force, but stayed with her until dark.
He thought Song Jinyin probably had other plans in mind.
Otherwise, with her temperament, she would never be blowing the cool breeze here for such a person.
Not to mention she was pregnant.
Even if she was willing to endure hardship herself, she would never be willing to let the child in her belly accompany her like this.
Thinking of this, Pei Yanzhou has been restraining his urge to take her away.
He wanted to get to know Song Jinyin.
I want her to feel free to do whatever she wants to do, and I want her to see a little change in him.
She even wanted to let Song Jinyin know that for her, Pei Yanzhou could give in countless times.
