Early the next morning, Song Jinyin saw Xin Xiuzhang again.
Standing under the eaves of the corridor, I don't know what I am thinking. His face is still haggard, but his body is straighter and his eyes have regained their sternness.
But compared to before, it was not difficult to see that she was tired.
"Song Ci."
It wasn't until she saw Song Jinyin approaching that she came back to her senses. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, obviously she had not slept all night.
And Song Jinyin couldn't help but cough.
After all, the wind blew yesterday, and even though Doctor Mu was waiting to check her pulse when she got off the carriage, she still felt a little itchy in her throat when she woke up this morning.
"Song Ci, come with me."
Xin Xiuzhang smiled at her, as if he was trying his best to express her kindness, but Song Jinyin still saw bitterness in that smile.
She followed him quickly.
"Xiuxiu was targeted by Miss Feng this time. It's her...who deserves it, right?"
Song Jinyin did not respond.
She thought Xin Xiuzhang had some guesses, but she couldn't get a detailed answer from Xiu Xiu's mouth.
But no matter what the reason was, she no longer wanted to pay attention to it.
This was not something that should have fallen on her.
Speaking of it, she just suffered an unnecessary disaster. In the end, she was targeted by Feng Qiyu after going around in circles, which caused her stability to be shaken again.
"Song Ci, I called you here today because I want to seriously make amends with you."
After entering the room, Xin Xiuzhang turned to look at her, and then bent towards her.
Song Jinyin turned sideways and frowned: "Xin Xiuzhang doesn't owe me anything, there's no need for this."
"Xiuxiu called me aunt in private. Even if I am disappointed in her, I will do my best to protect her. Therefore, I should take care of her and my previous negligence in this matter. I also apologize for my strong plea to you yesterday using my identity as Xiuzhang."
"Although I don't know the reason for this, I think it has something to do with that spring shirt. It's because I didn't deal with her thoughts well, and I didn't take into account the relationship between the two of you in the future."
Song Jinyin didn't expect Xin Xiuzhang to say such words.
She looked at the sincerity in the eyes of the person in front of her, and her slightly opened lips were stunned for a moment.
But very quickly, she came back to her senses, lowered her eyes and said, "I am willing to accept everything else Xin Xiuzhang said, but only Xiuzhang said he would apologize for her... No matter what she meant, Whether it's Xin Xiuzhang's words to calm things down, please forgive me, I don't want to reconcile with Xiu Xiu."
After a pause, Song Jinyin remembered Xin Xiuzhang's concern for Xiu Xiuniang, and then continued: "It's just that I also want to promise Xin Xiuzhang that if she and I continue to be in the same room in the future, we will definitely not mention the old things again. As long as she doesn't come looking for me, I won't be the one who takes the lead."
"I didn't think carefully..."
The reluctance to reconcile gave Xin Xiu confirmation in his palm.
She didn't want to think of Xiuxiu in such a terrible way, but the few words in Xiuxiu's mouth last night confirmed intermittently that this girl did have the intention of pushing people into the fire pit.
The weathered woman sighed, and her straight back suddenly bowed slightly, as if the force of her support had been relieved.
"Don't worry, she won't enter the embroidery workshop again from now on."
Xin Xiuzhang spoke with difficulty. Song Jinyin raised her eyes and listened to her choked words as she continued: "Xiu Xiu is crazy. That's why I thought of coming to make amends with you on her behalf. It's because I didn't consider you." The situation..."
When leaving, Song Jinyin's palms were a little moist.
She was still somewhat sad.
The complexity in her heart turned into heavy boulders, one after another weighing her down, making her think of the arrogant Feng Qiyu for a moment, and the vicious eyes of Xiuxiu when she deceived her.
In fact, there seems to be no difference between the two of them.
As long as someone has an identity, he can do whatever he wants to release the malice in his heart.
The other one has to be careful, wrapping malice in every plan out of greed in his heart.
Song Jinyin walked back.
The embroiderer in the room occasionally joked and joked, which was no different from before.
Even the few people who were close to Xiuxiu at the beginning never mentioned her name again in just a few days, and they seemed to have never been in contact with her. They occasionally came to talk to her, and they seemed to have known each other for a long time.
Song Jinyin took a deep breath and finally calmed down.
Just as she was about to step inside, Lianxiang pulled her to one side.
"Hey, I tell you, Xiu Xiu is crazy!"
"I heard what Xin Xiuzhang said."
When she heard it again, Song Jinyin lost the heaviness she felt just now, and only looked at Lian Xiang calmly.
"Sister Lianxiang also knows so quickly."
"Some of the embroiderers I know live near Xiuxiu's house, but you can still be so calm after knowing it. You are indeed a person who does great things!"
"What big thing can I do, it's just to take over a clothes-making job with you, Sister Lianxiang..."
Before they finished speaking, the two of them looked a little more serious.
Last night the embroidery masters went out to ask for someone like this, which could probably be regarded as a quarrel. This spring shirt will probably be even worse in the future.
But in the next moment, the two of them looked relaxed, not knowing whether to comfort themselves or each other.
Lianxiang spoke first and shrugged needlessly.
"Anyway, the deposit has been collected. Let's do our thing. If the sky falls... the embroidery workshop will hold us up. The worst is that we won't take any jobs from the prefect's mansion in the future. As long as we have the skills!"
"Sister Lianxiang said, as long as we have the skills."
Song Jinyin kept smiling, but there was a new thought in her heart.
If she really offended Miss Feng, she would probably not be too merciful to the embroidery workshop if she wanted to use herself to find out information about Pei Yanzhou.
If that big girl loses her interest by then, she may turn back and oppress the embroidery workshop.
But Song Jinyin just thought about it.
She didn't have much ambition, she just wanted to live a stable life and raise her children well.
But now this idea began to waver in her mind, especially after Lianxiang shouted out her ambition that day and vowed that she would get ahead.
People could live in both the Sanjin courtyard and the dilapidated small courtyard, but Song Jinyin thought that since she couldn't escape being targeted, she might as well rely on her own ability to stand taller and more firmly.
Just as she was thinking about it, Song Jinyin couldn't help but cough again and bent over slightly, causing her stomach to churn.
Her face turned pale, and she raised her hand to support the person next to her.
"What's wrong? You're so good, don't scare me!"
"Nothing, I just want to eat the sour fruit from last time."
Lian Xiang felt relieved again. Just hearing the sour fruit made her whole body tremble, and she couldn't help but sour water coming out of her mouth.
"What a strange taste..."
Just saying that, Lianxiang still remembered to look for an opportunity to talk to that noble man.
Because the sour fruit is not valuable, not many people sell it outside. Especially at this time, the pickled fruit is even more sour and no one eats it when it is given away.
"You go back inside and clean up first, and I'll go out and take a look."
...
At this time, the Taishou Mansion.
Feng Qiyu had smashed everything at hand, but it was still not enough.
The fear in her heart was mixed with anger, and she wanted to smash everything in sight to pieces.
Even the maid who came close to serve her was either smashed to pieces or slapped hard by her.
"They are all useless quacks! How dare you come to this girl to see her laugh, don't you? Come on! Pull me out! Beat me hard!"
The prefect's wife came in a hurry. She didn't dare to let the master in front of her know. She was afraid that the mother and daughter would take the opportunity to take advantage of it, so she deliberately suppressed some news.
However, seeing that her daughter's condition in front of her was getting worse and worse, and the several doctors she had invited were helpless, she had no choice but to send someone to invite the master back home.
But except for saying to see the doctor first, she has never been able to see the master.
"Go get me a doctor again! Invite all the famous doctors in Luo City! My son is so good, how could he lose both legs!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
The prefect's mansion was in chaos.
Feng Qiyu had just relaxed a little under her mother's comfort when a maid came in to report.
"Girl, the young master of the Yi family came to visit with a gift. He said that the last time the girl came to visit him, he was in the business house and he was unable to receive the girl in person. Today he came here to apologize."
"Who wants that man named Yi to apologize! Who is he? Drive him away! I don't want to see him!"
"Wait a minute."
The prefect's wife raised her hand and stopped the maid's retreat.
Although she didn't know anything about the officialdom, she knew very well that she couldn't show this attitude towards the young master of the Yi family based on his politeness to the Yi family.
Especially Saitama's illness came out of nowhere.
If this leg is really difficult to get better in the future, it will be extremely difficult to get married. She can no longer allow her daughter to be willful and push others away.
"Take the young master of the Yi family to the front hall, and I will go there myself."
"Mother!"
Feng Qiyu was not convinced, but he stopped talking because of the glare from the prefect's wife. He had no choice but to pick up the hot water handed to him by the maid next to him and smashed it out again. He was furious.
...
At this time, in another courtyard of the Prefecture, Feng Mengling was holding a hand stove and sitting next to a young woman, pouting as if she was dissatisfied.
"Mom, why are you helping to publicize the marriage between Feng Qiyu and the young master of the Yi family? If she really married such a rich man..."
"Silly girl, based on your father's current plan, if she doesn't marry, I guess you will have to marry her! That's a romantic dandy, and he also occupies the word "Shang". Are you willing?"
Feng Mengling was a little hesitant, but the Yi family was too rich and she didn't want Feng Qiyu's life to be so smooth.
"Don't worry, just because the eldest daughter of the prefect is marrying into the Yi family, Feng Qiyu will be angry for a long time, not to mention that the backyard of the young master of the Yi family will only be chaotic."
The young woman chuckled lightly and tapped the crystal clear balm in the box with her jade fingers.
"Just coax your father and pick a promising official young master, and you can easily overpower her."
