There are calculations everywhere, and the prefect's wife also has hesitations in her heart.
But now, she still hurried to the front hall and looked at the young master of the Yi family who was drinking tea with his eyes downcast in front of him with a kind face.
Not all business people are easily looked down upon, especially the Yi family in Luocheng.
It's just that although this young master of the Yi family looks handsome, he has a lot of romantic affairs on his hands.
The prefect's wife was originally dissatisfied and looked down upon the Yi family's status.
But seeing that the master valued her and that the Yi family was quite aware of it, she put on a little more airs.
Speaking of which, if the master didn't seem determined to marry his daughter to the Yi family, she would still prefer the Wang family with official positions. At least in terms of status, there is not much difference.
But no matter what, right now, she had to stabilize the person in front of her daughter first.
If Qiyu's leg is really bad, she may not be able to control other people in the Wang family's backyard in the future, but if she marries into the Yi family, as the legitimate daughter of the prefect, no one will dare to bully her.
The prefect’s wife thought clearly.
Therefore, when she saw the young master of the Yi family, she no longer showed her identity. Instead, she greeted him warmly and greeted him warmly, asking for his welfare.
...
Feng Qiyu's story has not spread.
Although Song Jinyin didn't know what was going on in the prefect's mansion, she wasn't too worried now that Miss Feng would cause trouble for her. What she was worried about was the future embroidery workshop.
It's just that the people around her can't see the faint sadness that flashes between her eyebrows.
Occasionally, people gathered around her because they wanted to see her famous skills in the embroidery workshop.
There were even a few old embroiderers who found an excuse to take a look, sighed that she looked beautiful, and then held her hand enthusiastically.
Song Jinyin had never seen such a battle before.
The smile on his face gradually became stiff because the visitor showed no intention of leaving.
"Anyone can do this embroidery, but if you really rely on this craft to make a living, you still need God to be generous and give you more skills! I didn't believe it at first, but now that I see Song Ci, I know that you are really so favored by God. What a lovely girl! Not only is she good-looking, but she also has such skillful hands!"
"Don't tell me, I just saw this embroidered picture. This girl Song Ci will only be more powerful than us old guys in the future! Wu Xiuzhang, you have found a treasure!"
During the years that Song Jinyin was in the Duke's Palace, most of what she suffered was falseness and perfunctory on the surface, or ridicule behind the scenes.
She saw very few people as enthusiastic as they were in person.
Not to mention, this was the first time for her to hear someone say that she was a girl favored by God.
For a moment, Song Jinyin felt at a loss.
She had doubted herself countless times in the darkness, and had also felt hatred, wondering whether the word bad luck had really fallen on her.
She didn't even dare to stop, because she was afraid that in that high-walled house where she couldn't see the future, she wouldn't even be able to carry her life.
But now, she is envied by others, held hands and sincerely praised, and she feels more and more kindness because of it.
All this passion opened a small hole in the high wall built in Song Jinyin's heart, and also bit by bit tore away the calmness and coldness on her face.
The warmth came in, dispersing the cold wind that had been hidden inside, giving her a different emotion, and she truly felt the word alive.
Song Jinyin pursed her lips, speechless for the first time due to shyness, and looked at the seat in front of her that had been vacant for a long time.
...
It took half an hour as soon as Lianxiang went out.
When she entered the embroidery workshop again, she held a package of green fruits in her hand. Song Jinyin's eyes widened when she saw it, and then she smiled until she narrowed into a crescent moon.
"Sour fruit... Did Sister Lianxiang go looking for it for me?"
Looking at those shining eyes, Lianxiang was embarrassed to say that this had nothing to do with her.
She just went out to try her luck. Unexpectedly, she didn't meet the old man from last time, but she did meet the young master from Kyoto City who made her obsessed.
The young master said that his surname was Lin and he was here to do business. Lianxiang didn't dare to listen too much. Seeing that he casually inquired about a few Song poems, he took the opportunity to talk about sour fruit.
Then the person next to him took over the job.
She stood there and looked at Mr. Lin's leaving figure.
While waiting for the sour fruit, I became a little more determined in my heart.
She wants to stand out.
Not to be with such a noble young master, but to have the opportunity to let her see the wider world, and to get a better look at his identity.
It's just that it's easy for people to misunderstand when you say this.
When Lianxiang saw the bright eyes of the person in front of her, she really couldn't express the throbbing feeling in her heart, so she had to look away.
As soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw an unfinished embroidery picture lying next to Song Ci.
After being found guilty by those dazzling water eyes, Lianxiang picked it up and looked at it, then turned away from the topic.
"You can eat your food with peace of mind... Is this style newly embroidered by you?"
"Well, I used it to practice with during the break."
Song Jinyin took a bite of the sour fruit and felt the juice bursting out. The fragrance lingered between her lips and teeth. She felt satisfied, and her stomach discomfort immediately improved a lot.
This moment of comfort made her a little unbelievable. The discomfort just now was actually because she was greedy.
What I am greedy for is this small and inconspicuous pickled sour fruit.
"You have energy. After finishing your daily work, you can still find time to do other things."
Lianxiang looked at the acupuncture techniques carefully and nodded with conviction.
It's useless to be jealous, she really can't achieve such skills and abilities now.
"Speaking of which, with your skills, you can go to a more powerful embroidery workshop... But ours is pretty good, and we still have a bit of a reputation."
Song Jinyin didn't take Lian Xiang's sigh to heart, but ate a whole sour fruit in small bites and curled her lips with satisfaction.
Seeing that the people in front of her were looking seriously, she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and asked, "Sister Lianxiang, are there any caravans from outside in Luo City?"
"Of course there are, not to mention far away, there should be quite a lot during this period, but most of the things in the caravan are jewelry, spices, and slave utensils. Only the nobles can afford it, not the same as us. What a relationship.”
Speaking of this, Lianxiang suddenly remembered the identity of the girl in front of her. She was annoyed that her memory was too poor, so she subconsciously changed her statement: "Actually, you may not be able to afford it. If you want to know, I can go and ask. How can I ask?" Got this?"
"I just suddenly remembered it, so I took the opportunity to ask, is there anything in Luo City that they can exchange for?"
"Lo City..."
Lianxiang frowned and thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"I'm not sure. I guess there's nothing. Caravans come here occasionally, but they don't stop much in Luo City. They should go straight to Kyoto."
As Song Jinyin listened, she unconsciously touched the sour fruit in her hand with her fingertips, then took another one and put it into her mouth, her thoughts wandering for a moment.
...
Next door to Song Jinyin's courtyard, Pei Yanzhou was sitting on the newly installed stone bench in the courtyard, looking at the rabbit in the cage in front of him, without making a sound for a long time.
In his hand was the second letter he received today, which was also related to Shen Yuhe.
It looks like the medicine has been found.
Moreover, in the letter he sent back to Kyoto, he also wrote that he planned to come to Luo City.
Pei Yanzhou's face was stern, and hostility flashed in his black eyes.
Such a city was nothing to Shen Yuhe, but he chose this place to rest.
If I hadn't come to see Song Jinyin, I wouldn't have been able to justify it.
It's just that although there was darkness in Pei Yanzhou's brows, he still suppressed Leng Li and resisted his obstructive thoughts.
With Shen Yuhe's medical skills alone, not only could he not be able to stop him, but he also had to protect him and arrange his life properly.
What's more, the courtyard where he lives now was snatched from Shen Yuhe's servant. He can't be on the stage or see the light of day.
"Master, this rabbit..."
The rabbit in the cage was still making a fuss, gnawing at the cage and jumping back and forth.
But as soon as Pei Yanzhou sat down, the little thing inside seemed to be enlightened and sat in the corner obediently, not daring to move.
"Someone will bring it to her later and tell her that she got it by chance. If she likes it, she can keep it. If she seems hesitant, she can take it back."
"Master, won't you hand it over to Miss Jin Yin personally?"
Cang Lin looked at the fat rabbit that his master had chosen for a long time, and hesitated for a long time before saying.
Most girls like these furry things, which look silly and festive.
If the master takes him there in person and uses these little things as an excuse to show his face, he may be able to dispel some of the not-so-good scenes in Miss Jinyin's memory.
But after hearing this, Pei Yanzhou's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be emotions surging in his dark eyes. There was a flash of struggle, and then it became quiet again, leaving only darkness.
"No need."
He spoke slowly.
The wind had been blowing for a long time, and the man's voice was dry and hoarse, mixed with the exhaustion of a sleepless night.
"It's good that this little thing can accompany her. If I go, she probably won't even look at it."
Cang Lin opened his mouth, but finally stopped trying to persuade her.
Pei Yanzhou focused his attention on Song Jinyin.
I just felt that waiting for her to turn around would be several times more difficult than trying to dismount someone in the court.
But he won't let go, and he never plans to let go.
But as soon as the secret message to the third prince was sent, people from Kyoto City came to Luo City.
The visitor did not find the prince at Qian Lai Inn, but saw the young master of the Lin family who had returned from outside, the eldest princess's only son and your majesty's most beloved nephew.
It's just that although this young master has sleepy eyes, his body is vaguely rosy, and beneath his elegant demeanor, he looks like he's having fun.
The visitor passed by him and saw that there were many people. He did not say hello, but continued to tell the people behind him to find the heir apparent of the Pei family.
Lin Jingxiu strode into the inn, took the opportunity to order a bottle of wine, and then walked inside leisurely.
"Go and tell the prince that the third prince's people are here and should be looking for him."
The corners of the man's raised lips were still open, showing an unruly expression.
Until the boy left behind him, he didn't have much fluctuation. He was so leisurely that he seemed to be really enjoying himself, but his peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed.
There must be turmoil in the court, otherwise the third prince would not be able to directly send his cronies to look for Pei Yanzhou.
