Song Jinyin did not expect to see Lin Jingxiu in the embroidery workshop.
The person who came was wearing a luxurious fox fur coat and a purple round-collared robe underneath. The corners of the robe had complicated patterns, and one could tell at a glance that he was a noble person.
The person who came here was not even half-covered, and was showing off all the way with his entourage.
Seeing someone stop in front of her, which caused a lot of discussion among others, Song Jinyin did not show any embarrassment, but only looked calm.
Ever since she refused the things Cang Lin had sent in time and again today, she knew that her presence in this embroidery workshop would arouse speculation from others.
Originally, she wanted to hide something for the sake of the child in her belly, but now, she didn't care about anything, and she would not be forced to take a step back by them again.
"Miss Song Ci, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
Lin Jingxiu's smile did not diminish, and he acted politely.
In the past, Song Jinyin would never be embarrassed when seeing people being polite, but today she lost her patience.
She pointed at her throat and smiled apologetically, but her eyes were filled with indifference.
"Young ladies can't say much today. What Mr. Lin wants to say is about the embroidery workshop?"
"Not entirely."
"Then I'll forgive the inconvenience to the common women."
Without any hesitation, Song Jinyin lowered her eyes and blessed her body.
Because he spoke a little slowly, his tone was a little softer, but when the visitor heard it, he could still hear the determination without negotiation.
After thinking about it, he sighed lightly, not caring about the lotus fragrance next to him, his eyebrows narrowed a little, and he lowered his voice and became more serious.
"Yesterday, he drank all night because of the girl."
Lin Jingxiu was stunned for a moment when he saw that the expression of the girl in front of him had not changed and her eyes were cold, with a coldness similar to that of Pei Yanzhou.
If their identities hadn't caused trouble at the beginning, the two of them would actually be quite a match.
"I don't mean to blame the girl."
Lin Jingxiu regained consciousness and coughed lightly.
"I just want to tell the girl that instead of being frozen with him every day, it is better to eat well and drink well. Maybe the girl can endure it a little longer. When he can no longer bear it, he can restore her innocence for a few days."
"Besides, there is someone above him who is keeping an eye on him. He won't be forced to stay in Luo City for long. The girl really doesn't have to resist him like that, and there's no need to hurt her body for it."
Song Jinyin then raised her eyes to look at him, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, thinking about the meaning of his words.
After a while, she took two steps back without speaking, but with a smile on her lips.
He neither refused nor agreed, but still refused to accept the things Cang Lin had sent to him.
"My voice makes it difficult for me to speak. Mr. Lin, please help yourself."
When she came to the embroidery workshop today, Song Jinyin only said that her throat was uncomfortable due to the cold wind.
She never opened Li Wanqing's medicine bottle, just waiting to try to sprinkle some more if the pain was severe when eating for lunch.
It's just that before I had time to eat this food, as soon as I stopped what I was doing, I was disturbed by those Xuanwei and I didn't have any leisure time.
Now Lin Jingxiu came to the embroidery workshop in person. It sounded like he was helping her, but in fact he just wanted to persuade her to accept the food and medicinal foods from outside.
As for the reason, it was probably because of Pei Yanzhou who had been drinking all night.
I want him to feel at ease first and not have to destroy his body like that.
Song Jinyin lowered her eyes and looked through her sleeves, as if looking at the wrist that was red from his grip yesterday.
They all wanted to make him feel at ease, but Song Jinyin just wanted to make herself feel at ease.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Lin Jingxiu knew that he couldn't continue talking, so he had to mention another important matter today.
"Miss Jinyin, wait a minute. I want to order some embroidery here. I'm really not familiar with it. Can I come with you and take a look at it?"
Seeing that Song Jinyin's expression finally changed, as if hesitant, Lin Jingxiu said again: "Young lady, you don't have to speak, just guide the way."
Originally, he would not like such a small embroidery workshop, no matter how famous it was.
It's just that if the girl in front of him stays here for a day, the embroidery workshop will have to run smoothly for a day, so he still comes here.
She thought that if she could persuade her a little more, she might be able to break the current deadlock between her and Pei Yanzhou, so that things wouldn't go on like this.
But the girl in front of him actually shook her head.
"The embroidery masters in the workshop should be here soon. If Mr. Lin really wants to see the embroidery, please wait a moment."
As soon as he finished speaking, several figures walked towards the end of the corridor, walking fast but not chaotically.
Lianxiang who was standing by was confused, but she realized what she was doing after Song resigned a few steps.
Mr. Lin, who came to the embroidery workshop to look at the embroidery, must be related to that noble man, otherwise Song Ci would not have opened his mouth to refuse.
But even though the embroidery shop had its goods and clothes returned, it still couldn't continue without money. Lianxiang didn't understand why she specially invited Mr. Lin to do such a circle.
Her floating thoughts stopped when the Xiuzhangs arrived, and she followed Song Jinyin to one side.
"It's freezing outside. Whether you're reminiscing with Song Ci or choosing embroidery, sir, why don't you go sit inside first and warm yourself up?"
The two embroidered palms of Xin and Wu came. Seeing the grandeur of the newcomers, their hearts sank, and then they looked at Song Ci calmly next to them.
It wasn't until they saw her calmness that the two of them felt relieved.
"My old friend is inconvenienced today, so let's take a look at the embroidery first."
"None of the clothes on the young master's body are vulgar. I'm not afraid of the young master's jokes when talking about it. Although our embroidery workshop has skills, if we really want to compare with the clothes on the young master's body, I'm afraid..."
"Embroidered palm has good eyesight. This thing I have is indeed no ordinary object."
Lin Jingxiu glanced at Song Jinyin who had stopped talking.
Knowing that things related to Pei Yanzhou could only be mentioned next time, he returned to his initial arrogance, lowered his eyes and chuckled: "It's a reward from the palace, so the embroidery masters don't need to take the objects from the embroidery workshop. Compared to what’s on me.”
Lin Jingxiu spoke calmly, without any intention of showing off, and was extremely casual.
Except for Song Jinyin, everyone who heard it was stunned.
The embroiderers in the palace were the most skilled ladies in the entire Great Xia Dynasty. They only worked for His Majesty and the other ladies in the palace, a status they could not even imagine.
Although the person in front of them does not look ordinary noble, in this world, there are only a handful of people who can go into the palace and reward him. Thinking about it, this person's status is more noble than they could imagine.
Even though the two Xiuzhangs had experienced a lot of ups and downs, they couldn't help but panic when they heard these words.
For a moment, several people took a breath and did not dare to relax even a little bit.
But very quickly, Wu Xiuzhang spoke first and invited people into the room again.
Lin Jingxiu did not shirk. He looked very gentle and spoke very well. He took only one entourage and followed him onto the corridor.
"He, how can he wear the clothes that come out of the palace..."
When Song Jinyin looked away, she happened to see Lianxiang looking at Lin Jingxiu's back in a trance, muttering to herself.
The sparkling eyes contain doubts and longing, like stars falling in summer, hiding secrets that the girl cannot tell.
Song Jinyin's heart sank slightly.
This throbbing was not unfamiliar to her, she had seen it countless times.
Xu Youyi at that time, the cautious Cuiyu later, and even myself in the bronze mirror all reflected this appearance.
But she knew very well that Lin Jingxiu couldn't do it.
Not to mention his temperament of treating every girl equally, and his sincerity. Just talking about his identity can only be described as "not good".
If Pei Yanzhou was really willing to give up his help, he might be able to forcefully marry the person he wanted to marry as he said, but that was impossible for Lin Jingxiu.
Above him is the eldest princess, the emperor, and he has a royal status.
Even the concubines who will be taken into the palace in the future will definitely be girls from the families of high-ranking officials in Kyoto.
Not to mention that he himself is a young man who loves romance.
If Lianxiang is not allowed to wake up now, she is afraid that she will only sink deeper and hurt herself.
"Song Ci, who is he? He looks so powerful? Even the Xiuzhangs who have seen a lot of the world are almost speechless when they see him."
Lianxiang's soft question interrupted Song Jinyin's thoughts.
She came back to her senses and looked at Lin Jingxiu who was walking away.
I heard that Lin Jingxiu did not hide his identity when he came to Luo City this time, and he was extremely conspicuous wherever he went. If not, Pei Yanzhou would not really let him come to the embroidery workshop for such a trip.
Song Jinyin pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, then pulled the person aside and looked at Lian Xiang in front of her, her voice became a little deeper.
"He is the eldest princess's son."
After a pause, Song Jinyin's voice was extremely slow, and as she looked into those eyes that flickered between bright and dark, she added, "The nephew of the current emperor."
The light in Lianxiang's eyes dissipated little by little, and her whole body froze in place, unable to react for a long time.
She could no longer think about how powerful the eldest princess's son and the emperor's nephew really was.
She only knew that her heart had just seen the dazzling sun, and it was as if it had been pulled back to the bottom of the well. She could only see the dark and cold walls of the well and the small area above her head.
"He actually has such a noble status..."
Lianxiang murmured, laughing and sighing at her excellent vision, but at the same time she felt sad and wanted to cry.
For such a powerful person, even if she leaves Luo City and goes to Kyoto someday, she still won't be able to see him openly in her lifetime.
"Song Ci, he really..."
"yes."
The pain in Song Jinyin's mouth was really severe, so she simply poured some medicine into her mouth, then took Lian Xiang's hand and felt her originally warm palm getting colder.
"He didn't show off like this when he came to Luo City. He was already such a dazzling figure in Kyoto City."
Song Jinyin said seriously, but the words she just wanted to persuade her to give up suddenly stopped in her throat, as if she thought of something, she suddenly turned around and said, "If you really have other thoughts, it is better to become the embroiderer of Kyoto City first. "
People always have something to look forward to.
Just like she had the intention to leave, which was why she survived every punishment in the Duke's Mansion.
"I have no other thoughts."
After a while, Lianxiang regained her clarity, smiled at Song Jinyin, and looked at the long corridor that was no longer empty.
"I was just confused for a moment, but I must go to Kyoto City."
After a pause, Lianxiang let out a long sigh of relief, suppressed the sourness in her heart, and then looked back at the girl in front of her.
"To know such a person, Song Ci, you must be someone who can scare people to death."
"It's hard to say, maybe it will really scare you."
Song Jinyin's eyebrows curved and she suddenly smiled meaninglessly.
