Song Jinyin didn't quite understand this sentence of letting you go.
She blinked her red and swollen eyes, and then looked steadily at the man in front of her.
Her mind was still not clear, but Song Jinyin remembered that it had been a long time since she had seen the pair of pure black eyes in front of her.
"I'll let you go, Yin Yin."
Pei Yanzhou's eyes were red and his heart was like a knife.
But when he said this, he reached out and pinched Song Jinyin's face, forcing a smile, as gentle as if he was afraid of scaring the girl in front of him.
"So don't be sad anymore, okay? My Yin Yin will really be a free girl from now on."
Hearing the word freedom, Song Jinyin's eyes were covered with a layer of fog, but it dissipated the next moment, leaving only a pair of wet eyes that continued to look at the man in front of her.
She still didn't understand.
She didn't know if she was dreaming, or if what Pei Yanzhou said about letting go this time was the same as what she thought about letting go.
After a long time, Pei Yanzhou's hand that was resting on her cheek moved again, brushing away the broken hair on the side for her, carefully and carefully.
No one knows the pain and forbearance in Pei Yanzhou's heart at this moment.
Only he knew that just those eyes of Song Jinyin, when they looked at him, could affect his whole body's blood.
As long as she didn't like it, he would be willing to restrain, restrain, or even let go for her, allowing himself to live in this world with no fixed place and no place to return.
He fell down and admitted it.
The two of them just looked at each other, and neither of them spoke again.
Until the door inside the house was opened, and the lady from the Sun family came in with medicine.
He didn't dare to look at the person on the bed, as if he felt a little guilty, he just lowered his head and put the medicine bowl into Pei Yanzhou's hand. He paused slightly when he turned around, and then hurriedly left.
There was still confusion in Song Jinyin's eyes.
Seeing the figure of Madam Sun, I originally wanted to call Sister Sun, but was aroused by the smell of the medicine, and the discomfort before going to bed came over me.
She hurriedly opened the quilt and didn't even have time to put on her coat. She pushed Pei Yanzhou away and vomited while holding the bucket.
But her stomach was empty, and her eyes were wet with tears that had just disappeared.
"Let Dr. Mu change the dressing! If you still can't swallow, let him..."
"Is what the prince said just now true?"
This discomfort came to her heart, and Song Jinyin completely woke up.
She stopped Pei Yanzhou's angry words, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, raised her eyes and looked at the man beside her, who was hurriedly putting on her coat.
It's rare to see Pei Yanzhou clumsy.
But at this moment, his coat was crookedly worn by him, and the hand that was originally holding her was raised and was brushing her black hair.
He didn't dare to move too much, but he was clumsy. He looked at one end but not the other. He was so anxious that his clear brows showed the eagerness that only a young man can have, and he could no longer be steady at all.
"The prince said to let me go, but what do I think?"
After hearing Song Jinyin's inquiry, Pei Yanzhou stopped very quickly, and then held her coat again.
He didn't look at her, only a handsome side face seemed to have fallen into the shadows, showing endless loneliness, and then he responded softly as he lowered his eyes.
"yes."
Song Jinyin stood up following the support, took the initiative to pick up the medicine on the table, held her breath, and drank it in one gulp.
Pei Yanzhou only thought that she was doing this to drive him away. The dull pain in his heart became clear again and again, and became more intense. In the end, he had to hold the table to stand firm.
For a long time, the man suppressed his discomfort. When he looked at her again, his eyebrows were as bright as ever, and only the red circles under his eyes were still there, faintly revealing his sadness.
"Spend another Chinese New Year with me, Yin Yin, you said that you must always be worthy of this acquaintance."
Pei Yanzhou spoke hoarsely, forcing a smile at the corner of his mouth, "I haven't spent the New Year's Eve with you properly in these years. This time, let's just fulfill my dream, okay? When I wake up from the dream, I will never... ....Trapped you."
Song Jinyin's mouth was filled with the bitterness of the medicinal materials.
She kept lowering her eyes without saying a word until she saw from the corner of her eye that the purse next to the jade pendant on the man's waist had been replaced by another one.
It doesn't look like a new thing, but there are no signs of being worn. It seems to have been stored for a long time, and there are slight wrinkles on it.
Song Jinyin looked at the small mark on the corner.
She recognized that today's work was also her craft.
"Why does the prince have so many purses embroidered by me?"
Song Jinyin spoke, the fatigue in her eyes dissipated a little, but she still lacked energy and her voice was a little soft.
In front of her was Pei Yanzhou's tall body, shrouding her whole body in shadow. He stretched out his hands to protect her, but left some space.
"I had people buy all the embroideries you sent to the shop that I could find. I also saw shoes, socks and clothing in your cabinet, together with the unfinished middle coat."
Pei Yanzhou stopped covering up.
He reached out and picked up the purse he had just put on yesterday, touched the green bamboo on it with his fingertips, and laughed at himself: "It's my fault. I later found out that you had spent so much thought on me, but in the end it was still too late. Some, I, failed to keep you.”
Song Jinyin saw the green bamboo on his purse and suddenly remembered that she had used green bamboo as her base for a long time because of his cold bamboo fragrance.
And this purse must have been an object from a long time ago, but he didn't expect that he could still find it.
Song Jinyin didn't say anything, and Pei Yanzhou didn't rush her. He just tightened her clothes with great patience and waited for her.
The room was getting warmer and warmer, and even though the wooden window was still open a crack, the cold wind could not dissipate the heat inside.
"I asked people to change all the mattresses. It will probably be more comfortable to lie on the bed now..."
"When will the Crown Prince return to Kyoto?"
The dark eyes that Pei Yanzhou avoided finally fell back on the face of the girl in front of him.
When the two of them were not talking, they could still hear the sound of wood burning in the kitchen next door.
But the silence didn't last long. Pei Yanzhou tried to reach out, put her broken hair behind her ears, and said what he said at the beginning.
"We will leave after handling the affairs of Feng Yi and his family. But you don't have to be upset. I... no matter whether you are willing to spend this New Year with me or not, I will never break your promise."
"good."
Song Jinyin nodded.
The memory of staying up until she was seven years old.
It was so far away that all the pictures were a little blurry, and in the years that followed, they were probably not considered good memories, so there was no need to remember them anymore.
Now that Pei Yanzhou spoke cautiously, the handsome man bent down because of her, and Song Jinyin actually felt a touch of sadness.
But there is only sadness.
When they got to where they are now, there were too many things mixed in between them. They all felt that the past was heavy, and they couldn't get rid of the past, so they couldn't look back.
Song Jinyin blinked her sore eyes, turned around and lay back. Because she was still a little weak, her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, but she was extremely well-behaved.
"What do you plan to do with the prince's courtyard in the future?"
"Are you agreeing to spend this New Year's Day with me and stay up late with me?"
Pei Yanzhou only heard the word "good" and asked again in disbelief.
The girl in front of him responded softly, and when she looked at him, her eyes lost the usual resistance and disgust.
There should have been bitterness, because she was so happy to let him go, but Pei Yanzhou seemed to have gotten everything he wanted most. He actually felt that being able to get the tenderness that she had not experienced in a long time was the happiest thing now. thing.
"Well, I'll stay up late in my courtyard and won't go to your place."
As soon as the person on the bed lay down, his eyelids felt heavy again, and he said in a daze, "Sister Sun doesn't have a husband, right? Maybe you asked her to come with you? There's also Brother Cang Lin, Sister Wanqing..."
Pei Yanzhou listened to Song Jinyin's voice getting lower and lower, tightened the mattress for her, smiled again with red eyes.
It turned out that being able to be with her was such a practical thing, but he had missed it for so many years, and now that he was in such a predicament, it made people just think of the word "deserved".
...
In the kitchen next door, Lin Jingxiu was wearing a brocade robe that looked a bit out of place and out of tune with everything around him.
He stretched his neck and listened for a long time, but for a long time he couldn't hear his name from the girl inside.
"It's time to stay up late the day after tomorrow. If she doesn't call me, is it possible for me to stay alone in the inn?"
Cang Lin threw a piece of firewood into the stove without looking at the noble young master, nor did he answer the question.
Although Miss Jin Yin could not be said to hold a grudge, she was scolded by the young master in public that day at the Qian Lai Inn. She did not think of him for a moment, so it was not a strange thing.
Now he is not worried about the young master being alone, he just doesn't dare to think about what his master will be like if he is really separated from Miss Jin Yin once the New Year is over.
Just as he was thinking about it, Lin Jingxiu next to him suddenly turned his head and looked at Junior Sister Shen Yuhe who was squatting in the corner and warming himself by the fire. He didn't know what he was thinking.
The two of them were somewhat at odds with each other because of the collision.
But although Lin Jingxiu was annoyed by her recklessness and lack of etiquette, he was also curious about the poison in her hands.
"Hey, you don't have anywhere to go? Why don't I, my lord, forget the faults of others..."
"Farewell, Master Lin."
Li Wanqing glanced at him and sneered, "I am the sister Wanqing that Miss Jinyin talks about. The only one who has no place to go is you, Master Lin."
