Shi Yan nodded slightly and said, "I have something to say to the master of the house. Can you let me in to talk? It won't take long, at most half a cup of tea."
Song Heng said a word of praise, turned to look at Feng Gui, and went to the study.
Feng Gui was such a shrewd person. He immediately understood and walked towards Shi Yanwei with a lantern, lighting the way for her and making a gesture of invitation.
After entering the study room, Feng Gui closed the door, told Shang Lu to step back, and guarded himself in the corridor, not letting anyone approach.
Song Heng sat on the pear blossom wood Taishi chair in front of the case. A pair of phoenix eyes roamed Shi Yanwei's face, his deep gaze fixed on her peach blossom eyes, and he said loudly: "Ms. Yang, you don't have to be so restrained. Even if you have anything to say, , just sit down and say it.”
Shi Yan said softly and sat down on the armchair against the wall. His back was thin but he did not bend down even half an inch. He asked calmly: "Does the master still remember that there is a second-class maid named Yin Zhu in Erniang's house?"
Song Heng didn't remember the maid named Yin Zhu at first, because she often hung out with Shi Yanwei and met her several times, so she had some impression of her.
But I saw him pondering for a moment, thinking for a while, and nodded his chin slightly.
Shi Yanwei was about to continue talking when he suddenly heard a dull thunder sound coming from the window. Dark clouds covered the moon. A strong wind came in through the window and blew out several candles on the crane lampstand. The light in the room suddenly dimmed. She was startled, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
Song Heng's night vision ability was far beyond ordinary people's, not to mention that there were two lamps burning in the room at this moment. He noticed her small movement and called Feng Gui to come in, close the window, and ask him to get a fire. Zhezi will light the extinguished candle.
Feng Gui finished all this quietly and retreated lightly.
The clouds outside the window were low, and thousands of raindrops fell down in an instant, dripping on the branches and leaves of the black bamboo, making a thin sound.
Shi Yanwei listened to the pitter-pattering sound, calmed down, and opened his mouth slightly: "I have known Yinzhu for several months, and I know that she does not care about glory and wealth. I just waited for the second mother to leave the pavilion and let her out of the garden. She found a man she liked and got married, even if it was just a simple meal, she accepted it. However, a few days ago, the uncle of the family owner somehow got attracted to her and wanted to take her as a concubine. She, Aye, was treating her parents like her at the moment. The pressure of their fates forces people to live or die for a while, and to enter a Taoist temple and become a Taoist nun..."
"If I hadn't heard that my mother-in-law was seriously ill and had gone to the Wang family, I might have caused some trouble right now."
Shi Yan said slightly, then looked sideways to observe his expression carefully. Seeing that his expression had not changed at all, he couldn't help but put on his hat: "I, Su Wen, the master of the family is an upright, upright, and respectful gentleman. There is no room for such scandalous things; besides, Yin Zhu has always had an idea in his heart. If someone is really killed, it will not be a glorious thing after all, if the elder takes a fancy to the maid in the younger generation's house and wants to rape him. If you lose face, I'm afraid it will also damage the dignity of the second mother. How can a girl who has not yet left the court withstand such a thing?"
At this point, Song Heng finally figured out that Mrs. Yang had a close friendship with the maid named Yinzhu. Yinzhu was willing to tell her such private matters, and she was willing to put down her feelings for him for Yinzhu. Afraid of finding him...
Song Heng stood up in an instant and strolled up to Shi Yanwei with his hands behind his back. As he approached her, he lowered his eyes and met Shi Yanwei's gaze, as if he wanted to see into her heart through her clear eyes. .
Shi Yanwei was inexplicably flustered and uneasy because of his approach. She always felt that the way he looked at her tonight was no longer as dignified as before. Her heart beat a beat faster, and her hands on her knees clenched involuntarily. Clothing material.
"Since it's a matter in a certain uncle's house, why doesn't Madam Yang go find Mrs. Gao or Mrs. Tai to come forward?" Song Heng asked in a deep voice, his expression dark and unclear.
In the candlelight, the man stood in the backlight, and the falling shadow completely covered Shi Yanwei's body, as if a ferocious beast was staring at a panicked deer.
Although Shi Yanwei was afraid of him, she didn't care much about Yin Zhu at this moment. She raised her eyes to meet his probing gaze without showing any timidity in front of him.
"Mrs. Gao is the second mother's biological daughter. If she gets angry and stirs up the matter, it will cause trouble. Mrs. Gao is already old and she should take good care of her health. If she gets angry and harms her body because of this incident, it will be difficult for me. Abdicate the blame. The head of the Kuang family has always been vigorous and resolute in his actions, and he also has the demeanor to remain unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai. In my humble opinion, it is most appropriate for the head of the family to make the final decision on this matter."
Song Heng twitched the corners of his lips, half-smiling: "Ms. Yang came here to talk to me about that maid, and she actually said more to me than she did to me before."
Shi Yanwei was a little confused after hearing such irrelevant words, and he naturally had some doubts. Just as he felt something about it, he heard Song Heng say again: "I will handle this matter myself, Yang Madam, there is no need to worry; it is still raining outside, Madam Yang, just take an umbrella and go back."
After saying this, he loudly called Feng Gui in and ordered him to get the oil-paper umbrella, and then send Madam Yang back in person.
The strange thoughts were interrupted by him. Shi Yanwei did not think deeply about it. He quickly thanked the person and went out with Feng Gui, standing under the eaves and waiting for him to come over.
The rain was falling heavily, and Song Heng stood silently at the threshold, looking at her slender and straight back quietly. The scene when he first saw her emerged in his mind. In the rain curtain, she came holding an umbrella, like an empty valley. A cool orchid...
Those raindrops seemed to fall on his heart, making him feel a little itchy. He thought to himself: He wanted her, and it was time to add a concubine to his courtyard.
Not long after, Feng Gui came over with an umbrella, held it with Shi Yanwei's hands painted with red plum blossoms, and walked in front of her to light up the road.
Until the light spot completely disappeared into the night, Song Hengfang turned around and entered the study room, where he stood on the desk and started writing. When Feng Gui comes back, ask him to inquire about this matter.
The next day, Song Heng had lunch at the government office and returned to the mansion early. When the guards guarding the door saw him walking in a hurry, with a hint of anger on their faces, they all bowed silently and saluted.
Song Heng passed them quickly without even looking at them.
Along the way to Shenxiao Residence, the sound of drinking and having fun could be heard. When the maid in the corridor saw him coming, and was about to communicate, Song Heng waved her hand to leave.
Although the maidservant was from Song Ming's courtyard, she was more afraid of Song Heng, so she bowed and silently withdrew.
Song Heng stood outside the window and looked in.
At this time, Song Ming was playing backgammon with a concubine. In addition to the maid who ordered the chips, there were two other concubines who fanned him and squeezed his shoulders. The concubine was dressed in pink and gold. After losing a piece, she was squealing and wanted to regret the game. Song Ming then smiled and pulled the person into his arms.
Stretching out his hand, he picked up the gold cup with round filigree flowers and put it into the mouth of the person. He smiled very obscenely and said: "You have no regrets when you make a mistake. You deserve to be punished. If Yun Niang can beat me in this game, I will go to your room to treat you well tonight." pain..."
Before Song Ming could finish his words, the maid who had ordered the chips started to chuckle. As soon as she raised her head, she faced Song Heng's gloomy face. She was frightened like a frightened bird. She quickly stood up, bent her knees and trembled: " Long live the family."
When the word "house master" came into his ears, everyone in the room immediately became silent. Their expressions were either frightened or frightened. Song Ming was still calm. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered to the stunned concubine beside him. : "What are you still doing? Get out of here!"
Song Heng stepped forward, and everyone in the room retreated. Song Ming forced a smile and asked, "Why are you here when Erlang is not in the office at this time?"
"Uncle, doesn't he know why you are here?" Song Heng spoke in a low tone, glanced at him lightly, and sat down on the Zen chair under the east wall.
He had not told anyone other than Yun Niang and Wang Quan, who usually gave him advice, about his desire to accept Yin Zhu. Logically speaking, Erlang should not have known about it.
Song Ming made a mental calculation and became suspicious. He pretended to be calm and said, "What Erlang said is strange. What kind of things should you and I uncle and nephew not say directly?"
Seeing that he was lucky, Song Heng didn't mince words with him. He just snorted and said in a deep voice with a cold face: "My second mother is already sixteen years old and will get married in just one or two years; uncle." Now that I'm getting older, I should stop thinking about it and don't make a joke and have someone poke my spine."
"Erlang is right. You should take care of yourself in the future and take good care of your body." Song Ming calmed down and dealt with him.
Song Heng saw that he didn't shed tears without seeing the coffin. His face became colder and his eyes were filled with gloom. He sneered and said, "It seems that my uncle has made up his mind and is unwilling to take the initiative to confess."
"Uncle, does he know that Wang Yinzhu is the maid in Er Niang's house?"
This matter was kept secret, but he still found out about it. Song Ming suddenly felt sweat on his back, and it seemed like he couldn't wipe the sweat off his forehead. He forced himself to say the word "know" in a low voice.
"Now that my uncle knows, he still has such dirty thoughts. I think it was the incident five years ago, and my uncle has completely forgotten about it." As he spoke, he raised his chin slightly, looking deeply at the person who stood there blankly. Song Ming with the awn on his back.
Five years ago, Song Heng ordered someone to whip Fu Quan, the boy next to him, to death. Before Fu Quan died, he screamed repeatedly. There was almost no good flesh on his body. The whipping left his skin and flesh torn, blood flowing out, and a strong fishy smell. Permeated in the air, everyone frowned slightly due to discomfort, but Song Heng's face remained as usual and his spirit was calm.
This nephew's methods and character are truly terrifying.
Song Ming shuddered when he recalled the scene at that time. He whispered softly with a smile: "It turned out that I was drunk and confused that day. Seeing that the maid looked good, I talked nonsense to the boys around me. Who knew what happened? The boy didn't realize it was nonsense, so he spread it outside casually, Erlang, don't take it seriously."
When Song Heng saw that he had found his way down the stairs, he didn't want to offend him too much. He said with a serious face: "Since the two of them talk good things and talk nonsense, I think there is no need to wait in front of my uncle in the future. Ask the steward to choose two smarter ones and give them to my uncle."
It's just that two people come to serve him, but in reality, he wants to cut off his confidants and have people monitor him at all times.
Song Ming's smile narrowed slightly. Even though he felt a thousand dissatisfaction in his heart, he could only nod in agreement, "In this case, Erlang will have to worry about it."
Song Heng hummed indifferently, stood up and walked to the window, casually picked up a branch of crape myrtle lying across the window, looked back at him, "Uncle should know someone's temperament, if there is something wrong in the future, Speaking of decency, don't blame me for not caring about flesh and blood and family ties, and for being a disgrace to my uncle."
After finishing speaking, he threw the flower branch to the ground and stepped over it without mercy.
Song Ming lowered his head and saw the trampled flower branches, sweating continuously, and took the person to the corridor with frivolous steps.
After leaving Shenxiaoju, Song Heng sent someone to call Yin Zhulai to ask questions. Seeing how grateful she was, he asked out of nowhere: "How did you and Madam Yang meet?"
Yin Zhu was silent for a moment and said that the young lady often asked her to pass food to the kitchen, and she gradually became familiar with her after going back and forth.
After answering the question in a satisfactory manner, Song Heng did not ask further questions, thinking that it would be inconvenient for Yin Zhu to stay in the house. Remembering what Shi Yanwei had said to him that night, he simply let Yin Zhu go out in advance.
Yin Zhu walked all the way out of the Han Retreat and went to the dining room to find Shi Yanwei. He pulled him under the shade of a tree outside the courtyard and said that it was the grace of the owner of the house. He remembered her mother who was ill in bed and offered her decoction every day. Let her out early.
Shi Yan was slightly happy for her, but also felt a little puzzled. His dark eyebrows furrowed slightly, and suddenly he heard Yin Zhu lower his voice and leaned into her ear, asking: "Does Yin Niang have any interest in the head of the family?"
