Song Qiu heard that this person sounded familiar, and after a moment of thought, Li Yang told her that this Prince Hou was some kind of cousin of Prince Changshan.
The assassination has something to do with King Hou.
Judging from Li Yang's relationship here, King Hou must also be considered to be on the enemy's side.
The death of Aling's master was also related to King Hou, so King Hou was definitely not a good guy, he was a bad guy.
Well, then all the people he sent out today were killed without leaving a trace, and they deserved it.
She patted Aling's hand gently and said, "It sounds like King Hou is also a ruthless master who is not easy to offend. Your master... if you want to take revenge, you won't be able to deal with it alone, right?"
After so many days, she has long regarded Aling as her own sister. If something happens to Aling for revenge, it is not what she wants to see.
Her grandmother has been telling her secretly these days that Ah Ling is also fourteen, and she doesn’t know who to talk to her about.
After hearing this, Aling waved his hand, "Hey, sister Aqiu, don't worry about my impulsiveness. Before my master died, he told me not to take revenge and to find a safe place to live a peaceful life.
In those days, don’t get involved with the people and things in the past again, I’m listening to you!”
The matter behind her master's death was too complicated. She didn't know much, but she also understood that it was too late to hide from King Hou. How could he take the initiative to send it to his door?
She was also glad that she did not act impulsively tonight, and none of those men in black were left alive. It would be very bad if her martial arts skills were discovered.
Song Qiu felt relieved after hearing that she would not seek revenge.
A majestic prince like Hou Wang is so powerful that a little girl cannot get close enough to assassinate him.
I went back to the house and went to sleep. As expected, I ended up lying on a bed for the first time, and I didn't wake up until it was almost past time.
Old Yuan, who was pulling radishes in the vegetable garden, was surprised to see her getting up so late today.
She felt relieved when she saw that the person got up and looked like nothing was wrong. If she hadn't gotten up early and touched the person's forehead to know that he was not sick, she wouldn't have been relieved.
"Breakfast is simmered in the pot for you, and there is plenty of hot water."
Song Qiu touched his face and felt a little embarrassed to wake up at this hour of sleep, "When did Aling get up?"
"She got up as soon as I made breakfast. After eating, she and Lihua went to the inn. She also asked me not to call you, saying that you slept late last night." Old Yuan took out the radish she pulled out.
After leaving the vegetable garden, we walked up the eaves steps.
"Why do you sleep so late? You kid, you have too many things to worry about in a day. I'm thinking that you should not go to the inn these two days, just stay at home and have a rest by the fire. I'll go to the inn and watch.
go."
Naturally, it's not easy to tell old Yuan what happened at the inn last night. It's unnecessary to say it, and it will make people worry.
Song Qiu smiled sheepishly, while going in to scoop some water to wash up, "Where is it? I just rarely fell asleep last night. I slept late today and I have caught up on my sleep. I am very energetic now! Don't let me go."
Worry about me, I'm in good health!"
Old Yuan listened and saw that there was nothing wrong with her granddaughter's face, so she felt relieved. She pulled out the mud and cut off the radish tassels with a knife, piled them aside to feed the pigs, and threw the remaining radish into the basin.
Wash it with water later and throw it into the pickle jar.
Not to mention, the kimchi jar my granddaughter made is really a good thing. The radish soaked in is sour and spicy, and it is very appetizing when eaten.
The inn uses a lot of it every day, and I can't finish the sour radish. My elder sister also likes the taste. She asked her if she wanted to mix some salt water and make a pickle jar. She asked her granddaughter and she knew it was possible, so she helped pour it.
Let's get some salt water and let the old sister make a pickle jar.
I can't get enough of this pickled radish every day.
Old Yuan was handling the radishes, and then looked at the radishes in the vegetable garden that were growing very well this year. He couldn't help but said: "This year's radishes are also growing better. I've been pulling out both ends in the past three days for food. How can I pull them out?"
As if there is no end to it, your Grandma Deng keeps asking me to go to her vegetable garden to pull out radishes and eat them. How can I eat this? Not to mention our two families, I can’t finish the radishes grown by every family in the village this year.
I can’t even eat it!”
"Your grandma Caihua's radish seeds were sown early this year, and the radish seeds that cannot be eaten are starting to become hollow! The hollow radish is not delicious, so it can only be chopped into pieces to feed the pigs and chickens."
Too many radishes to eat?
While Song Qiu was eating the meat porridge, he looked at the radishes, which were about the same size as a little baby's head. They were so juicy that he suddenly thought of something in his mind.
After cooking the meat porridge and filling his stomach, Song Qiu said something and went to the inn first.
Something like that happened in the middle of the night last night. After cleaning up everything, nothing could be seen. Tao Zheng and others were busy with the things at hand and remained calm, as if nothing had happened.
Song Qiu looked around and felt relieved. The people in her inn were all responsible. As for the battle, no one was scared, which was good.
The tea shed had already begun to receive customers, and it was full now. Song Qiu went over and saw Mrs. Chen busy cooking several bowls of hot and sour noodles. Some people had finished eating and wanted to pack some steamed buns to take away. Yuan Hua was pouring tea again.
Then he walked in and helped get the steamed buns.
There was a steamer sitting on the stove, and when the drawer was opened, steam came out, which was very warm. "Uncle, how many steamed buns would you like?"
The man said: "Your steamed buns are so chewy. I always buy them when I pass by, so I go to the short-distance delivery company. I can't get much at a time, but it's still the same. I'll buy it for twenty!"
Song Qiu responded, quickly picked up twenty steamed buns in oil paper bags, packed them and handed them over.
The man took it and paid the copper coin. He couldn't help but mutter, "I'm eating this steamed bun very much. It would be even better if there were some side dishes to eat with it. But there is nothing I can do about it in a hurry. I can't make it."
Song Qiu listened and thought about radish, his eyes couldn't help but roll.
After staying in the tea shed for a while, there were actually quite a few passers-by who wanted to pack some steamed buns to use as dry food on the road before taking a rest.
Although hot and sour noodles are good, they require a pot and are also expensive. For ordinary commuters or short-distance delivery people who are reluctant to buy them, steamed buns are cheaper as dry food.
Song Qiu thought about it. When he entered the inn, he saw that the set selling hot and sour noodles was right next to the door and there was a table on the right.
The bench that was broken last night needs to be replaced. In addition, Song Qiu also plans to build another thatched shed at the upper end of the tea shed.
There isn't much room there, so it's just right to set up one, where you can put hot and sour noodle sets for sale, and add some other items to make it a snack shop, which would be pretty good.
Liu Caigui happened to have some time off after finishing the family's ordering in the past two days. After listening to Song Qiu's words, he immediately said that he would take his son to work in the afternoon and take care of the things he would build for her in the morning.
Song Qiu nodded and left Liu's house. Just as he was about to go home, he heard a commotion on the other end, as if something had happened, and he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.