When Song Huiyue woke up, she had already changed places.
The wind and rain outside have passed, leaving only the cold. The heat in the house is very warm, and people's hair is warm. King Jin is sitting behind the door, leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed to relax, wearing only a white shirt
He only wore a gauze shirt outside his round-neck robe, and there were thin beads of sweat on his forehead.
Yin Xiao was sitting behind him, and no one would mistake him for King Jin's bodyguard. He wore even less clothes, only a soap-colored short brown one.
When others saw King Jin, they would definitely think that he was as elegant as an orchid in an empty valley. However, when Yin Xiao looked at him, he felt that King Jin was "dirty".
Although the King of Jin has no blood on his hands, his heart is as deep as the sea. With just a few words, he can decide the death of a person, the death of a city, or the death of a country. Even his scalp is smelling of blood.
Huang Ting stood next to him, and opposite there was a woman, standing close to the wall, wishing she could turn into an earthworm and crawl through the cracks in the floor.
The greatest official she had ever seen in her life was the county magistrate—she had seen it while standing on tiptoes outside when the magistrate was in court to inspect the cattle.
She didn’t know what kind of official the man in front of her was. Normally, she would go to see such a handsome man who could be seen for free, even if she broke her head, but this man just didn’t dare to come close.
I didn’t even dare to take a look, my nervous palms were sweating.
Her thatched and adobe house had become an uninhabitable place.
Song Huiyue's coughing sound came from behind the coarse cloth door curtain. As if she had received an amnesty, the peasant woman went straight to the back of the curtain to serve Song Huiyue tea.
Song Huiyue turned around, put on her clothes and walked out. She saw Prince Jin and Yin Xiao sitting together. These two people usually appeared around her. She didn't think anything of it, but now she felt strange for no reason.
King Jin is still King Jin, it is Yin Xiao who has undergone a new change by his side.
Yin Xiao was silent on weekdays, although he seemed to be absent, but now he was sitting one behind the other with King Jin. His temperament was completely different from that of King Jin, and his aura could rival that of King Jin.
At the moment when Song Huiyue was stunned, Yin Xiao suddenly stood up and walked behind Song Huiyue in silence.
Only then did Song Huiyue feel that everything was in its place. She sat down on the chair, took the bowl handed over by King Jin, and drank the bitter medicine in it. Her eyebrows, eyes, and nose wrinkled up, and King Jin stuffed something in
In her mouth, she didn't even have time to look at it and just started chewing it.
It's jujube.
Song Huiyue sweetened her taste and drank some tea before she had the energy to look around.
It's not an official residence yet, and it seems that the storm this time has not calmed down yet.
"Would you like to sleep a little longer?" King Jin asked in a low voice.
The illness came like a mountain falling, and the illness went away like a thread. Song Huiyue's head showed sluggishness.
She had no idea, and had no strength to think of one. She was still groggy, coughed and runny nose from time to time, and had a chill, but no fever. She was much better than before.
She had no idea, so she looked at Prince Jin. With Prince Jin here, she thought she could relax her head.
King Jin looked at her in a daze, her big eyes blinking, her long eyelashes fluttering, and she put her fingers in her mouth like a child, her expression was confused, and her heart felt soft.
"Don't want to lie down? It's snowing outside and you can't go out. Just sit and play for a while." He frowned again, "Don't bite, your teeth will get damaged."
Song Huiyue obediently took her fingers out of her mouth, wiped them clean on the handkerchief, and nodded.
There was nothing to play with in the house, neither knitting things nor conversation books. Song Huiyue pulled out a red thread and started playing with the flower rope with King Jin.
The fingers are wrapped with red thread, and the red thread twists the fingers. The two of them are involved in each other and become entangled.
King Jin picked up the red rope, put his head close to Song Huiyue, and whispered like a whisper: "Huiyue, marry me."
In Song Huiyue's confused look, he simply said what was in his heart: "If you marry someone else, I will have to let an innocent person become a dead bastard."
Song Huiyue opened her mouth slightly and used the snow light outside the window to look at King Jin's expression when he spoke.
He seemed to be drunk, and his face, which had always been emotionless and emotionless, was so vivid, with emotions pouring out of his eyes and freely flowing from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Prince Jin remained motionless waiting for a reply. He knew that once she agreed, they would be completely one in the future. They would be able to change the world together regardless of each other.
Together, they can deal with all those with evil intentions. As long as they are useful methods, they can use them. There is no need to be afraid or panic. Even if it fails, he is not afraid anymore. He can die happily. If he is lucky enough to survive, he will forget it.
I go out and pour night fragrance, and I enjoy doing what everyone hates and tilting my head.
Snowflakes were flying, Song Huiyue melted into King Jin's eyes, and at the same time, a bitter taste suddenly appeared on the tip of her tongue.
King Jin is very good, so good that she has never seen anyone better than him. She even thinks that King Jin is so good that no one has ever done it before and he is a man from heaven. She often has to do her best to prevent herself from falling into him.
in the vortex.
He is so kind, if she refuses again, it will be too ungrateful.
But she still couldn't help but feel bitter in her mouth, because she was getting farther and farther away from the free family she wanted, so far away that she couldn't see or touch it, and she stepped on the path that her father said
That piece of rotten flesh, the great power and wealth that people can't control, they can't help but give birth to greed, viciousness, and murderous intentions, causing everyone to change their true colors.
The closer you get, the easier it is to get backlashed.
Song Huiyue didn't answer because her mind was spinning very slowly. She stretched forward her hand wrapped with a red string and grabbed Prince Jin's hand.
He will always be her little prince. He did not leave her behind when he was running for his life. He carried her on his back and ran wildly in the heavy rain, screaming. At the critical moment of life and death, she needed him and he needed her. They were not afraid when they were together.
Life is so bitter, it can be sweet or sweet.
"good."
Song Huiyue's promise weighed a thousand pounds, and King Jin held her hand tightly and refused to let go.
The door suddenly rang, and Xie Zhou poked his head in from the door: "It's done... eh..."
He put his head back again and sighed outside the door: "Why do my eyes hurt so much?"
King Jin let go of Song Huiyue's hand, untied the red rope, and said in a lukewarm voice: "If your eyes hurt, just dig them out. If you dig them out, it won't hurt anymore."
"It doesn't hurt anymore," Xie Zhou immediately said that his eyes were working well, and he opened the door and came in, "Your Majesty, the matter is done. I divided the sulfur and saltpeter into several holes and sprinkled them in. I measured them in large quantities and managed enough. I promise to let them go."
As soon as dad went to the smelting field, he smelled it."
Then he looked at Song Huiyue: "Sister Yue, thanks to your courage, we walked quickly. As soon as I picked up the goods from the pier, the pier was under martial law and no passenger ships were allowed to dock. The ship owner was very happy."
There was a whole ship full of these two kinds of goods. Song Huiyue paid for the whole ship, but Xie Zhou only wanted part of it and let him take the rest. How could he be unhappy?
Song Huiyue smiled and nodded.
Xie Zhou saw Song Huiyue being stupid and couldn't help but feel regretful in his heart: "Love makes people lose their wits."