In order to avoid disturbing the crowd, the ship did not dock until night.
Although it was already dark, the wharf was still bustling, with people constantly docking to unload goods. The laborers went back and forth wearing single clothes, covered with dust, and could earn ten pieces for carrying a big bag.
The man selling dry biscuits and sugar water went back and forth with his burden. From time to time, he put down his burden gently and deftly, handed out ten pieces of dry biscuits, and took back a copper.
The cockpit was lowered, raising a cloud of dust. The busy crowd immediately gave way, and You Song and others were waiting outside the pier.
Prince Jin spoke to Song Huiyue in a low voice: "I still have to go to the palace to apologize to Jin Shang. I'm not sure whether I will be scolded or beaten, but the noble concubine must have torn my heart out."
Song Huiyue walked down from the cockpit with a wooden stick and looked sideways at King Jin.
Among the men she had ever seen, Prince Jin was the most majestic and able to wear a crane cloak, instead of becoming an immortal at any time. He was so good-looking that she couldn't help but smile, his smiling eyes curled up like crescent moons.
.
"Will you stay here for one night?"
"Yes," Prince Jin walked slowly with her and sent her to the carriage. He faced the carriage and sat on the step where the driver was sitting. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned into Song Huiyue's ear and whispered,
"Yinxiao, can you send it to the palace as a guard?"
Song Huiyue didn't know why at first, thinking that King Jin was interested in Yin Xiao's skills. Then she realized what she was doing and couldn't help laughing: "My lord, why are you still competing with Yin Xiao?"
King Jin touched his nose and said, "If he were a big maid, I wouldn't compete with him."
Song Huiyue smiled softly again: "Hey, he is... just a younger brother, just like Qinghui."
King Jin was thinking about it, but he couldn't reveal Yin Xiao's wild ambitions - Song Huiyue was originally unaware of this. If he said it, she would probably take it to heart, and it would inevitably be worse if she pays more attention to it.
The more he thought about it, the harder it was to say it. After careful consideration, he said, "You and I are not that close yet."
Song Huiyue nodded in agreement: "Then how close we are."
Prince Jin lowered his head to look at her. Facing such big eyes, he stared at her for a moment. His heart was filled with joy, and he forgot all about Yin Xiao. He suddenly leaned into the carriage, letting the night and the carriage block the rest of the carriage.
human sight.
His breath suddenly amplified in front of Song Huiyue, a warm and soft touch passed across her lips, and then left like a dragonfly touching water.
It was King Jin who kissed her quietly and gently.
After the kiss, Prince Jin hurriedly raised his head, tensed his hands, and supported the carriage with all his strength. He felt that Song Huiyue's scent was between his lips and teeth. His body was as hot as fire, making him dizzy and wanting to squeeze in.
Go into the narrow carriage and give Song Huiyue a firm hug.
Be restrained.
He quickly jumped out of the car, his face calm as usual, except for the blush that spread from his cheeks to behind his ears, making his eyes red.
In the cold air, Song Huiyue's scent no longer lingered on the tip of his nose. He gradually relaxed and saw that Song Huiyue had a face made up of pink makeup and jade, and her expression was still astonished.
After being stunned, she suddenly looked at Prince Jin, glanced at him for a moment, and turned away as if nothing had happened - two clouds of red appeared on her face like clouds.
King Jin suppressed his laughter and saw that she was so beautiful and lovely. She was just a child hidden among the flowers. She had a lonely and stubborn heart. She seemed to be spoiled and too smart, creating a world of her own.
She is unique and needs his careful care. He wants to turn her into a burden, pick her up and follow him around so that she will never be exposed to wind and rain.
"Okay," he finally couldn't help but laugh, "Let's go."
Song Huiyue also smiled slightly: "You can go too."
The carriage started driving on the empty streets and soon arrived at Caomen Street. A big red lantern hung in front of the Song family house, and the lights were brightly lit inside. The door opened, and Tan Ran sat on a chair and felt sleepy.
sleep.
Hearing the movement of the carriage, he ejected from his chair to the door like a firecracker. When he saw Song Huiyue bending down to get out of the carriage, he turned to the door and shouted loudly: "You're back!"
Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the house. Aunt Lin was still in the house, but the sound had already escaped.
"Fortunately, it's not too late. The people in the palace said we would arrive at night, and it turned out we would arrive at night."
Then she opened the door quickly and let out a hiss in the cold wind. She put her hands in her sleeves and came out. Seeing that Song Huiyue had entered the door, she went up to her and looked her up and down: "Madam, she has lost weight!"
Song Huiyue smiled and said, "Really? Why do I think I'm still fat?"
Yuan Yuan helped Mrs. Song out. Mrs. Song coughed a few times, walked forward, took Song Huiyue's hand and touched it. It was not cold, but the clothes were wrong. She was not brought out from home, but silk and linen.
The narrow-sleeved shirt with half a skirt exposed under the shirt is also made of silk and linen.
Even the shoes were changed, from animal skin boots to cloth shoes.
Something happened to the child outside and he suffered, she thought.
However, Song Huiyue didn't say anything, fearing that she would be worried, so she remained calm and asked Song Huiyue if she was hungry.
Aunt Lin slapped her head: "I stewed a pig head and stewed a large bone soup. I will use the bone soup to make a bowl of noodles for you, and then cut the pig head meat into two plates. I also made the fermented glutinous rice yesterday and make some eggs.
Just drink it.”
She rushed to the kitchen and loudly ordered Tan Ran: "Old Tan, quickly move the brazier to the hut and add more charcoal."
Tan Ran closed the door and went to light the fire enthusiastically. At the same time, he asked for some pig head meat and a bowl of rice wine.
Song Huiyue pushed Mrs. Song back to the house: "Auntie, go to sleep. I'm not at home. Are you feeling better?"
"Nonsense, I'd rather you be naughty at home." Mrs. Song caught a glimpse of her walking awkwardly, and her heart was in her throat. She couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with your legs?"
Song Huiyue smiled and said: "It's weird. I think my mother was too anxious when I took off the breastplate, so I became weird."
Mrs. Song naturally didn't believe it, but she didn't believe it in her heart. She just smiled vaguely, and in her head she was thinking that the big bone soup would be good for raising people. She would buy some back tomorrow and let Alin make soup.
She followed Song Huiyue's strength back to the house. Song Huiyue was still smiling and asked Yuan Yuan to take care of Mrs. Song. She blew out like a gust of wind and blew into Song Qinghui's house.
Song Qinghui lay there all day, and Aunt Lin fed him soup four or five times a day, scrubbed him clean, and pressed his legs and hands from time to time. His cheeks became plump, and he became the well-behaved young master he once was.
"Good brother, you are so good." Song Huiyue rubbed his head and looked at him for a while before going out.
Mrs. Song was sitting in the room, but she still thought about Song Huiyue, so she got up and walked to the window, asking Yuan Yuan to open the window a little and look out.
When she saw Song Huiyue coming out of Song Qinghui's house, she seemed to be in low spirits. She was not as lively as before, so she felt a little distressed. However, she felt distressed for less than a moment when she saw Song Huiyue walking to the center of the yard and pulling her up very proudly.
Open the slingshot, aim at the big ice cube hanging under the eaves, and shoot mud balls.
With a "crash", the ice edge shattered on the stone slab.
"Naughty." Mrs. Song was angry and funny, but she finally felt relieved this time.