The matchmaker asked about the Song family's house at the street corner. The two women pointed their hands, watched the matchmaker knock on the door, and laughed at each other: "Which matchmaker is this?"
"I don't know. We've searched for all the matchmakers in Tanzhou City. It's strange that even Shan Shan's mouth can't match her girl's marriage."
Mrs. Song was very surprised when she heard the matchmaker's intention. After sending the matchmaker away, she discussed it with her two aunts.
There are only a few people in the family, and the two aunts are also in need. She has long stopped treating them as outsiders.
Aunt Lin was the first to say: "The person named Huang is not good. He can't find anything if he only has a few dollars. It's better for a lady to stay at home and raise an old girl than to marry such a person."
Aunt Wang rarely said anything to her: "It is indeed not a good match."
Mrs. Song nodded: "That's what I mean too, but I can't refuse her right away. I'll refuse again when she comes to visit her again in two days."
Song Qinghui squatted at the door, holding two branches and shooting left and right to intercept the ants. When Mrs. Song went out, she talked to him: "Brother Hui, do you think cousin Huang Wenqiu is good?"
Song Qinghui took time out of his busy schedule to answer: "Sister said it's okay."
Mrs. Song was stunned after hearing this, wondering whether Song Huiyue was in love with Huang Wenqiu?
This child has always had big ideas. If she pushed ahead rashly, she would probably be sad.
After thinking about it, she decided to ask Song Huiyue what she meant first.
Song Huiyue answered cheerfully: "It doesn't matter who you marry. Huang Wenqiu is of average intelligence. Fortunately, the family is simple and quiet. I think it will work."
Mrs. Song looked at her expression carefully and saw that her face was not filled with peach blossoms, and she couldn't figure out her thoughts for a while.
"I'm afraid he has bad moral character."
Song Huiyue noticed Mrs. Song's thoughts and said with a smile: "Mom, I like him very much."
Mrs. Song quickly went to twist her mouth: "You are talking nonsense, don't be ashamed."
Song Huiyue hid aside and smiled: "My mother-in-law has come to ask me. If I were ashamed, there would be no such shop in this village."
"Marry a man, marry a man, wear clothes and eat," Mrs. Song glared at her, "This is a lifelong matter. I will go out and find out first."
She asked Yin Xiao to go out for a walk, and the final result was that Huang Wenqiu did not go whoring or gamble, was filial to his mother, and was kind in business, but he was often away doing business and was not free.
There's nothing wrong with it.
Mrs. Song always felt that something was wrong.
Is it possible that he doesn't come to visit when he is rich because he is not available?
When Mrs. Song was confused, Yinxiao ran to Song Huiyue and reported: "Huang Wenqiu and Luo Huiniang were sneaking around Lushan Temple, hugging each other."
Song Huiyue was secretly watching "The Jade Guanyin" in the back garden. She was distracted when she saw a piece of paper from her father sending Xiuxiu to the Prince of Xianjun's palace.
Yin Xiao didn't leave, but watched a gust of wind blow down a rain of flowers, falling on Song Huiyue and himself, and was lost in thought.
After Song Huiyue finished reading, she picked up a cattail leaf fan and fanned herself: "Huang Baiwan is dishonest, what do you think we should do?"
Yin Xiao raised his hand and stabbed him: "I'll stab him to death."
"Barbaric," Song Huiyue looked at the beads of sweat on his forehead and slapped him twice, "Go and teach him a lesson, make him be more honest and don't make any mistakes at this time."
Yinxiao took the cattail leaf fan and fanned it hard. Song Huiyue's gauze clothes moved with the wind and fluttered, making Song Huiyue become the moon in the sky and a flower in the water.
"Then I break his legs?"
"If you break his legs, he won't be able to marry me handsomely. It's better to be kind. Being kind makes you rich."
Yin Xiao's gaze lowered, looking at the exposed toes of Song Huiyue's shoes: "Teach me."
Song Huiyue thought for a while and leaned towards Yin Xiao. In an instant, Yin Xiao smelled the scent of vegetation on her body.
He knelt down on one leg and bent his waist so that his ears were in line with Song Huiyue's mouth, and his whole body tensed up for Song Huiyue's approach.
Song Huiyue came closer and said a few words briefly, and her voice floated into Yinxiao's ears.
Her voice was soft, but her breath was very domineering, going straight into Yin Xiao's nose.
The hotter the weather, the stronger the smell of paper incense on her body. Even so, mosquitoes still took a naughty bite in her eyebrows.
This place is red from scratching.
Yinxiao calmed down, turned himself into a stone Buddha, and took in the beauty in his eyes calmly.
After listening to Song Huiyue's words, he nodded: "I'll do it when night falls."
Song Huiyue didn't pay attention to him, and stretched out her hand to scratch her eyebrows: "He is timid, don't scare him to death."
Yuanyuan's footsteps sounded.
Song Huiyue took back the cattail leaf fan and said, "Go."
Yin Xiao stood up and jumped onto the wall without leaving the door, making herself invisible among the lush branches.
Yuanyuan brought a bowl of cold water with ice and snow to Song Huiyue.
There was a thin layer of water droplets hanging on the outside of the bowl. The water droplets gathered on Song Huiyue's hands, flowed into her wrists, and wet her sleeves.
Song Huiyue drank it all in one gulp, flipped through the book with her wet fingers, and read the words on the book: "Whose child's sound of a stick makes mandarin ducks fly in two directions."
Yin Xiao took a detour back to the front door, and after returning to the house, he opened his fisted hand. Inside was a hibiscus that had fallen from Song Huiyue's body.
He brought the flower close to his nose, smelled it carefully, then lay down on the bed and covered his lips with the flower.
The evening breeze is cool.
When Yinxiao waited for Chou, in the dead of night, he put on a bamboo hat made by Song Huiyue, wore a summer shirt, tied his trousers, put on straw sandals, hid a sharp knife, and went up to the roof.
Along the way, I met three Liangshang gentlemen. When I arrived at Huang Wenqiu's home, he jumped off the roof and landed lightly.
Although he was young, he still had the skills of a tiger in the mountains. He was strong and tall, but his steps were very light, and he sneaked into Huang Wenqiu's bedroom quietly.
Huang Wenqiu was sleeping soundly.
Cold tea was poured on his face, and he woke up in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yin Xiao sitting facing him, a very unpopular evil god.
Huang Wenqiu trembled violently, and when he was about to scream, he realized that his mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth and tied up naked.
It was a hot day, so he didn't cover himself with a quilt and only wore a silk coat. Yinxiao peeled off his silk coat and tied it up for him.
"Woooooooo..."
Yin Xiao said: "Madam, I don't want to create complications before getting married. I hope you can be honest and don't go to see Luo Huiniang."
Huang Wenqiu felt the flames of karma burning from his forehead, wishing he could pounce forward and bite off a piece of Yin Xiao's flesh.
Song Huiyue actually asked Yinxiao to spy on her!
That’s not true!
He is a grown man, not Song Huiyue’s slave!
She's so bold now that she's not married yet. If he gets married later, won't he want her to make the decision even if he takes a concubine?
Ridiculous, simply ridiculous.
Huang Wenqiu tried his best to hum.
Do you think he will be scared after being tied up?
He is a handsome man——
Yin Xiao ignored his anger, stepped forward and helped him sit down on the bench, holding his hands on the table, shaking out the knife, and in the blink of an eye, he raised the knife and cut Huang Wenqiu's left little finger in two.
Huang Wenqiu looked at the blood splattering and just woke up. The screams were blocked in his throat again. He was sweating in pain, and his eyes were splitting, and he rolled on the ground.
Yin Xiao turned a blind eye to his pain, squatted down and took his silk clothes to clean the knife, cut off a piece of clothes and wrapped it around his fingers, then strode away.