Huang Wenqiu was a scholar, and his ink was neither up nor down, neither more nor less. He was neither as thorough as a great scholar, nor as dull as an illiterate person. When he saw a nondescript woman like Song Huiyue, he didn't know how to place her.
Luo Huiniang was knowledgeable and courteous. She was talented and learned, and she also respected her duties. She regarded him as heaven and earth. He increasingly felt that he was just an object in Song Huiyue's eyes.
Especially when she thought that her humbleness was all seen by Song Huiyue, she wished she could stay away from her.
But he didn't expect that Song Huiyue could be so cruel and forcefully blocked him back.
Only now did he understand that Song Huiyue was not lacking in education, but that she had her own theory of survival.
Human relationships, worldly affairs, and even emotions are all unreasonable to her.
She only cares about promises and transactions, and they are very fair, and she doesn't talk to others about it. If anyone wants to break their promise, that won't work.
Once you get on this pirate ship, you will have to die to get off.
It was already noon, and even sitting next to the spring felt hot. Huang Wenqiu held his round-neck robe and loosened the collar. Although he was here for a blind date, his mood was as heavy as visiting a grave.
"Madam, actually I am not the only good man in the world."
Song Huiyue smiled and said, "I know."
She thought that she was going to get married, and Mrs. Song could finally feel relieved. Huang Wenqiu had no control over her anyway, so she could secretly support the family.
Thinking of this, she smiled even more happily at Huang Wenqiu, and her voice was soft and soft: "Does your hand still hurt?"
After hearing this, Huang Wenqiu felt pain not only in his hands, but also in his whole body.
"Madam, please don't take the stupid things I said to heart. It's all thanks to you that I am where I am today. I'm very grateful to you. But do you want to consider this marriage again?"
Song Huiyue blinked her big eyes: "Give me a hairpin."
The hairpin was chosen, but the cloth was not given. Huang Wenqiu looked at the sky with tears in his eyes.
When he raised his head, he saw Yin Xiao sitting on the branch of a tree, staring at him expressionlessly.
The hands holding the tree trunk were slender and could be crushed to death like a kitten or puppy.
Huang Wenqiu was so frightened that he almost fell off the stool. His face turned pale, and his voice trembled and turned into a whine: "Fuck it, fuck it now.'"
What Xiao Chen prepared was a shabby silver hairpin, but Song Huiyue didn't mind and stretched out her hand to straighten it on her head: "I'm leaving."
Her smile turned into a flower, and even when she returned to the city, the corners of her mouth did not drop.
Passing by the palace, she glanced sideways but never stopped.
In the evening, when clouds filled the sky, the King of Jin and his entourage, guards, and retainers led Huang Qingcang, carrying two muntjacs and a wild boar, and returned from hunting in a mighty manner.
The King of Jin's interest was not yet over, so he put on his horsewhip and strode to the back bedroom to bathe and change clothes. He returned to the study with wet hair and told Huang Ting: "Send a leg of muntjac meat to the Song family quietly. Go there in person and let Hui
Yue brought Qinghui over to have barbecue."
Huang Ting left in response and quickly came back: "Mrs. Song said she was not available."
"Not available?" King Jin raised his eyebrows. He had guessed that Song Huiyue would not come, so he was not particularly angry. "She is still polite and knows how to find an excuse for me to ask Xie Zuibaba to come."
Xie Zhou didn't have any excuses and came in a panic.
Seeing Huang Ting standing outside the study arranging tea, he stepped forward and said, "You all know how hard it is to arrange the tea yourself."
Huang Ting glanced at him, knowing that he was in trouble, so he didn't point it out: "What kind of tea would Master Eight want to drink?"
"Whatever," Xie Zhou asked quietly, "how is your prince feeling?"
"Very good, you just asked me to go to Mrs. Song's house."
"That's it," Xie Zhou rubbed his hands, "Don't drink the tea. Please give my wife a message and say that I love her."
Huang Ting was confused and watched Xie Zhou go in slowly.
He thought for a while and ordered everyone around to exit and guard the hospital door. He walked to the corridor, closed the study door himself, and guarded the outside.
Xie Zhou's cautious voice came from inside.
"The Song family often goes to matchmakers, so we didn't pay attention. Today, Mrs. Song took the eldest lady to Lushan Temple. She thought she was offering incense as usual, but unexpectedly... Huang Wenqiu gave the eldest lady a hairpin."
There was no movement in the room for a long time. After a while, King Jin said: "Get out."
Xie Zhou retreated as if running for his life, and exchanged frightened looks with Huang Ting.
Huang Ting moved and wanted to go in, but Xie Zhou stretched out his hand to stop him.
Prince Jin, who was alone on the couch in the study, had a sullen face and knocked the young lady to the ground.
I was on guard against Yinxiao, but I didn't expect that Huang Wenqiu would capture the moon.
He looked gloomy. After a while, he stood up, restored the table to its original position, and put away the scattered books.
He can never express his emotions and emotions in a clear way.
"Xie Zhou!"
Xie Zhou responded quickly: "I'm here."
King Jin opened the door and came out: "Go and interrogate those Jiang thieves."
Xie Zhou was complaining in his heart.
The two of them walked non-stop, from the study to the bamboo studio, across the lake, the terrain became lower and lower, and finally turned around the rockery covered by vines and entered the secret passage.
At the end of the secret passage is a dungeon.
The secret passage is deep, damp, difficult to illuminate, and eerie, but the dungeon is bright, cool, spacious and comfortable.
The four walls are made of thick stone walls, and the ground has been rammed several times, so even if water is poured on it, it won't be muddy at all.
The cells are neat, with five cells on each side. Bright oil lamps are lit in the middle of the cells. In the middle are the jailer's room and the interrogation room. On the wall opposite the door is the case of the green-faced prison god.
Now there are eight river bandit leaders from Ezhou living in the prison.
You Song mentioned Tie Zhenshan, the leader of Daofeng Mountain in Ezhou, speaking in the interrogation room.
The walls were clean, not even a whip was hung, and You Song was very kind. At first glance, it looked like he was inviting someone to be his guest.
"This is the tea our prince brought back from Meishan County. You're welcome." You Song poured tea for her with his own hands, "Drink more."
Tie Zhenshan, a girl with the trade name "Iron Gyro", has made a name for herself in Ezhou at a young age.
Countless men tried to conquer her, but all failed.
It took a lot of effort for You Song to catch her.
The more strenuous it was, the more respectable it was. You Song arranged her at the end of the cell, separated from other gentlemen, and put a curtain around it to make it easier for her to relieve herself.
Tie Zhenshan had a dark face, small but bright eyes, a tall and strong figure, and strong arms. She reached out to take the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp: "Not bad."
As soon as she put the bowl down, she looked around unscrupulously: "Whose hands did I fall into?"
"Prince Jin of Tanzhou Prefecture." You Song answered all questions.
"It turns out that the gods are fighting, and the kid suffers."
You Songxiao asked: "Then which god do you think can win?"
Tie Zhenshan replied: "It's none of my business."
You Song was unfazed by her rudeness and asked instead, "You are so good at marksmanship. Who is your master?"
"Plague monkey."
"Plague monkey?" You Song's eyes lit up, "Have you seen him?"