Xie Zhou escaped from the cemetery at an unprecedented speed. He vomited so much that he felt that the gall water he vomited was full of blood.
After vomiting, before King Jin could think of him, he ran away and met Huang Ting halfway.
Huang Ting took a pot of green crispy plums and wanted to give them to King Jin to try: "Eighth Master, do you want one?"
Xie Zhou waved his hand: "I can't eat it, so it's best not to give it to the prince."
Huang Ting said doubtfully: "I think the prince has a bad appetite, so I gave it to him specially to appetize."
Xie Zhou said: "It's too green. I'm afraid it will offend others and cause harm to others."
Huang Ting was speechless. Watching Xie Zhou stagger away, he shook his head silently: "You deserve it."
Song Huiyue had no intention of informing King Jin that she had made a decision. The day after the meeting, Huang Wenqiu negotiated a betrothal ceremony through a matchmaker and sent it to the Song family.
For the Eight-Head Ceremony, they were all decorated with big flowers, silver coins, bonuses, and colorful bills.
There were also four bottles of wine and two sheep, completing the ceremony of leading the sheep and carrying the wine.
Mrs. Song burned incense and placed fruit wine in the main hall of the front yard, congratulated the ancestors of the Song family and Song Qi, and invited a happy and harmonious wife from the Hengyu Street family to come and pay the tribute.
There are two kilograms each of tea tablets and loose tea in the burden, twenty pieces of colorful satin and miscellaneous silk, and a piece of pearls and jade jewelry.
Mrs. Song looked at it and her worries were relieved. The more important the Huang family's betrothal gift, the more relieved she felt.
However, Aunt Lin quietly said to Aunt Huang: "My wife is a wealthy person and doesn't know how to treat others. Now she marries someone with dignity and respect, but she is bullying our eldest lady at home. No one even complains about her suffering."
Where’s the letter?”
Aunt Huang said: "Can we, the eldest lady, be the master of the family and allow a scholar to bully her? Besides, Yin Xiao also wants to go with her. Is she afraid that they will be orphans and widowers?"
Aunt Lin rolled her eyes: "Yinxiao? It's too bad to have him. He's a guy who never leaves his hand with a gun and a stick. Don't accidentally make the eldest lady a widow."
"I think Yinxiao is a good boy, but you look down on him."
So the two aunts deviated from their original intention and started arguing about whether Yinxiao was good or not.
Song Huiyue dressed up like the lady in the painting for the neighbors to come and visit. When she returned the gift and left the Song family gate, she excused herself for a stomachache and went to rest. She took off her ring, changed her dress, and secretly left the house.
She took Yinxiao to Yuhu Zhengtian to eat fish and breasts.
Yin Xiao specially changed into a new shirt, dressed neatly, and happily entered the private room with Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue ordered fruits and vegetables, including fish dumplings, spicy fish soup, and roast pork with oil sauce. The bartender asked about the wine and ordered a pot of green plum wine.
The waiters were laying out the dishes one after another, and an old man was holding a skewer and led his daughter to sing songs and wipe the seats.
The old man spoke in a low voice, and then struck up the board.
The girl was born with a good voice, clear and melodious, just like the cry of an oriole. Song Huiyue listened leisurely and contentedly, looking out the window.
Outside the private room is the courtyard of the main store. There are two large camphor trees planted in it, and the ground is covered with broken shade. There are wine jars piled on the ground, and there is an endless stream of people coming to buy wine.
Listening to the lively music in her ears and watching the lively scenes in her eyes, she felt very peaceful in her heart.
At this time, she became a bystander in this world, and everything had nothing to do with her.
When you are free from love, hate, and hatred, everything becomes beautiful, good, and interesting.
After the girl finished singing, Yin Xiao took out a small silver coin and handed it to her, asking her to continue singing.
Song Huiyue was having fun when the door suddenly opened, and a nondescript person wearing a sunshade, a white round-collared robe, and a folding fan came in.
Yin Xiao immediately stood up and stepped forward to take action. The person who came took off the sunshade and turned out to be King Jin.
King Jin looked at Song Huiyue with a half-smile but not a smile: "If you don't invite me to sit down, my legs will be broken."
Song Huiyue stood up in surprise: "Wang...why are you alone? Where are the people serving you?"
As she spoke, she asked Yin Xiao to go out and be on guard, and then moved a chair out for Prince Jin to sit down.
King Jin heard the worry in her tone, his face softened, his peach blossom eyes sparkled, and he smiled and said: "I thought that only if I died would I be worthy of you taking a second look."
Song Huiyue pretended to be ignorant: "Your words hurt my heart."
King Jin turned around and asked the girl to continue singing, and then said in the song: "I really want to cut you open to see if you are intentional or not."
Song Huiyue smiled and said: "If I don't have heart, I will die."
Then she frowned and looked at King Jin, trying to read something from his face: "Why are you so sour today?"
King Jin sighed, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank the wine. He also felt that he was being sour and jealous and it was ridiculous.
Like a jealous wife.
Since you are already jealous, then just be jealous to the end.
He stared at Song Huiyue: "You are still pretending to be stupid. You have decided to get married, why didn't you tell me?"
Song Huiyue smiled and said nothing.
She thought to herself: "You have disturbed so many of my marriages. If I don't do it quietly, I will never get married in this life. I don't care, but my mother-in-law must be angry to death."
Prince Jin understood everything from her smiling face, and had no choice but to drink a glass of wine, suppressing all the depression in his stomach: "I've been too busy recently to pay attention to you. Isn't this Huang Wenqiu?"
What a good person."
Song Huiyue still smiled: "We are not good people either."
King Jin thought about what she said about us, and the turbulent sea of jealousy calmed down a little, and he played with the folding fan in his hand: "You must marry someone, but you don't have to marry him only."
"I feel comfortable marrying him."
"I can also make you feel at ease."
Song Huiyue felt that it was better not to answer this question, so she immersed herself in the plate of fish meat and let the fresh and tender fish meat block her mouth.
King Jin saw that she was as motionless as a mountain, and that her heart was made of gold and stone, as hard as iron, and he became even more unable to calm down.
"I'm going to ask for the order." He stood up, walked to Song Huiyue, took the chopsticks from her hand and put them down.
Song Huiyue swallowed the fish meat in her mouth and looked at him: "What is your request?"
"You cancel your marriage to Huang Wenqiu, and I will go and ask for permission to marry you."
Song Huiyue laughed: "How can I, a little bird from an ordinary family, fly into your palace? If you want to get married, there are many outstanding girls in Tanzhou City alone."
When King Jin heard this, his heart was full of jealousy. His expression changed, and he reached out and grabbed Song Huiyue's wrist, pulled her up, and hugged her suddenly.
Song Huiyue suddenly asked him to pull her up, and the cups and bowls on the table fell into pieces.
Amidst the clanging sound, Yin Xiao quickly opened the door, jumped in, grabbed a wine glass, crushed it, took out a piece, and approached King Jin.
The lady who sang the song and the old man who played the clapper actually moved at the same time, took out a sharp knife from their bodies, and blocked Yin Xiao.
These two people turned out to be disciples of King Jin.
King Jin swept over with a stern expression: "Get out of here!"