Chapter 3 Mother's Kindness and Son's Filial Piety
"Stop!" Mrs. Chen wanted to beat Song Huiyue, but couldn't catch up. "If I don't beat you today, you won't even know who is in charge in this family!"
Song Huiyue ran away faster than a monkey, circling the courtyard: "The hit on my body hurts my mother's heart. I ran away for my mother's sake!"
The two aunts who were the only ones left were arrogant, trying to stop the fight and scolding each other.
Aunt Lin used to sell small songs in a restaurant in Kyoto, and she was very articulate. She rushed to the front and said: "My dear lady, my wife knew that you went to Jianshan, and heard about the landslide in Jianshan. She was so shocked that she fainted twice and has been working for you.
I'm worried, if Yin Xiao hadn't followed you, she would have gone to the palace to ask for help. I held on for a whole day, and I was extremely anxious."
After she finished speaking, she glanced at Aunt Wang vaguely: "Unlike some people, even if the sky falls, she will let the taller one hold her up."
Aunt Wang originally sang in Tsing Yi, and her singing skills were average, but her appearance was somewhat attractive. With her face, even when she sang like a chicken, there were still people cheering her up.
She considers herself to be a protagonist, and she is not as experienced as Aunt Lin, a small-time singer who doesn't get a chance to be on the stage.
But she couldn't stand it, and Aunt Lin wanted to stab her.
"Oh," she said with a certain tone of voice, "some people's faces are really hard to pick with a gun. No wonder they dared to be arrogant in broad daylight when I was here."
Two wild mouths spoke freely, and an angry Mrs. Chen yelled to stop and stop.
Song Qinghui sat aside and watched the fun, and couldn't stop saying "Wow".
Maid Yuan Yuan and Aunt Liu were persuading each other in random directions, and they were so tired that they were sweating profusely.
Mrs. Chen was anxious at first, and now she was furious. Suddenly she felt dizzy and slipped on the stone slab.
The two aunts were so frightened that they immediately shut up and gathered around.
"Auntie!" Song Huiyue breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Nanny Liu holding on to Mrs. Chen, and ran over to hold Mrs. Chen's hand, "Auntie, please go in, sit down and take a breather. You can either hit her or scold her.
By the time I had a full meal, I had been hungry all day and my stomach was flat."
"Yuanyuan, go to the kitchen to see if the food is ready," Mrs. Chen looked at her lovingly and angrily, "Didn't you eat enough fish outside?"
Song Huiyue smiled and said: "I only like to eat fish cooked at home. Please sit down."
She took the tea cup from Nanny Liu again and said, "If you drink tea, your anger will hurt your health."
Seeing her pitiful and fawning appearance, Mrs. Chen was still the same as before in Kyoto. She couldn't help but feel sad and her eyes were red.
"If your father is still here, it doesn't matter if I let you be naughty. Now...after you get married, you will have someone to rely on. I can live with Qinghui and rest assured."
Aunt Wang couldn't help but said: "Madam, isn't the prince still here? The prince always takes care of us."
Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes at her: "We are relying on grass and trees, how can we be so embarrassed to always ask for help?"
Song Huiyue saw that she was getting more and more depressed as she spoke, so she changed her words: "Don't worry, I met a temple today, went in and asked for a Guanyin spiritual sign, and asked about my marriage, and it was the best sign."
Mrs. Chen's eyes lit up: "How do you say that?"
"Marriage is destined by heaven. Meeting among the flowers is a marriage. It is also your love."
"This is a good sign. It seems that there happened to be an invitation to enjoy the lotus flowers. I was wondering how it was delivered to our house, but I didn't expect that it was the Guanyin spiritual sign."
The post was sent by the newly appointed daughter of Yan Zhizhou.
Tanzhou has vast mountains and rivers, abundant money and food, and rich people. Yan Shi was able to come to Tanzhou to be the magistrate of the state, and also served as commander-in-chief and took charge of the military power on Jinghu South Road because his mentor was the deputy envoy of the imperial court.
But there is also the King of Jin in Tanzhou. If he can mediate between the King of Jin and the King of Yan, he must be a well-rounded person.
The post was placed on the gold lacquer table. When it was time to turn on the lamp, Song Huiyue washed herself from head to toe and then removed the envelope again.
The paper inside is made of cold gold, but the handwriting is similar to that of Song Qinghui.
When you are first learning and practicing, you should do it horizontally and sideways, and you should not dare to cross the rules at will.
It seems that the Yan family's wife did not want to invite her to settle down, so she had no choice but to post this post. In order to show her humiliation, she asked the maid next to her who could write to fill in the words for her.
The person who wants to invite her should be Mrs. Yan.
Yuanyuan came over with a fruit plate: "Madam, these are the plums my wife sent me. Please try them."
The plums are green, each one is as big as an egg, and there is a layer of cool air floating around, which makes the eyes of those who look at it cool.
Song Huiyue took one and took a bite. It was so sour that it was too sweet. She swallowed it without blinking.
Holding half of the juicy fruit, she stood up and strode behind the partition, holding the post in one hand and stuffing the plum into her mouth with the other.
Sitting in front of the desk, she threw the core into the slag bucket, tore off half of the cold gold paper, dipped it in pen and ink, wrote two lines of small words, and handed it to Yuanyuan: "Send to Yinxiao."
Yuan Yuan took the paper and put it in his sleeve, and responded.
When she walked out of the room through the verandah and passed the hanging flower door, she saw the concierge Lao Lin carrying a bench to enjoy the cool air behind the door. She smiled and came forward to say hello: "Uncle Lin, is Yin Xiao here?"
Lao Lin shook the palm fan: "I don't know, just knock on the door."
Yuan Yuan glanced at the closed door and felt timid: "Can you ask for me?"
"That won't work," Lao Lin stood up, "You little boys and girls, I am an eyesore here, so let's go."
Yuan Yuan shouted to Lao Lin's back: "I'm not looking for him, it's the lady who is looking for him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the closed door opened with a bang.
Yinxiao leaned against the door frame, folded her hands on her chest, put on an old summer sweater, and looked at Yuanyuan: "What do you want from me, madam?"
Yuan Yuan was agitated, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly took out the note from Song Huiyue: "The eldest lady asked me to give this to you."
Yin Xiao stood up straight, walked to her in a few steps, and took the note out of her hand.
Yuan Yuan lowered his eyes, looking at his long fingers and clear joints, and wondered why this man had such a weird temperament.
I don’t know where the lady bought it from.
Yin Xiao took the note and looked down at it first.
He recognized the small regular script written by Song Huiyue, which was majestic but simple and plain.
Yuanyuan was illiterate and looked over curiously.
Before her eyes fell, Yin Xiao folded the note, immediately went back, closed the door, and sat down on the couch.
There is a fragrant smell on the paper, which covers up the smell of ink.
But it's not the smell of Song Huiyue.
There have been a lot of mosquitoes at night recently, and Song Huiyue is the most attracted to them. She always lights paper incense mixed with mugwort leaves at night, and her clothes also carry the smell.
He didn't smell Song Huiyue's scent, so he burned the gorgeous cold gold paper on the oil lamp.
When there were only ashes left, he opened the bamboo mat on the bed and touched a cold and hard cloth-wrapped wrist knife.
The thin but sharp blade can cut through layers of cloth and cause pain in one's fingers.
He held the handle of the knife together with his heart and hid it in his left sleeve. He felt particularly at ease, as if this little knife could protect him.
Opening the door, he walked into the unknown night.