Song Huiyue heard Zhang Xutang sit down and said nothing more - the Zhang Xutang they knew was just a small piece of iceberg that surfaced, and the true face hidden under the water was something they hoped they would never be able to touch.
arrive.
She settled in Wanzhai by the Cai River and stayed with Wan Yunjun for one night. She smeared her face early the next morning, then put on her maid's clothes and went out carrying a bamboo basket.
In the bustling place of Kyoto, the crowd was bustling, and no one paid attention to a little maid whose face was full of the scent of makeup. She walked all the way to Caomen Street, walked along this street, and walked all the way to the incense shop next to the Song family's house.
She got in and bought a whole basket of incense, and also carried two large incense towers. The incense towers pulled her heavily, making her rickets.
The clerk asked her to put them here and take them one at a time. She shook her head and went out with all her strength. Then she took two steps and paused until she reached the Little Foot Shop opposite Song's house and picked up a camphor wood table closest to the door.
He sat down on a chair facing the Song family and ordered a bowl of mutton noodles.
The noodles were served steaming hot, and in the mist of heat, the Song family's house appeared in her eyes.
The door of the house was open. Tan Ran and Aunt Lin had returned from Tanzhou. Tan Ran stood in the yard pouring water. After the water was poured, he went into the kitchen. There was a fire in the kitchen and a table was set up inside.
Aunt Lin is setting up breakfast.
Breakfasts were all the ones they used to eat in Tanzhou. Because they remembered Song Huiyue's love for Tanzhou's flavor, they brought many of them back, but they never expected that when they came back, everything would be turned upside down.
Song Huiyue disappeared, and the house was sealed by the government. Thanks to the King of Jin, they were able to continue to live there. Only by living here could they feel at ease, otherwise the eldest lady would not be able to find them when she came back.
For breakfast, there were glutinous rice dumplings with glutinous rice balls, fatty fish bream, and three deep-fried pancakes. Tan Ran also bought meat buns, which was extremely rich, but both of them ate in silence.
As Aunt Lin ate, she said, "Madam loves to drink fermented glutinous rice."
She stood up, took an empty bowl, placed it on the table, and poured a few spoons into the bowl: "Save some for the eldest lady."
Tan Ran subconsciously wanted to say something, but he still closed his mouth and did not spit out a word.
The room was very quiet. In fact, when Song Huiyue was there, it wasn't very noisy. She spent most of her time in the small side room reading storybooks and weaving bamboo strips. Only if she made Mrs. Song angry would the house become quiet.
There was great movement.
When Song Huiyue was here, no one felt that the room was too quiet. On the contrary, everyone walked softly for fear of disturbing the eldest lady's tranquility. But now it is really quiet, but it is deathly quiet.
No matter how noisy it is outside, it has nothing to do with them.
Song Huiyue couldn't hear what they were saying, and couldn't even see their movements clearly - she couldn't even see Aunt Lin. She could only see that after Aunt Lin got up, there was an extra bowl on the table.
She held the chopsticks in both hands and immersed herself in eating the noodles. As soon as she blinked her eyes, tears fell into the bowl of noodles.
It's really heartbreaking.
She ate two noodles with chopsticks, dropped the two large plates of incense tower under the table, and carried the basket out the door. The sky outside was iron blue, and the fine snow exposed the shape of the cold wind, rolling up, down, left, and right.
, whizzing through all the gaps in the human body.
Pedestrians were hurrying, talking and laughing, and the people carrying the burdens were shouting loudly. She heard the man behind her chasing her and shouting that something had been left behind. She did not look back and hurried away, raising her hand to wipe her wet eyes.
My heart aches with emptiness.
She walked in a hurry, passing by the door of Prince Jin's Mansion without stopping to inquire about Song Qinghui's condition.
After passing by Prince Jin's Mansion, she walked faster and faster, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, until she walked out of Wangchun Gate, crossed Zhujiaqiao, and found two tombs behind Zhujiaqiao.
It is the grave of Mrs. Song and Song Qi.
She came here mainly to visit the grave.
The weather is still bad, there is no one in the wilderness, the sky is gray, and the snowflakes hit people's faces and become knives.
Song Huiyue threw away the basket and knelt in front of Mrs. Song's tomb, motionless - in order not to leave any traces, she did not bring any incense candles, paper money, but only herself.
The tomb was well built and beautifully arranged by King Jin, but she couldn't see it. All she could see was the lifeless tomb.
"Auntie, I'm here to see you."
She wanted to reach out and wipe the snow on the tombstone, but in the end she didn't move. There was only blood rolling in her limbs and veins. She slowly exhaled the hot breath and raised her head to hold back her tears, so as not to smear the makeup on her face.
Grandma is her home.
She knelt down for more than an hour.
The wind and snow became more and more intense, freezing her stiff. The fine snow hit her face, causing her pain and cold. Her fingers and knees could not move. After a while, she stood up with her hands on her thighs.
When she stood up, she had to leave. She picked up the basket full of snow. This time she did not take Caomen Street, but took a detour. She was afraid of seeing King Jin because she always felt that Mrs. Song's death had caused her
He also had a share with the King of Jin.
She walked smoothly along the way, and the crowds of people were enough to hide her, and she only stopped near the Daxiangguo Temple.
There are many female relatives offering incense at Daxiangguo Temple. For some reason today, there are more women than in the past. The carriages of the female relatives are crowded together. Several young ladies are competing for priority, and the carriage drivers are rushing forward. As a result, they all collide with each other and make a mess.
group.
This road was such that even the ants in the carriage had to go sideways, and Song Huiyue couldn't pass it. She couldn't stay here, so she hurriedly walked to another alley.
A carriage was walking ahead of her, and as she got closer, she heard a sharp yell coming from the house.
"What kind of person is Lu? He dares to reject our Zhang family! Our Zhang family hasn't fallen yet!"
Song Huiyue recognized the voice of Zhang Xutang's mother.
There was a soft voice of dissuasion from inside, and Mrs. Zhang's voice became quieter and could not be heard clearly. Song Huiyue did not stop, but accelerated her speed to walk out from here. However, by coincidence, the corner door
Suddenly it opened.
Mrs. Zhang rushed out surrounded by several female relatives, and glanced at Song Huiyue who was blocking the road angrily. She was stunned for a moment, and a pair of big eyes flashed in her heart. When she was about to take a closer look, Song Huiyue had already walked out.
Alley.
Her thought just passed by and she didn't think much about it, because there were many people with big eyes, and the little maid just now was not like the one named Song - no, she still had to tell Xu Tang.
She left angrily and returned to the rebuilt Zhang family. She first vented her anger on the servants, then went to send warmth to her beloved grandson and waited for Zhang Xutang to return.
But Zhang Xutang had not returned from Prince Yan's Mansion, and she couldn't swallow the Lu family's tone, so she ordered someone to hitch a carriage and go to Prince Yan's Mansion in person.
The sky was dark, the snow had stopped, the moon was not bright, and the snow on the ground had not yet melted. The carriage moved very carefully. In front was Mrs. Zhang's carriage, and behind was a carriage with four maids. In order to avoid collision, there was a little distance between them.
Song Huiyue changed into a short, soapy brown suit and stood at the entrance of Wuyou Cave under the Zhouqiao Bridge. She concentrated on staring in the direction of the Zhouqiao Bridge. She faintly heard the sound of a carriage and took out the slingshot she had bought temporarily.