It was windy and rainy in King Yan's house. Li Jun and Song Huiyue wore bamboo hats and took a leisurely stroll in the drizzle.
Seeing Song Huiyue's sweet words towards King Yan, Li Jun couldn't help but said: "You want Zhang Xutang to betray his family, but King Yan should not be like that."
He considered his words: "Stupid."
Song Huiyue felt quite calm and said with a smile: "Yes, so I just sow seeds today."
She looked around and saw the vendor selling Huangqiao sesame cakes rubbing his hands and stamping his feet in the corridor of the incense shop, so she walked over and bought three, asking the vendor to give two to Li Jun and one to herself.
The vendor took six cents and gave Song Huiyue one as a gift.
The two of them also stood on the porch to eat. Li Jun held the paper bag and took it underneath. He took a big bite and the sesame seeds and cake crumbs fell down and scattered on the oil paper.
"A seed like yours needs several storms before it can germinate."
Song Huiyue chewed a small mouth: "Are you worried that Zhang Xutang will find out?"
"No," Li Jun replied seriously, "I'm worried that the poor thing will be killed by the wind and rain before the seeds germinate."
He lifted the parchment paper and poured the cake crumbs into his mouth.
Song Huiyue shook her head: "Zhang Xutang's strong winds and showers couldn't kill him, and even a little drizzle wouldn't do it for me."
Li Jun bought another piece of cake. Seeing that the rain was getting worse, his hands and feet became cold as he stood here, so he thought about going home. Unexpectedly, a sedan passed by the two of them at this time, and a slender
Her jade hands were holding on to the curtain, with half of her face exposed, looking out with charming eyes.
"Ah," his eyes fell on Song Huiyue, he hesitated for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Madam!"
The person in the sedan was Liu Qin, who was about to go out to buy incense when he saw Song Huiyue wearing a bamboo hat and standing on the porch eating sesame cakes. She didn't notice it at first, but Song Huiyue just raised her head to pour out the cake crumbs and ate it, so she immediately
Recognized it.
Song Huiyue was startled, and with a shake of her hand, the cake crumbs on the oil paper fell onto her clothes. She hurriedly patted them, and stepped forward while patting them: "Ms. Liu"
"I was just looking for you" made her swallow it back.
After seeing Liu Qin last time, she quietly changed her plan in her mind - a small change in location, which was harmless.
Although Liu Qin was an oiran and quite courageous, she had a close relationship with the King of Jin and would not say anything out loud if possible.
Liu Qin wanted to reminisce with Song Huiyue, and Song Huiyue also wanted to get something out of Liu Qin's mouth, so Liu Qin's fragrant wind swept Song Huiyue into his sedan chair and urged the bearer to move forward.
Okay, let's go to the private house to catch up on old times.
The bearer carried the two young ladies without feeling tired, and walked forward as fast as he could.
Li Jun froze on the spot, with a faint fragrance still lingering on the tip of his nose. His moon had disappeared as if he had been kidnapped. When he turned around, he saw the hawker selling sesame cakes staring in the direction of the sedan, mesmerized.
, the halazi has dripped onto the feet.
"Hey!" He stamped his feet and ran into the drizzle, chasing the sedan.
The sedan quickly stopped in front of a private house in Zhouqiao. There was a Yanyue sign hanging by the door. It was still daytime and he had not raised the gardenia lamp. Li Jun was out of breath, holding on to the wall and bending down deeply.
"Huchihuchi" gasping loudly.
The two bearers, both over fifty, looked at Li Jun with smiles and mocked him silently.
The vermilion door opened, and a smooth-combed old bustard came out with a spring breeze on his face. He blew Song Huiyue and Liu Qin in while holding Li Jun between them.
Li Jun walked through the middle door without touching the ground and entered the main room. Suddenly, he was hit by the aroma of wine. He saw that the huanghuali wood table was filled with wine and dishes, and the dishes were spread out. The dishes were too exquisite and small. With Li Jun
A handsome mouth, one mouthful and one dish.
The private concubine laid out the meal at this neither early nor late hour, which shows that it was specially prepared for Liu Qin.
Liu Qin took off her cloak and handed it to the madam, saying warmly: "Mom, go get some more bowls and chopsticks, and make a fresh fish. Do it quickly. Bring the fat fish and bream. We'll check the account later."
The madam agreed and went out on her feet. Liu Qin pointed to the seat of honor and said, "Madam, please sit down quickly."
Then she looked at Li Jun perfunctorily: "You sit down too."
Without waiting for Li Jun to answer, she had already taken Song Huiyue's hand and sat down. The madam put on the bowl and chopsticks, and then put a piece of bacon on Song Huiyue's hands: "The lady has lost a lot of weight, please try it quickly."
Song Huiyue had breakfast and sesame seed cakes. There was no room in her stomach. She only tasted one chopstick: "Are you running in both directions?"
Liu Qin nodded: "After you left, I don't know what the prince was busy with. The flower tea house always didn't add people. After I was transferred here, I brought someone up to take care of it."
The old bustard brought the fat fish and bream, and Liu Qin gave it to Song Huiyue: "The prince only said that you went to Dingzhou, but didn't tell me that you were back. How was your stay in Dingzhou?"
Song Huiyue nodded in the aroma that filled the room, and then turned to look at a landscape painting hanging on the side of the cave. The painting was just plain, but only this one was hung. There was also a small table and a smoker below.
, you know that this painting is a precious thing.
She put down her chopsticks, walked to the bottom of the painting, and said with a smile, "This painting is a bit interesting."
Liu Qin walked over in person, pointed to the seal on the painting, and whispered: "What is interesting is not the painting, but the person who painted it."
Li Jun was chewing alone. When he heard this, he turned to look at the painting, and stretched his neck to look at the seal on the painting. He saw that it was carved with the words "mountain hermit". After seeing it clearly, he felt a pain in his heart.
, I wish I could tear down the painting and destroy it on the spot.
Shanyin Jushi was the title given by King Chen himself.
He thought with his toes and knew that it was Jinshang who was a hypocritical person. He looked cool in his white arowana clothes, but he still had to smear his father's head.
After barely finishing the fat fish bream in his mouth, he looked at Song Huiyue, who was looking at the portrait thoughtfully, and then asked Liu Qin to lead her around the house. His heart moved, and he guessed
What is Song Huiyue going to do?
"This is the man who does great things," he thought to himself, "I am so incompetent that my father's ashes will be scattered. Who cares?"
Feeling relieved, he regained his appetite, picked up the chopsticks and continued chewing.
Song Huiyue looked at the house from beginning to end, not even missing the corner door. She remembered the location of the door and the wall. When she returned to the main room, she saw Li Jun staring at her while eating.
A knowing smile.
She also laughed, feeling that her stomach was a little empty, and saw a bowl of spicy fish soup coming up, so she sat down and picked up her chopsticks to try the fish.
Liu Qin sat next to her, picking up food for her, smiling and chatting, feeling very happy.
She always remembered Song Huiyue's kindness to her. Even if Song Huiyue killed someone and her hands were covered with blood, she still felt that Song Huiyue had compassion for the suffering in her heart.
The more lofty a person is, the less sympathetic they are, thinking that all people struggling in suffering are just ants.
Things like ants can be amused when they are happy, and can be wiped out when they are unhappy without any punishment.
When she went in and out of Prince Jin's residence, she saw many servants and guards in Prince Jin's residence. Because these people relied on Prince Jin's sect, they also felt that they were superior, and they looked at her from top to bottom.
But Song Huiyue, who in the eyes of King Jin was more precious than his own life, had never looked at her like this.