"I'll feed you." Song Huiyue asked Aunt Liu to bring hot soup cakes, and she took a spoon to feed Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song quickly grabbed the spoon and ate it slowly herself.
Her mouth was bitter and she couldn't taste even the dragon meat. But knowing that she wouldn't eat it, Song Huiyue felt uneasy and ate most of the bowl in one bite.
With something in my stomach, I actually feel better.
Song Huiyue chatted and laughed with her for a while, then got up and went out when she was tired.
Aunt Wang and Song Qinghui waited outside quietly. Song Qinghui didn't know what happened at home, he only knew that Mrs. Song was sick.
He stepped forward and took hold of Song Huiyue's sleeve, and whispered: "Sister, is grandma okay? I miss grandma."
After saying that, he emphasized again: "I really, really want to."
Aunt Wang quickly said: "My wife is not with me. I haven't slept well for two nights. I always wake up."
Song Huiyue touched Song Qinghui's head: "My mother is much better. When she wakes up, you can go and talk to her."
She looked at Aunt Wang again and said, "Please take the trouble."
Aunt Wang nodded and repeatedly stated that she would take Song Qinghui well.
Seeing Song Huiyue return to the house and getting ready to go out, she held Song Qinghui's hand, planning to let him have a full meal first.
Apart from her beauty, Aunt Wang has no other advantages. She is no match for Aunt Lin even in quarreling. At her age, if she goes to sing without the Song family, even if she sings fairy music, no one will buy her credit.
Mrs. Song and the eldest lady are both good people. If they don't treat her as a servant, she must not be frivolous and must fulfill her duty as a servant.
Song Huiyue strode out, while Yinxiao rented a carriage and acted as the driver himself, driving to the Yamen.
Outside the Yamen, she met Luo Huiniang and Xiao Chen.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law only lived for one day, and they became as close as mother and daughter, clinging to each other - mainly because the little Chen, who had no master, cuddled up to Luo Huiniang.
Little Chen didn't expect that this daughter-in-law was so powerful and the threshold of the Yan Mansion was so high, that she actually stepped into it.
Not only that, the son's case has also come to light.
Luo Huiniang was reborn and became the mistress of the house. She suddenly grew taller and was able to talk condescendingly to Song Huiyue.
However, she didn't bother to talk to Song Huiyue, and caressed the golden hairpin on her head. Her face was red and her eyes were shining brightly.
However, Xiao Chen proudly snorted to Song Huiyue and admonished her as an elder: "You only have eight buckets of rice in your life. If you travel all over the world and don't get enough, you can get as much as you deserve. What's yours is yours. If you force yourself to have something,
What’s the use?”
Song Huiyue smiled: "You are right. My cousin is suffering in prison. Don't force yourself and relax."
"You!" Mrs. Chen was so angry that she reached out and pointed in front of Song Huiyue, her fingernails almost pierced her face.
"If Wen Qiu does anything wrong in the slightest, I'll peel off your scumbag!"
Yin Xiao looked over from a distance, and saw that the riding whip hit the ground with a "snap", sending a stone flying into the sky and dust all over the ground.
The arrogant little Chen was startled and stood behind Luo Huiniang, while muttering: "What the hell?"
Luo Huiniang led her mother-in-law, who was not acquainted with the Song family, and handed in the wedding certificate and gift list, and asked the disciple: "Can my husband come out today?"
The disciples were recorded one by one, and Song Huiyue's was also included.
All you need to do is bring the bills and marriage certificates of the Song family and the Huang family to Ni Peng for comparison, and then he can make a decision if they are correct.
"I don't know," Menzi didn't even raise his head. Instead, he took Song Huiyue's list and looked at it, "Mrs. Song, right? You are the mistress. The person named Huang wants to see you. Master ordered you to be led in."
Luo Huiniang looked at the door, almost thinking that her ears were wrong: "What did you say? Wen Qiu wants to see her? Are you mistaken?"
"That's right, you have to meet us if you want to see her!" Xiao Chen nodded repeatedly.
Menzi said angrily: "Are you deaf in all four ears?"
Luo Huiniang knew that the yamen servants in the third and sixth wards of the yamen had no official status, and there were good and bad people. It was not wise to fight with them. She quickly asked with a smile, "Then can we also go in and have a look?"
"no."
Luo Huiniang whispered something to Xiao Chen, and Xiao Chen took out a bag of money and handed it over reluctantly.
"Please be accommodating."
The doorman held it in his hand and weighed it twice, then immediately turned his anger into a smile and said, "Okay, let's all go in. Pass through Jie Shi Fang, go in through the door next to the six-family house, and wait in the torture room."
In front of the door of the torture room, there were two braziers on the left and right, and a bamboo stand on the right with a large water basin on it, and a dozen soldering irons inserted in the water basin.
The two prisoners were about to ask them to go in and wait, when Wang Jiejie rushed over and slapped each of them.
"What kind of things are in your head, how can you let Mrs. Song go to the men's prison! Why don't you take her to the Horse Temple!"
The two prisoners went away obediently. Wang Jieji turned to Song Huiyue and smiled attentively, and asked Luo Huiniang: "You two also want to see the prisoners?"
Seeing his attitude, Luo Huiniang knew that the Song family had bribed the prison.
The methods in the prison were very cruel, and Huang Wenqiu must have suffered a lot in there.
Before she saw anyone, her eyes turned red.
"Yes, please make it easier."
Wang Jiejie received Master Ni's instructions first, so he glanced at Song Huiyue's expression. This look was not very clever, which made Luo Huiniang even more suspicious.
Song Huiyue has been working in the palace since she was born. After working around for so many years, she is accustomed to the calm glances of the chamberlains. Suddenly she saw such a careless glance, and she was stunned for a moment.
Looking again, Wang Jiejie was still waiting for her to give orders, so he nodded silently.
Seeing this situation, Luo Huiniang hated Song Huiyue even more.
If Huang Wenqiu had any shortcomings...she herself couldn't do anything to Song Huiyue, but the mountains were higher than the other. The Zhang family was not even afraid of the King of Jin, so it didn't matter if they took care of the Song family.
We have a long time to come, wait until we go to the Mashen Temple to meet Huang Wenqiu.
The Horse Goddess Temple is very humid, with a musty smell that persists all year round. There is a clay sculpture of a seated Horse God in the center. There is an incense burner in front of the clay statue, filled with burned out incense.
There is a tall vase next to the incense burner. The chrysanthemums in it are hanging their heads, their petals are falling off, and they are about to be blown out and unplugged.
Huang Wenqiu sat on his knees on the futon under the incense table, with his head tilted and his eyes dully looking at the ground, which were also withering like the chrysanthemums.
His ups and downs in the past few days were like a dream he couldn't wake up from.
Closing his eyes, the fragrance of Luo Huiniang's skin was still on the tip of his nose. Her tenderness and sweetness, her flattery, and his high-spiritedness, fighting with a gun, were still vivid in his mind.
When he opened his eyes, he was in prison, suffering unspeakable pain.
Elopement was wrong, and he shouldn't embarrass Song Huiyue on their wedding day. That's what he wanted to tell Song Huiyue the moment he was caught.
He thought Song Huiyue would come to see him, but Song Huiyue didn't show up at all.
He had also lived in prison for a few days, but he vaguely felt that this time was different.
The last time he was in the men's cell, he was given medicine, food, and not cold, and his mother-in-law could come in to see him. This time it was different.