"Mrs. Qi didn't reveal this meaning. If King Jin stays calm and stays like this in Tanzhou, the marriage shouldn't be too difficult. Now that it's so embarrassing, no one dares to marry their daughter to him. I can't afford the gamble."
Yue Huaiyu smiled, thinking that the ladies in Tanzhou City really dared to think so, and even picked on King Jin.
It seems as if as long as they are willing to marry, the King of Jin will be willing to marry them.
Even if two people are in love, can they ask for a decree to grant marriage?
If this man dared to think, he could really fly into the sky.
The old lady went on to talk about the oiran lady again, saying how she was immoral and shameless, and that she was the most promiscuous woman in the world.
Yue Huaiyu thought again, "This oiran lady is the most powerful woman in the country, but no one would tie up a man to go whore."
Everything the old lady said was unpalatable to her ears. From Zhang Xutang to the King of Jin to the oiran lady, she had to defend them all.
She held it in very hard, so she helped the old lady up with a smile: "Go to bed quickly, I see how sleepy you are, your eyelids will start to twitch again soon."
The old lady clapped her hands and went to sleep as she was told.
Yue Huaiyu said goodbye to the old lady and also yawned.
She held her grandma's hand and walked step by step toward her yard. Two maids were holding lanterns in front of them. The shadows on the stone slabs were swaying in various shapes, and their faces were blurry. They could be any lady.
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew by, and her eyelids twitched suddenly, as if it was an ominous sign.
"Walk faster." She quickened her pace and returned to the house.
The maid Di Gu poured tea for her: "Hey, why is there one missing teacup? Who accidentally broke it?"
Yue Huaiyu didn't care about these little things: "Just change it tomorrow."
She drank hot tea, took off her hairpin, walked around the folding screen and went to lie down on the bed.
The bed is a set bed. There are three paper curtains framed by black painted pillars on the outside, with whole plum blossoms painted on them. The bed is set inside, and a layer of green gauze is hung at the bottom. The gauze is like a void, and one can get a glimpse of the outside world.
The bed was big enough to hold her random thoughts and the letter Qi Yu sent today - the city was in such chaos.
The flute girl outside had fallen asleep. The night was getting darker and darker, and she was also feeling sleepy.
Just when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt the bed sinking, as if something had climbed onto the bed.
However, the movement was too soft, and I couldn't even detect what it was. It was rustling, crawling in the darkness.
Her heart trembled, her hair stood on end, and uncontrollable fear grew in her mind. Gods and ghosts swarmed up and climbed onto the bed to sleep with her.
In an instant, she had thought of many horrific scenes, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.
"Flute..." Her mouth was covered in the next moment, and a human voice gently entered her ears: "Shh."
He's a human, not a ghost.
Yue Huaiyu's heart dropped a little as he raised his throat, but it has not yet returned to his chest, and his scalp is still numb from being shushed.
"It's me, Song Huiyue." The hand covering her mouth fell gently again, "I came to you to hide."
Yue Huaiyu gasped for air, and this time his heart completely fell into his chest and began to beat wildly.
"You're crazy..." Di Gu turned over outside, Yue Huaiyu's neck and head were tilted back together, and her voice became lower and lower, "How did you get in?"
"First climb the wall, then walk, then climb through the window," Song Huiyue's voice almost reached Yue Huaiyu's ear, "You just came in like this, I can hide here with you, okay?"
Yue Huaiyu, who was about to cry but without tears, pointed to the broken porcelain pieces close to his neck, and screamed with air flow: "You didn't give me any room to refuse! Can I say no?"
Song Huiyue's hands did not move at all, and she whispered: "As a thank you, King Jin - I will build a bridge between you and King Jin."
Upon hearing the word Jin Wang, Yue Huaiyu's expression quickly changed from panic and anger to calmness.
She desperately needs Jin Wang.
It is not difficult for her to harbor an arsonist. Her bed is so big that there is enough space for Song Huiyue to have a home under the bed.
"make a deal."
Song Huiyue lowered her hand holding the porcelain piece, and exhaled a tired and painful breath. At the same time, she suppressed her desire to vomit. For some reason, her head hurt every time she moved, and her stomach was turbulent.
She had vomited out the gall water on the way.
"You must do what you promised."
After Yue Huaiyu listened to her words, that strange feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart again, as if Song Huiyue in the darkness was a ruthless executioner.
Anyone who fails to abide by the deal will be judged by her personally.
She got goosebumps, suppressing the trembling, she asked softly: "Do you want some water?"
Song Huiyue answered directly: "I'm hungry."
"Don't move here," Yue Huaiyu breathed a sigh of relief. After all, people are still hungry, "I'll get it."
She got out of bed, pulled on her shoes and walked out in the dark. The flute girl woke up, rubbed her eyes and quickly got up. She played the fire tune and lit the lamp: "What do you want, madam?"
"I'm hungry. Bring me the orange and chestnut cakes from the side hall."
"Would you like the kitchen to cook something warm?" Di Gu asked softly, "It's not comfortable to eat cold food today."
Yue Huaiyu waved his hand: "If there's a fire in the kitchen, grandma will be worried again tomorrow. Go get it."
"Yes," Di Gu felt distressed and brought some fruit, "it's better to be at home, with a small kitchen."
"In two days, it's time to go back and congratulate the noble man on his birthday. It's almost time," Yue Huaiyu told her, "I don't need you to keep vigil today. You can go back to sleep."
Di Gu hesitated and said, "I'll go make a bunk on the porch. If you need anything, you can call me."
Yue Huaiyu nodded: "That's fine."
Di Gu then went out with her bedding, closed the door, made a quilt and got in. While resisting the cold wind, she paid attention to the movement in the house.
The only sound in the room was that Yue Huaiyu moved things behind the folding screen, even the candlestick moved in, and everything became quiet.
The dark interior was immersed in warm yellow light, and Song Huiyue's true face was revealed in the darkness.
Yue Huaiyu's hand shook and he almost dropped the candlestick.
The clothes of Song Huiyue in front of her were black, yellow and red, with many scratches. Even beggars wore cleaner clothes than her.
What was more shocking than her clothes was her face.
A long scar runs from the end of the eyebrow on the left side down to the side of the mouth.
The wound was hideous and destroyed Song Huiyue.
Yue Huaiyu calmed down and placed the candlestick steady: "Your face..."
Song Huiyue was trying hard to peel the orange and had cramps. When she heard this, she complained without raising her head: "It hurts me so much."
It hurts enough when I'm not talking, but it hurts even more when I talk. If I open my mouth to eat, it's like squishing the wound and then tearing it open.
But you still have to eat.
How can a person be so squeamish when he is in a difficult situation?
She ate a bunch of oranges and a plate of chestnut cakes before she stopped and leaned against the pillow to digest.
It takes a lot of time to digest all the hatred and anger.
"Oh, by the way," Yue Huaiyu gently took a letter from the table outside, and then took out a document from the letter, "Look."