Xie Zhou hugged the struggling grass egret, with beads of sweat on his head, and apologized repeatedly to the four ladies: "I'm rude and have disturbed all the ladies. Please forgive me."
Mrs. Qi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out to be the eighth master of the Xie family. Why are you catching flowers here? It's already this season, where did they come from?"
Xie Zhou smiled and said, "The prince caught him earlier and raised him."
Mrs. Yan patted her heart and said, "Your Majesty is quite different. He actually raises such a big bird."
Xie Zhou held the grass egret's wings with one hand and pinched its mouth with the other. He also had to watch out for its legs. He was very busy: "The prince also raised it for Mrs. Song. It took a lot of effort to raise it until now. I
I haven't been doing things well recently and I've been sitting on the bench. I want to ask Mrs. Song to intercede because of the hard work I have done raising birds. Who knew this thing could run away so well."
As soon as these words came out, it was very quiet for a while.
The female relatives looked at each other, unable to believe their ears.
Why did the King of Jin help Madam Song to raise birds?
Is it possible that he still wants to please Mrs. Song?
Definitely not, there must be some inside story that they don't know about.
Mrs. Lin couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't you ask your father to intercede for you, instead of asking Mrs. Song?"
Xie Zhou could hardly hold Cao Lu anymore, and said with a difficult expression: "Of course it's because she and the prince have different feelings."
After saying that, he stared at the back of the path.
You Song was flying away with Yin Xiao on his back.
Mrs. Yan nodded: "The feeling of adversity is naturally different. Prince Jin really values feelings."
"Ma'am, you had a great time. I'll take my leave now!" Xie Zhou saw You Song running away without a trace, and he quickly ran away with Cao Lu in his arms.
As he ran, he thought that it would be different if there were women in the palace. From now on, they would all turn into geckos and run against the wall.
As for You Song, who was carrying Yin Xiao on his back, he was cursing in his mind: "You bastard, I risked my life just for the sake of my wife. I have to come and guard her even though I have a fever. If I wasn't afraid that you would scare the guests, no one would carry you!"
He slapped Yinxiao hard on the butt: "If I tell you to fight back, I'll give you a bruise on the nose and a swollen face."
The female relatives who stayed behind looked at Xie Zhou who was coming and going in a hurry, and then carefully studied the few words he left behind. The more they thought about it, the more they felt that there was something in Xie Zhou's words, and it seemed that he had come specially to support Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Yan turned her head and looked at the gift in Nanny's hand, and felt that the gift was too light.
If Mr. Xie wants to ask Song Huiyue to intercede, then her old ginseng can only be regarded as a carrot to Mrs. Song.
When Lin and Cao saw her gaze, they both looked at the gifts they had brought.
Only shabbier, not the shabbiest.
So the three of them touched the pearls and jade on their bodies at the same time, preparing to choose the most expensive one as a meeting gift for Song Huiyue.
Since the King of Jin valued friendship, they followed his favour, established a good relationship with the Song family, and then walked from the Song family to the King of Jin.
The little waiter bowed his body, extended his long hand forward, nodded and bowed, and urged silently.
Several young ladies followed behind, all feeling sour in their hearts. They were not only jealous, but also envious.
Yan Youwei pulled Yue Huaiyu's sleeve and said coquettishly: "No wonder she threw me into the water last time, and the prince helped her out. Both my mother and father said she didn't mean it, and they didn't allow me to take revenge, so I had to endure it."
Yue Huaiyu teased her absentmindedly: "Then if she throws you into the water on purpose today, what will you do?"
Yan Youwei waved her hands quickly: "I won't provoke her."
She secretly thought in her heart: "If she deliberately attacks me, then I will... Well, she has the support of the prince, so she has no choice but to endure it."
The young lady of the Lin family whispered: "If the Luo family knew that the prince valued the Song family so much, they would probably be frightened to the point of restlessness."
The young lady of the Cao family said: "What's the use of their fear? Luo Huiniang is not afraid."
Qi Yu was originally looking at the scenery of the palace, and his eyes hurt and he couldn't bear to move away. After hearing Madam Cao's words, he blinked hard and started working with his mouth.
"Luo Huiniang must be very scared too, she is missing."
Yan Youwei thought for a while: "Did she run away with someone again? Did her father report it to the official?"
Qi Yu said: "The Luo family wishes they had never given birth to her, so how could they report to the government?"
The young lady of the Lin family said in a soft voice: "Then her mother-in-law didn't report to the government?"
Qi Yu shook his head: "Her mother-in-law had too much time to take care of herself. Could it be that Luo Huiniang died in love?"
The young lady of the Cao family whispered: "It's not good for us to talk about other people's affairs like this."
Yan Youwei immediately glared at her: "Why didn't you feel bad when you said behind my back that my brain was not good? Now you are pretending to be virtuous, but in fact you are bad!"
The young lady of the Cao family blushed: "Who...who said anything about you..."
"It's you!" Yan Youwei snorted, "You think I didn't hear you? You said it behind the Taihu stone in your house."
She pouted, holding Yue Huaiyu in one hand and Qi Yu in the other, and ran forward: "I won't play with you!"
Yue Huaiyu advised: "Today I came to see Mrs. Song and Mrs. Song. Mrs. Song is ill, and the Song family uncle doesn't know whether he was in the fire... If you want to cause trouble for her, I will be angry."
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Although Yan Youwei was still very angry, she listened to Yue Huaiyu's words and was no longer reluctant. She just stared angrily at the young lady of the Cao family.
Miss Cao almost made her glare at Miss Lin's back.
"I just remembered something," Qi Yu quietly glanced at the elders in front of him and lowered his voice, "Let me tell you, Song Huiyue's face seems to be seriously injured."
As she said that, she stretched out her hand and made signs on her face: "I heard that half of her face was injured."
Everyone except Yue Huaiyu was dumbfounded.
Yue Huaiyu looked at Qi Yu in shock: "How did you know?"
After the King of Jin took Song Huiyue away, Song Huiyue had not shown her face. Judging from the reactions of Yan Youwei, Lin and Cao, they were completely unaware. How did Qi Yu know?
How could she, a young lady in a boudoir, have such good ears and eyes?
Qi Yu whispered: "What I heard - in short, I know."
She is good at catching wind and shadows. When all kinds of news comes to her ears, she will use her imagination to guess three to four points of the facts, and then by making insinuations, she can get a glimpse of seven to eight points of the truth.
In her eyes, Yan Youwei and others are all little brats who have not grown up and are only worthy of being her audience. She is satisfied by the wonders of the little brats.
Soon, the gate of the courtyard arrived, and the two groups of people inside and outside had a cordial and friendly meeting at the gate. Amidst the flowers, willows, and jewels, they complimented each other and exchanged warm greetings.
In the end, Mrs. Song was exhausted and lost first. With a dry mouth and tongue, she invited everyone into the main hall for tea.
Aunt Yun welcomed everyone to the open hall to serve tea, and Song Huiyue was waiting inside, saying hello to everyone in a sweet and kind manner.
Seeing Song Huiyue, everyone who was chattering just now fell silent for a moment.
Song Huiyue had a long scar on her face. She smiled at the guests as if she didn't care, and didn't even cover it with a gauze scarf.