When King Jin went out today, he saw Yan Shi and others welcoming him with fear, and talking about the loss of Gangyin with a sad face. He, the instigator, was in a very happy mood.
On the way back, I was even more happy when I thought that Song Huiyue was in the house, and I never closed my mouth. Unexpectedly, as soon as I came back, I saw Song Huiyue running to greet the annoying Yinxiao.
He gritted his teeth angrily, secretly hating that Yin Xiao was so public about his illness. As soon as he recovered from his jealousy, Xie Zhou poured a basin of cold water on him, completely chilling him.
He looked at Xie Zhou with an angry look. Xie Zhou knelt on the ground and trembled, sighing secretly that he was reciting words and even what he said was overheard by King Jin.
If he had anything to say in the future, he would definitely hold it back and say it home. He would never be heard if he closed the door.
Du Lan only had half a life left. At this time, he was kneeling on the ground due to Xie Zhou's troubles. He felt the coldness was overwhelming and he didn't know if he could save his life.
Xie Zhou can no longer control him at the moment, so he pleads for himself first: "Your Majesty, my subordinates are not doing things well. Please forgive me. I will definitely drink less in the future...drink less in normal times and not when doing important things...if I make mistakes again."
, I don’t mind if I don’t want this head.”
King Jin waved his hand: "Go back and rest."
"Ah?" Du Lan didn't expect that he would pass the test so easily and was overjoyed, "Thank you for your forgiveness, Your Majesty!"
He got up and left, turning to look at Xie Zhou who was still kneeling in the cold wind, feeling very grateful.
Thanks to Xie Zhou's mistake again, he was shown to be innocent and lovely, Du, who would never stab the prince's heart. I would give Xie Zhou a good meal some other time.
Xie Zhou also wanted to plead guilty like Du Lan, but before he could speak, King Jin had already left.
"Your Majesty..."
King Jin didn't even look back and said, "Kneel down."
"But it's raining, Your Majesty!" Xie Zhou was about to cry but had no tears. He shuddered as he looked at the fine drizzle of rain falling.
Huang Ting opened his umbrella and followed the footsteps of King Jin to Zhuxi Zhai. When he walked into the courtyard, King Jin stared at Song Huiyue, intending to ask her why she was so good to Yin Xiao, but he stopped as soon as he saw Song Huiyue.
Get rid of your anger and become calm.
Song Huiyue had something on her mind and couldn't sleep, so she didn't go to rest. Instead, she sat on the porch with her legs spread apart and folded a half-woven bamboo basket.
The bamboo strips were as thin as paper, flexible and sharp, rising and falling between her fingers.
The tender yellow bamboo strips were intertwined with her fingers, then fell from her fingers, spread out, and became a smooth and dense piece.
The drizzle of rain fell, making Song Huiyue and the bamboo feel velvety together.
King Jin stood motionless, staring at Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue's hands were very slender, with well-defined joints. The pieces of bamboo strips flew in her hands, revealing the quiet time.
She is very focused, no matter the wind and rain around her, it is not real to her, her eyes are only on her hands.
King Jin's heart also calmed down.
The sound of rain hit him, and he hadn't been so calm for a long time.
The destination he wanted to reach seemed too far away, so the road he walked was also very bumpy. He was always thinking about things in his mind, and there was no time to stop.
Even if he had nothing to do occasionally, the past would still stir up trouble in his heart. The good, the bad, those who loved him, those who hated him, all became clearer the more he thought about them.
When Song Huiyue moved out from the palace, he thought it was because there was no one to weave bamboo utensils, so he asked Huang Ting to specially invite a bamboo craftsman back.
The old bamboo strip craftsman's skill in weaving bamboo strips was so superb that even three Song Dynasty Huiyue could not match him.
Those bamboo sticks were swinging back and forth in front of his eyes. Not only was he not calm, but his eyes were confused and his heart was even more confused.
Later he understood that what he was looking at was not Bian Zhu, but Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue is a world of its own.
King Jin took the umbrella from Huang Ting and walked over.
Song Huiyue was concentrating on the movements of her hands when she suddenly heard a movement. She loosened her hands and a piece of bamboo strip was slapped on the wound on her face with great elasticity.
She immediately gasped in pain. When she saw that the person coming was King Jin, she endured the pain and greeted him with a smile and tears.
"Your Majesty."
King Jin quickly stepped forward, took away the bamboo basket, and looked at her wound carefully: "Does it hurt too much? It's all my fault."
Song Huiyue shook her head: "It's okay, everything will be fine soon."
King Jin sat down next to Song Huiyue and asked again: "Is it cold?"
Song Huiyue turned over her sleeves: "It's not cold, my mother-in-law gave me thick clothes."
King Jin stretched out his hand to twist his sleeves and found that it was a jacket. It was warm enough, but the sleeves seemed to be short.
She is also wearing an indigo jacket outside her snowflake jacket, and the collar and sleeve edges of her lapel are finely embroidered with blue flowers. Before, she was sitting boldly and knitting bamboo baskets, so you couldn't tell, but now she looks both demure and graceful.
, and also made her look a bit weak.
King Jin looked at Huang Ting: "I seem to have a lot of large flowers and cotton piled up in my library, which is just right for cotton-padded clothes."
Huang Ting said quickly: "There are some. I bought more during the cold spring this year and have been keeping them."
The King of Jin was very afraid of Song Huiyue's rejection, so he added: "It will be left alone anyway. It will be eaten by insects and ants, and it will be a waste."
"Yeah." Song Huiyue did not refuse.
She saw that while King Jin was talking, he was always paying attention to the direction of the wind. Sometimes the umbrella moved to the left and sometimes to the right. Although the wind and rain were cold, the umbrella was always by her side.
She really wanted to say a few words to King Jin that would make him happy, but she didn't know how to say it, and she didn't want to say it. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would fall into the gentle country created by King Jin.
He is already a handsome man, and every move he makes makes people feel good about him. No matter how gentle he is, he is really irresistible.
But his doting and shackles coexisted, and he always wanted to imprison her.
Prince Jin held an umbrella with one hand, and with the other hand he took out an oil paper bag from his sleeve: "Here, I almost forgot."
Song Huiyue took it and opened it. It was a small steamed bun and it was still warm.
She looked at King Jin doubtfully.
"Yan Shuaisi gathered all the four divisions together and invited me to discuss at his house the matter of He Shuaisi borrowing troops to suppress the bandits on Jinghu North Road.
I ate this crab roe bun at that time, and it was better than the chef here. I couldn’t ask questions to avoid making a fuss, so I secretly packed one back.”
He went to Qi Cangsi's house for a meal and praised the cherry pie. Afterwards, Qi Cangsi sent him the cook.
The steamed buns weighed heavily on Song Huiyue's heart.
She had no way of repaying King Jin's love, so she had no choice but not to repay it. She ate the buns without emotion and whispered, "Your Highness, I plan to go to Kyoto with Yin Xiao to find Qing Hui."
When King Jin heard this, he wanted to kill Yin Xiao immediately.
He was also going back to the capital. Why didn't Song Huiyue say she wanted to go back with him? Instead, she said she wanted to go back with Yin Xiao.
Trying his best to calm down, he sighed: "If you leave now, your mother will not only worry about Song Qinghui, but also you. How can your body be better? When Gang Yin's robbery case is over, I will have to return to Beijing.
You come with me, the Zhang family is not an ordinary family, and the security is probably even tighter than mine."