Du Lianrong's back was injured by a sharp weapon at some point, but she was not dead.
Mrs. Yang was slow to arrive, and she and Mrs. Xiao Yun were watching the thrilling scene downstairs. They didn't say a word when they came up, and they carried the woman away after she was hit.
It is hard to say whether he will live or die in the future.
Song Qinghuan's clothes were torn in many places. Xiao Yun felt extremely distressed. After saying a few words to Yang, she took her back to the Marquis Mansion.
Wei Yutang came forward several times and wanted to say something, but he held back. It was not until Song Qinghuan was helped into the carriage by the little maid that he became anxious.
Across the carriage, he bent his fingers and tapped twice.
Song Qinghuan sat still, but Xunmei opened the curtain. When he saw it was Wei Yutang, he became angry and said sourly: "Isn't the Third Young Master Wei going back to Lizhou? It's already getting late, so it's time to set off."
Already."
Wei Yutang's face turned red when she was scolded by her, and he stammered: "I, I..."
Xunmei snorted: "You haven't dealt with all the bad things in your family. Do we girls owe you or something? We suffer these crimes every day."
He added: "This store is open for business. If it is closed for just one day, it will lose a lot of profits. However, it has been implicated and closed several times. It is really annoying."
Xunmei only saw that Wei Yutang was easy to bully, so she dared to say these words with no dignity. If it were Xiao Wei, he would probably not be able to beat him with a stick.
Unexpectedly, Wei Yutang was not annoyed when the little maid told him, but only felt more and more guilty.
Song Qinghuan saw that Xunmei was disappearing more and more as she talked, so she stopped her: "You are so unbridled that you will be helpless."
Xunmei was scolded, but she didn't say anything more, she just stuck out her tongue unconvinced.
Song Qinghuan then said to Wei Yutang, "I'm not feeling well today. I'm afraid I won't be able to see Brother Wei and his aunt off. Brother Wei, please take care of yourself when you go."
Wei Yutang waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
There was a hint of sadness in his brows, and he hesitated for a while before reaching out to lower the curtains on the carriage, and said through the window and coffin: "You, wait for me, wait until I come back to marry you."
After a pause, he added: "I will never let you down."
After saying these two sentences, no more sounds were heard. When Xunmei couldn't bear it and opened the curtain again, she saw that Wei Yutang had walked away.
She looked at the departing figure for a moment and smiled: "Girl, our future girl looks like an idiot."
Song Qinghuan glanced over and she immediately shut up obediently.
Not long after, the carriage started to go to the Qibei Marquis Mansion, and the people who were blocking the front door of Yipinju to watch the excitement gradually dispersed, but today the business was no longer possible.
Xiao Yun was so frightened by that scene that she went home and asked the maid to look over Song Qinghuan's body to see if there were any injuries.
Although Song Qinghuan used to be a thick-skinned person, she turned out to be a charming young lady raised in the Hou Mansion. She was delicate and soft. Although Du Lianrong had to deal with it a lot, she didn't get any serious injuries, but there were still some injuries.
A few places are purple.
Xiaoyun was so angry that she scolded everyone, and secretly scolded Yang as well. Then she calmed down and found some plaster for Song Qinghuan to take back and apply.
Returning to Lanyue Pavilion, Ta Xue had already returned. He welcomed Song Qing in, closed the door, and said in a low voice: "Back to Miss Du, we can't find out who caused the injury on Miss Du's back, but someone saw it."
When Miss Du and the girl were about to die together, something unknown flew out of the building opposite us, but the source could not be found."
Song Qinghuan spread her hair in front of the bronze mirror and frowned slightly when she heard this: "Can't you find the source?"
Texue said nothing, only nodded.
Song Qinghuan became even more confused. Du Lianrong really almost took her to see the Lord of Hell today. If someone hadn't secretly blocked her, she might have been seriously injured even if she didn't die this time.
But although this person blocked him, he also hurt Du Lianrong. Who is he? Is he an enemy or a friend?
After thinking about it for a long time and not having a clue, Song Qinghuan sighed again, and simply put it aside for the time being since it wouldn't do any harm to him.
The wooden comb in his hand was combing through his hair. Song Qinghuan put these things behind his mind and then ordered: "Let Yipinju close down today and send out more snacks tomorrow."
Wei Tingdong and the Yang family returned to Lizhou with Wei Yutang and Du Lianrong. The tokens had already been pinned to Song Qing's happy bun. The two families had also agreed on a date and would come to the Song family to formally propose marriage on the tenth day of May.
Although the incident of Xiaoyun's name being Du Lianrong was extremely unpleasant, it may not be a good thing if you think about it. If Du Lianrong always keeps a low profile and is delicate and soft, it will be even worse when Song Qinghuan marries her in the future.
deal with.
Not two days after the Wei family left, they started to prepare for the engagement again.
Now that he had the money that Song Qinghuan sent from time to time, he had a lot of money, so he hired craftsmen to repair everything in the house that needed to be repaired.
The two mottled gates in front of the main gate of Qibei Houfu were the first to bear the brunt.
Song Qingyan bought several new clothes and new jewelry in succession. She said that these were just external things, but her eyes were still sparkling.
Song Qinghuan's life has also calmed down. Except for the occasional inspection of the first-class residence of Dianzhuang Pavilion, looking at the account books, and tinkering with recipes for skin-nourishing cream in his spare time.
There was Empress Dowager Jiang in front of Xiao Wei, and behind her there were several beautiful maids who were having a fight with Yao Yuechan in the backyard, but for some time they didn't have time to trouble her.
In March and April, there are many flower banquets, tea banquets, and poetry banquets. There are not many people who send messages to the Song family this year. Song Qinghuan did not go even once. On the contrary, Xiao Yun took Song Qingyan there several times.
return.
I don’t know whether it was because of the Dianzhuang Pavilion or Princess Rouzhen, but Xiaoyun took Song Qingyan to banquets again and again. The ladies from various families were much more polite to the mother and daughter than before. Every time they came back, they were always
You can see her smiling.
Although Song Youyu went to Liaodong, life in the Song family was much easier and faster than before.
There has been no news about the war in Liaodong, but Xiao Ci's letter has been placed on Song Qinghuan's dressing table several times.
The first time, there was only the word "well" written on such a large piece of paper. The second time, and the third time, there was not even a word. It took half a day for the empty envelope to be filled with leaves or weeds.
Later, I even put in a random wild fruit and gave it to me.
The days are getting warmer, and the leaves and weeds that arrive are dry at best, while the wild fruits are rotten.
Song Qinghuan had no choice but to bury the half-rotten wild fruit in a flowerpot, but he murmured in his heart that Xiao Ci was too bored in Liaodong.
Liaodong is quite a distance from Kyoto. Even a one-way trip of 800 miles would take about ten days on a hurry. It happened that he could send a reply to himself in five days.
The days passed uneventfully, and within a few days after the Qingming Festival came to worship ancestors, another incident occurred in Beijing.
It is said that the girl from the Yu family who was engaged to Prince Tongrui Xiao Ci suddenly died of illness.
