win the hairpin

Chapter 1 Painting the Moon
On the eighth day of June in the twenty-fourth year of Yuanzheng, Tanzhou.

Song Huiyue was riding a green horse, dressed as a teenager, wearing a summer hat, and a green gauze shirt, with an empty fish basket hanging upside down on her waist, and many mud spots splashed on both sides of her cloth shoes.

She has an oval face, thick eyebrows and almond eyes, a straight nose bridge, and pearly lips, which has not yet faded from her childishness.

She is sixteen years old and can be married, so it should be the age when a matchmaker breaks the threshold.

But things often don't make sense.

Her father, Song Qi, was originally the governor of Jin Wangfu. He was an official of the fourth rank, commanded the government officials, and played for the king.

The future is really endless.

Ten years ago, the queen passed away, Concubine Zhang Guifei and her son Yan Wang Li Yuguang rose up suddenly, the court suddenly changed dramatically, Song Qi and Jin Wang "went to prison together".

Thinking of the relationship between father and son, the king of Jin was punished to Tanzhou. If the king had a fault, he would interrogate the chief history. Song Qi was interrogated by the emperor and hanged himself in prison.

Song Huiyue, who was only six years old, fled to Tanzhou with the ten-year-old King Jin with difficulty, and then moved all the family members here, and it took ten years in a flash.

Immeasurable instantly became Wuliang.

Song's mother, Mrs. Chen, guards this small family and spends her days working hard. She doesn't want Song Huiyue to marry a wealthy family, but only wants her to marry a good family, so that she can have enough food and clothing, and live a happy life.

She invited the embroiderer to teach Song Huiyue to work.

The thread is alive in the hands of the embroiderer, and it is lifelike when it is embroidered on the satin. It is also alive in the hands of Song Huiyue, because it is not controlled by her.

Song Huiyue feels pretty good about herself.

Everyone has their own strengths. Although she doesn't know how to work as a female worker, she can read and settle accounts, and she can also do a little boxing.

But other people don't buy her account of both internal and external training - since ancient times, there have been no ladies from all over the world to learn boxing kung fu, unless the man's family can't think about it and they want to find someone who can beat a man.

Coupled with her bad reputation, the marriage was delayed without compromise.

Song Huiyue was not in a hurry, but Song's mother was so anxious that her mouth was full of blisters. Seeing that she was not pleasing to the eye, she scolded her with embarrassment, so she could only sneak out to fish.

Suddenly a gust of wind swept by, and the vegetation in the mountains swayed wildly. The crown of a towering camphor tree beside the road surged like waves, and the leaves scattered like rain, covering the ground.

"Is it going to rain again?"

The mountain road was rugged and muddy, covered with dark clouds, and there was another heavy rain in an instant. She hurriedly urged her horse, wanting to go back to Tanzhou mansion as soon as possible.

When he was running fast, a lot of mud clods suddenly rolled down from the hillside not far in front of him. Looking around, there were some small trees and weeds on the hill. The soil was soaked by the rain so soft that the roots were exposed.

Tanzhou is full of mountains and water masses. During the flood season, there are often landslides.

Song Huiyue reined in the horse and took a few steps back.

At the same time, a man and a horse galloped forward, ignoring the clods and gravel falling from the cliff, and came straight to Song Huiyue.

The visitor was black and short brown, with a thin body, a pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes, the end of the eyes was like a hook, and the divine light was hidden inside.

He was two years younger than Song Huiyue, but he had long arms and legs, and a calm expression, as if he had missed his childhood and had grown up hastily.

Song Huiyue narrowed her eyes to watch him walk through the rocks without fear and stop in front of her.

Yin Xiao reined in his horse and lowered his head: "Mistress, Huang Wenqiu is here."

Song Huiyue nodded, raised his whip, and ran forward.

As soon as the sand and rocks fell from her head, the sky was full of dust, and the green horse spread its hoofs and passed through it. Then, there was a dragon rolling in the mountain, and there was a rumbling sound, and all the vegetation, trees, and sand were dumped.

Yin Xiao followed closely behind, rode his horse and raised his whip, and an earth temple fell completely behind him.

The fallen soil flooded the mountain path, leaving a gap in the mountain.

But Song Huiyue and Yin Xiao had already turned a bend in the mountain.

"I heard that you came to Jianshan, and he went to visit Jiaozi shop." Yin Xiao chased Song Huiyue's horse amidst the sound of the wind, "now he is sheltering from the rain in Chonghua Temple."

He controlled the horse, not only allowing his voice to penetrate into Song Huiyue's ears in the wind, but not letting himself pass Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue glanced back at him.

Before her eyes fell on Yin Xiao's face, Yin Xiao lowered her eyes: "I'll break his leg, and he will be obedient."

Song Huiyue still didn't speak, and rode her horse until she reached the mountain gate of Chonghua Temple before stopping and rolling off her horse.

Untied the empty fish basket, hung it on the horse, inserted the whip, and went up the steps: "Go and see him."

Yin Xiao tied the two horses together and followed.

Thousands of mountain winds passed through her body, raising her sleeves high, as if she had suddenly grown wings and wanted to leave the ground.

The sound of bells and Duos in front of the eaves can be heard endlessly.

The Chonghua Temple was dilapidated, the four walls were broken and incomplete, the swallow shit was in front of the door, and the door was unlocked. Yin Xiao stepped forward to push the door and let Song Huiyue in.

In Zhike's office, an old monk was sweeping the water with a bamboo grate. Seeing Song Huiyue and the others coming, he quickly put down the bamboo grate and clasped his hands together: "Are the two benefactors here to shelter from the rain?"

The sky is full of clouds.

Song Huiyue returned a salute: "That's right, I would like to ask Master for your convenience."

Yin Xiao took out a tael of silver. The old monk said, "Master, please arrange some tea."

The old monk caught it, and put his money and hands in his sleeves, thinking that today's rain came just in time, and he collected two parts of silver, enough to chew for five months, and he could still make up for a small bet.

"I'm going to make tea right now, the two of you please."

"Thank you Master, I'll go to see the real Buddha first." Song Huiyue turned and went to the main hall.

The hall was dark and unclear, and the Buddha sat in lotus position, his hands were covered with dust, and his eyes were slightly closed.

In the censer were a few short, extinguished sticks of incense.

Song Huiyue took out the flint, intending to light the candle and burn a stick of incense, but just as she took it out, she heard a call from the door.

"cousin."

Song Huiyue turned around and looked at the person coming.

At this moment, a flash of electric light pierced the sky sharply, piercing into the dark hall, illuminating the faces of Song Huiyue and the Buddha in white, as if all four eyes were open at the same time, shooting darkly at the people who came.

The lightning flashed by, and the thunder "boomed", and the people standing outside the threshold shuddered suddenly, and the umbrellas fell to the ground in shock.

The bean-heavy rain hit the muddy ground, connecting the sky and the earth together.

When the rain hit him, Huang Wenqiu came back to his senses, and stepped in hastily, regardless of the umbrella.

He is a gentle and handsome young man with a fair complexion, wearing a tall scarf on his head, and a plain straight gown, his every move reveals a refined demeanor.

His cousin, and Song Huiyue, have a thousand miles away. If you get to the bottom of it, it can be said that it has nothing to do with money.

Just because Huang Wenqiu's mother's surname is Chen, she met Song's mother Chen when she was offering incense in Lushan Temple.

He stopped in front of the Bhikkhu statue: "Cousin, I came here specially to see you."

Song Huiyue stood with her hands behind her back, and smiled calmly: "My cousin is rich now, and I don't see my aunt visiting. I heard from Yin Xiao that he called you several times, but you also avoided seeing him."

Huang Wenqiu felt guilty, frowned, and glanced at Yin Xiao who was standing in the dark: "I have something to tell you."

Song Huiyue nodded: "Please tell me."

Huang Wenqiu could only say clearly: "Yin Xiao goes outside and waits."

Yin Xiao didn't move, and he didn't even look at him, as if he wasn't there.

(End of this chapter)