win the hairpin

Chapter 19

The matchmaker asked about the Song family's house at the street corner. The two women pointed their hands, watched the matchmaker knock on the door, and laughed at each other, "Which matchmaker is this?"

"I don't know. All the matchmakers in Tanzhou City have been found. It's strange that Matching Shan's mouth can't match her girl's marriage."

Mrs. Song was very surprised when she heard the matchmaker's intentions. After sending the matchmaker away, she discussed it with her two aunts.

There are few people in the family, and the two aunts also feel distressed. She has long stopped treating them as outsiders.

Aunt Lin was the first to say: "No one with the surname Huang. If you have a little money, you can't get anywhere. Even if the eldest lady stays at home to take care of the girl, it's better than marrying such a person."

It was rare for Aunt Wang not to choke with her: "It's really not a good match."

Mrs. Song nodded: "That's what I mean too, but it's not easy to refuse straight away. I'll refuse after she comes again in two days."

Song Qinghui was squatting at the door, holding two branches and bowing left and right to intercept the ants. Mrs. Song talked to him when she went out: "Brother Hui, do you think cousin Huang Wenqiu is okay?"

Song Qinghui took time out of his busy schedule to answer: "Sister said it's okay."

Mrs. Song was taken aback when she heard this, wondering if Song Huiyue loves Huang Wenqiu?

This child has always had a big idea, if she pushes it rashly, she might be sad.

After thinking about it, she planned to ask Song Huiyue first.

Song Huiyue answered straightforwardly: "Marrying anyone is the same. Huang Wenqiu's intelligence is average. Fortunately, the family is simple and quiet. I think it will work."

Mrs. Song carefully scrutinized her expression, seeing that she had no face, and couldn't figure out what she was thinking for a moment.

"I am afraid he is not of good character."

Sensing Mrs. Song's thoughts, Song Huiyue smiled and said, "Mother, I like him."

Mrs. Song hurriedly pinched her mouth: "You're talking nonsense, don't be ashamed."

Song Huiyue hid aside and smiled: "My mother has come to ask me. If I am shy, I will pass this village and there will be no such shop."

"Marry a man, marry a man, dress and eat," Mrs. Song glared at her, "This is a lifetime thing, I'll go out and find out first."

She asked Yin Xiao to go out for a stroll, and the result of the final inquiry was that Huang Wenqiu didn't prostitute or gamble, he was filial to his mother, and he was kind in doing business, but he often went out for business and had no free time.

There was nothing wrong with it.

Mrs. Song always felt that something was wrong.

Could it be that the reason why he doesn't come to the door because he is rich is because he has no time?
When Mrs. Song was puzzled, Yin Xiao ran to report to Song Huiyue: "Huang Wenqiu and Luo Huiniang are sneaking around in Lushan Temple, hugging each other."

Song Huiyue was secretly watching "Jade Avalokitesvara" in the back garden, when she saw a piece of dedication paper from her father, sending Xiuxiu to the Prince's Mansion in Xianjun, she was distracted and let out a "huh".

Yin Xiao didn't leave, watching a gust of wind, blowing down a rain of flowers, falling on Song Huiyue and herself, lost in thought.

After reading it, Song Huiyue picked up the fan and fanned it: "Huang Wanwan is dishonest, what do you think should be done?"

Yin Xiao raised his hand and stabbed him, "I'll stab him to death."

"Savage," Song Huiyue looked at the beads of sweat on his forehead, and slapped him twice, "You go and teach him a lesson, tell him to be more honest, and don't act like a moth at this time."

Yin Xiao took the cattail fan and fanned it vigorously. The gauze on Song Huiyue's body moved with the wind and fluttered, making Song Huiyue a moon in the sky and a flower in the water.

"Then I break his leg?"

"Break his legs, and he won't be able to marry me beautifully. Be kind. Kindness makes money."

Yin Xiao's gaze lowered, looking at Song Huiyue's exposed shoe tip: "You teach me."

Song Huiyue thought for a while, then leaned towards Yin Xiao's direction, and Yin Xiao smelled the grass and trees on her body in an instant.

He knelt down on one leg, bowed his waist, and put his ears in line with Song Huiyue's mouth, and his whole body was tense for Song Huiyue's approach.

Song Huiyue got closer again, said a few words briefly, and her voice fell into Yin Xiao's ears lightly.

Her voice was soft, but her breath was very domineering, straight into Yin Xiao's nose.

The hotter the weather, the stronger the smell of paper-wrapped incense on her body. Even so, the mosquito still took a tricky bite in her eyebrows.

This place is flushed red.

Yin Xiao calmed down, turned himself into a stone Buddha, and took the beauty into his eyes calmly.

After listening to Song Huiyue's words, he nodded: "I'll do it when night falls."

Song Huiyue didn't pay attention to him, and stretched out her hand to scratch her eyebrows: "He's timid, don't scare him to death."

Yuan Yuan's footsteps sounded.

Song Huiyue took back the cattail fan: "Go."

Yin Xiao got up, and without going through the door, jumped onto the wall, hiding herself among the lush branches.

Yuan Yuan gave Song Huiyue a bowl of ice and snow cold water.

A thin layer of water droplets hung outside the bowl, and the water droplets gathered on Song Huiyue's hands, flowed into her wrists, and wet her sleeves.

Song Huiyue drank it all in one gulp, flipped through the book with her wet fingers, and read the words on the book: "Who's childish sound of the clapper made the mandarin ducks fly in two directions."

Yin Xiao detoured back to the front door, and opened his clenched hand after returning to the house. Inside was a hibiscus flower that fell from Song Huiyue's body.

He put the flower close to his nose and smelled it carefully, then lay down on the bed and covered his lips with the flower.

The evening breeze is cool.

When Yinxiao waited until Chou, in the dead of night, he wore a bamboo hat woven by Song Huiyue, a cool shirt, tied trousers, put on straw sandals, hid a sharp knife, and went up to the roof.

Along the way, I met three gentlemen from Liangshang. When I arrived at Huang Wenqiu's house, he jumped off the roof and landed softly.

Although he was young, he also had the ability of a tiger in the mountains. His body was strong and tall, but his steps were very light. He sneaked into Huang Wenqiu's bedroom quietly.

Huang Wenqiu was soundly asleep.

Cold tea was poured on his face, he woke up in a daze, opened his eyes and saw Yin Xiao sitting facing him, a very unpopular evil spirit.

Huang Wenqiu shivered violently, and when he was about to yell, he realized that his mouth was stuffed with a cloth and he was tied up naked.

It was a hot day, and he was not covered with a quilt, but only wore a silk coat. Yin Xiao stripped off his silk coat and tied it up for him.

"Woooooooo..."

Yin Xiao said: "Ma'am, I don't want to have troubles before getting married, I hope you can be honest and don't go to see Luo Huiniang."

Huang Wenqiu's karma burned from his forehead to his forehead, and he wished he could pounce on him and bite off a piece of Yin Xiao's flesh.

Song Huiyue actually asked Yin Xiao to monitor her!

Outrageous!

He is a big man, not Song Huiyue's slave!

Now that she is not married, she is so daring. If she gets married in the future, wouldn't he take a concubine and ask her to make the decision?
Absurd, simply absurd.

Huang Wenqiu snorted hard.

Do you think he will be afraid if you tie him up?

He is a handsome man--

Yin Xiao ignored his anger, stepped forward and lifted him to sit on the bench, pressed his hands on the table, shook out the knife, and in the blink of an eye, he raised the knife and cut Huang Wenqiu's left little finger in two.

Huang Wenqiu watched the blood splatter, and just now he came to his senses, the screams were blocked in his throat again, he was sweating in pain, his eyes were about to split, and he rolled on the ground.

Yin Xiao turned a blind eye to his pain, squatted down and wiped his silk clothes with the knife, cut off a corner of the clothes to wrap his fingers, and strode away.

(End of this chapter)