win the hairpin

Chapter 3 Mother's Kindness and Son's Filial Piety
"Stop!" Mrs. Chen wanted to beat Song Huiyue, but couldn't catch up, "If I don't convince you today, you don't even know who is in charge of this family!"

Song Huiyue fled faster than a monkey, circling the courtyard: "I was hit on my body and hurt on my mother's heart. I ran for my mother!"

The two surviving aunts fought left and right, trying to persuade each other while abusing each other.

Aunt Lin used to sell small singers in a restaurant in the capital, she was very articulate, and she rushed to the front and said: "My dear lady, Madam knew that you went to Jianshan, and heard that Jianshan collapsed, she fainted twice in shock, and has been thinking about you for a long time. Hanging in my heart, if Yinxiao hadn't followed you, she would have gone to the palace to ask for help, and I had to hold on for a whole day, feeling extremely anxious."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Aunt Wang vaguely: "Unlike some people, when the sky falls, she will let the tall one hold it up."

Aunt Wang originally sang Tsing Yi, and her singing skills are average, but she has a somewhat charming appearance. With her face, even if she sang like a rooster, some people would cheer her on.

She considers herself to be a character, and she doesn't have the same knowledge as Aunt Lin, who sells little singers and can't get on the stage.

But Aunt Lin couldn't hold back and wanted to stab her.

"Yo," she said with a firm tone, "Some people's skins are so impenetrable to a gun. No wonder they dared to show off in broad daylight when the master was around."

With two wild mouths, he spoke unrestrictedly. The angry Chen yelled to shut up and stop at the same time.

Song Qinghui sat on the sidelines obediently and watched the fun, saying "wow".

The maid Yuan Yuan and Nanny Liu talked and persuaded, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Mrs. Chen was anxious at first, but now she rushed forward in anger, suddenly became dizzy, and slipped down on the stone slab.

The two aunts were so frightened that they immediately shut their mouths and surrounded them.

"Auntie!" Song Huiyue was relieved to see Liu Nanny holding Chen Shi, and ran over to hold Chen Shi's hand, "Auntie, you go in and sit down to rest, you can beat or scold, or When I was full, I was hungry all day, and my stomach was flat."

"Yuanyuan, go to the kitchen to see if the meal is ready." Chen Shi gave her a love and anger look, "Didn't you eat enough fish outside?"

Song Huiyue grinned: "I only like fish cooked at home, please sit down."

She took the teacup from Nanny Liu again: "You drink tea, you will be very angry and hurt yourself."

Seeing her pleasing and pitiful appearance, Mrs. Chen was still the same as when she was in Kyoto, she couldn't help feeling sore and her eyes were red.

"If your father is still here, so what if I let you be mischievous, now...after you get married, you will have someone to rely on, and I can live with Qinghui, so I can rest assured."

Aunt Wang couldn't help but said: "Ma'am, isn't the prince still here? The prince always takes care of us."

Mrs. Chen gave her a blank look: "We rely on grass and trees, why are we always begging for help?"

Song Huiyue saw that she was getting more and more depressed, so she changed the subject: "Don't worry, I came across a temple today, went in and asked for the Avalokitesvara spirit lotus, and asked about the marriage, and it was the best lottery."

Chen's eyes lit up: "How to say?"

"Marriage is predestined, to meet among a hundred flowers, to meet is marriage, and it is also the love of the king."

"Here's the lottery. It happened to be an invitation to appreciate the lotus. I was wondering how it was delivered to our house. I didn't expect it to be the Avalokitesvara spirit lottery."

The post was sent by the newly appointed Yan Zhizhou's daughter.

Tanzhou has vast mountains and rivers, a lot of money and food, and a wealth of people. Yan Shi was able to come to Tanzhou to be the magistrate of the state, and also served as the commander-in-chief.

But there is King Jin in Tanzhou, so to be able to mediate well between King Jin and King Yan, one must be a well-rounded person.

The post was placed on the golden lacquer table, and Song Huiyue washed herself from head to toe when she was lighting the lamp, and then she took off the cover again.

The inside is made of cold gold paper, but the handwriting is similar to Song Qinghui's.

Beginners first practice, horizontal is horizontal, left is left, dare not cross the line at will.

It seems that the lady of the Yan family didn't want to invite her poor family to settle down. She had no choice but to post this post. In order to express her humiliation, she asked the maid beside her who could write to fill in the words for her.

The person who wants to invite her should be Mrs. Yan.

Yuan Yuan came over with a fruit plate: "Miss, these are plums from my wife, you can try them."

The plums are green and green, each one is as big as an egg, and there is a layer of cool air, which cools the eyes of those who look at it.

Song Huiyue took one and took a bite out. The sourness was too sweet, and she swallowed it without blinking her eyes.

Holding half of the juicy fruit, she got up and strode to the back of the partition, holding the post in one hand and stuffing the plum into her mouth with the other.

Sitting at the desk, she threw the core into the slag hopper, tore off half of the Leng Jin paper, dipped it in the pen and ink, wrote two lines of small characters, and handed it to Yuan Yuan: "Send it to Yin Xiao."

Yuan Yuan took the paper and put it in his sleeve, and responded.

Going out of the room through the veranda and through the hanging flower door, she saw Lao Lin, the concierge, carrying a bench to enjoy the shade behind the gate, so she smiled and came forward to say hello: "Uncle Lin, is Yin Xiao there?"

Lao Lin shook his palm fan: "I don't know, you knock on the door."

Yuan Yuan glanced at the closed door, feeling timid in his heart: "Can you ask for me?"

"That won't work," Lao Lin got up, "You little boys and girls, I, an old man, are an eyesore here, so let's go."

Yuan Yuan shouted to Lao Lin's back: "I'm not looking for him, it's the lady looking for him!"

As soon as the voice fell, the closed door opened with a "snap".

Yin Xiao leaned against the door frame, folded his arms around his chest, put on an old cool shirt, looked at Yuan Yuan: "What do you want me for?"

Yuan Yuan was agitated, his heart skipped a few times, and he quickly took out Song Huiyue's note: "Madam asked me to give you this."

Yin Xiao stood up straight, walked up to her in two or three steps, and pulled the note out of her hand.

Yuan Yuan lowered his eyes, looked at his slender fingers and well-defined joints, and wondered why this man had such a strange temperament.

I don't know where the big lady bought it from.

Yin Xiao took the note and looked down first.

He recognized the lower case script written by Song Huiyue, which is unremarkable, simple and plain.

Yuan Yuan was illiterate, so she looked over curiously.

Before her eyes fell, Yin Xiao folded the note, went back immediately, closed the door, and sat down on the chair.

There is a fragrant air on the paper, which covers up the smell of ink.

But it wasn't the smell of Song Huiyue.

There have been a lot of mosquitoes at night recently, and Song Huiyue is the most attractive to mosquitoes. At night, she always lights paper incense mixed with mugwort leaves, and her clothes also have this smell.

He didn't smell Song Huiyue's scent, so he burned the gorgeous cold gold paper on the oil lamp.

When there were only ashes left, he lifted the bamboo mat on the bed, and found a cold and hard cloth-wrapped wrist knife.

The thin and sharp blade hurts the fingers even when pierced by layers of cloth strips.

Holding the knife hilt and covering his heart together, and hiding it in his left sleeve, his heart is extraordinarily at ease, as if this small knife can protect him completely.

Pushing open the door, he rushed into the unknown night.

(End of this chapter)