win the hairpin

Chapter 72 The Song and Yue Trading
Old Madam Fu yawned.

"Madam Qi didn't reveal what she meant. If the king of Jin is safe and stays in Tanzhou like this, the marriage should not be too difficult. Now that it's so embarrassing, no one dares to marry his daughter to him, and he can't afford to bet."

Yue Huaiyu smiled, thinking that the wives of Tanzhou City really dared to think, and even picked on King Jin.

It seems that as long as they are willing to marry, King Jin is willing to marry.

Even if the two are in love, can they ask for a will to grant marriage?
If this person dares to think, he can really fly into the sky.

The old madam went on and on about the oiran lady again, how she was immoral, shameless, and she was the world's first-class flirtatious woman.

Yue Huaiyu thought again, this lady who is an oiran is all over the country, so no one would tie a man to whoring.

What the old lady said was not pleasing to her ears. From Zhang Xutang to the King of Jin to the Oiran lady, she had something to refute.

She was holding back very hard, so she helped the old lady up with a smile: "Go to sleep quickly, look at you sleepy, your eyelids should twitch again in a while."

The old lady patted her hand and went to sleep as she said.

Yue Huaiyu also yawned after saying goodbye to the old lady.

Holding the hand of the nanny, she walked into her yard step by step. Two maidservants were lighting lanterns in front of her. The shadows on the stone slabs were swaying and swaying, and their faces were blurred. They could be any lady of the family.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew by, and her eyelids twitched, like an ominous omen.

"Go faster." She quickened her pace and returned to the house.

The servant girl, Di Gu, poured her tea: "Hey, why is there one missing teacup? Who broke it carelessly?"

Yue Huaiyu didn't care about these little things: "Just change it tomorrow."

She drank hot tea, took off the hairpin, and went around the folding screen to lie down on the bed.

The bed is a set of beds, with black lacquered pillars on the outside and three sides of paper curtains, with plum blossoms painted on it, and a bed inside, with a layer of green gauze hanging on the lower part, the tulle seems to be empty, and you can see the outside situation.

The bed was big, big enough to hold her random thoughts and the letter Qi Yu sent today—the city was in such a mess.

Digu outside had already fallen asleep, and the night was getting darker, and she also felt drowsy.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt the bed sink, as if something had climbed onto the bed.

However, the movement was too light, and it was impossible to notice what it was, rustling, crawling in the darkness.

Her heart trembled, her hairs stood on end, uncontrollable fear grew in her mind, ghosts and ghosts swarmed up, crawled onto the bed and wanted to share the same bed with her.

In an instant, she had already thought of many terrifying pictures, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.

"Flute..." Her mouth was covered in the next moment, and a human voice softly penetrated into her ears: "Hush."

It's a human, not a ghost.

Yue Huaiyu's heart sank a little when he mentioned his throat, but it hadn't fallen back to his chest, and his scalp was still numb from hiss.

"It's me, Song Huiyue." The hand covering her mouth fell gently again, "I'll come to you to hide for a while."

Yue Huaiyu gasped for breath, her heart completely sank this time, and began to beat wildly.

"You're crazy..." Di Gu turned over outside, Yue Huaiyu's neck and head were thrown back together, her voice kept getting lower and lower, "How did you get in?"

"Climb the wall first, then walk, and then turn over the window," Song Huiyue's voice was almost close to Yue Huaiyu's ear, "That's how I came in, I'll hide here with you, okay?"

Yue Huaiyu wanted to cry without tears, pointing to the pieces of broken porcelain that were clinging to her neck, and said madly with the sound of air currents: "You didn't give me any room to refuse! Can I say no?"

Song Huiyue's hands remained unmoved, and she whispered: "As a thank you, King Jin—I will build a bridge between you and King Jin."

Hearing the word Jin Wang, Yue Huaiyu's expression quickly changed from panic and anger to calmness.

She desperately needs King Jin.

It is not difficult for her to hide an arsonist. Her bed is so big that there is enough room under the bed for Song Huiyue to settle down.

"make a deal."

Song Huiyue hung down her hand holding the tile, and let out a very tired and painful breath. At the same time, she suppressed her desire to vomit. For some reason, her head hurt when she moved her head, and her stomach turned upside down. She had already vomited out all the gall water on the way.

"What you promise, do it."

And Yue Huaiyu heard her words, that strange feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart again, as if Song Huiyue in the darkness was a ruthless executioner.

Anyone who does not abide by the deal will be judged by her personally.

She got goosebumps, suppressed the trembling, and asked softly, "Do you want some water?"

Song Huiyue replied directly: "I'm hungry."

"Don't move here," Yue Huaiyu heaved a sigh of relief, after all, people are still hungry, "I'll get it."

She got out of bed, pulled on her shoes and walked out in the dark. Digu woke up with a start, rubbed her eyes and got up quickly.Blow on the torch and light the lamp: "What do you want, lady?"

"I'm hungry, bring me the orange and chestnut cakes in the side hall."

"Do you want the kitchen to cook something warm?" Di Gu asked softly, "It's uncomfortable to eat cold today."

Yue Huaiyu waved his hand: "If the kitchen is on fire, grandma will be worried again tomorrow, so go get it."

"Yes," Di Gu felt distressed, and brought some fruit, "it's better to have a small kitchen at home."

"In two days, it's time to go back to celebrate the nobleman's birthday, soon," Yue Huaiyu told her, "You don't need to watch the night today, go back to sleep."

Di Gu hesitated and said, "I'll make a shop under the porch, so you can call me if you have anything to do."

Yue Huaiyu nodded: "Alright."

Digu went out with her blankets in her arms, closed the door, made a quilt and got in, keeping an eye on the movement in the house while resisting the cold wind.

In the room, there was only the sound of Yue Huaiyu moving things to the back of the folding screen, even the candlesticks, and everything was quiet.

The dark interior was immersed in warm yellow light, and Song Huiyue in the darkness also revealed her true face.

Yue Huaiyu's hand trembled, almost dropping the candlestick.

The clothes of Song Huiyue in front of her were black, one yellow, one red, and there were many scratches. Even beggars wore clothes cleaner than hers.

Even scarier than the clothes was her face.

A long scar runs from the end of the left eyebrow down to the edge of the mouth.

The wound was hideous and destroyed Song Huiyue.

Yue Huaiyu stabilized his mind and put the candlestick down: "Your face..."

Song Huiyue was struggling to peel the oranges and was cramping, and complained without raising her head: "It hurts me to death."

It hurts enough when you don't talk, and it hurts even more when you talk. If you open your mouth to eat, it's like squashing a wound and tearing it apart.

Still have to eat.

When people are in trouble, how can they be so delicate.

She ate a bunch of oranges and finished a plate of chestnut cakes before she stopped and leaned against the pillow to digest without moving.

It takes a lot of time to digest all the hatred and anger.

"Oh, that's right," Yue Huaiyu gently took a letter from the table outside, and took out a document from the letter, "Look."

(End of this chapter)