Fast Transmigration: Save Him

It was dark in the basement, and there was a smell of damp and rotten in the air. In the early Song Dynasty, he leaned against a stake and looked up at the light above.

It's the only way out, but it's too far from the ground. There's no ladder or rope. Only immortals can get on it.

I don't know what happened to Qingjiu outside. After knowing Wenping's character, elder brother should not betroth Qingjiu to him, right? The seemingly gentle and harmless person, once launched ruthlessly, is the most defensible and the easiest to hit.

The early Song Dynasty closed his eyes, recalled the events of those years in his mind, and gently rubbed the Peach Blossom Jade with his fingers. His heart was quiet.

He wants to have a good rest, then go out from here and take Qing Jiu away.

Whether he is selfish or rebellious, he must be with her all his life.

Meanwhile, Qing Jiu sat in the room, staring at himself in the mirror.

Fang Yu came in with a basin of water. Seeing that Qing Jiu was in a bad mood, she put down the basin and walked behind her. She asked in a low voice, "Miss, how can I hear them say that there is a happy event in the house?"

"Yes, Wenping and I are going to get married. Originally, we said we would be married next month. I guess the date should be ahead of time." Qing Jiu said faintly, his eyes full of loneliness, raised his hand to take down the hairpin on his head, took it in his hand to see for a long time, and then put it on the table.

Fangyu was stunned, but she was a little confused. This young lady Wen Pinghe was born in childhood, and he was very good to her. She looked like a person who could be entrusted for life. Why was she so depressed?

"Miss, what happened today? The maidservant is in a daze. I feel there is a quarrel. " Fangyu bit her lips and decided to speak out her doubts.

Qing nine droops a Mou, "Wen Ping wants to force me, was stopped by four uncles."

Fang Yu looks at Qing Jiu in shock. Her mouth is so open that she can swallow a plate.

Young master Wen, who seems so gentle and polite, has done such dirty things to her young lady. It's true that he knows people and faces, but he doesn't know his heart!

"Miss, why do you want to marry Mr. Wen? How can a shameless man like him be worthy of you? Is the fourth master not against it? " Fang Yu said indignantly, holding her hands tightly, as if her fist would be on Wen Ping's face at the next moment.

Qing Jiu sighed and hesitated to tell Fang Yu about her and her fourth uncle, but would Fang Yu really understand them? Is this kind of violation of ethics something that everyone will despise?

Fang Yu was angry for a while. She noticed that Qing Jiu seemed to have something to say. She squatted down, put her hands on Qing Jiu's legs, and looked up at him with a smile.

"Miss, if you have anything to say, just say it. The maid is on your side anyway." Fangyu holds Qingjiu's hand as if to give her strength.

"Fangyu, in fact, I have someone I like. That person is my fourth uncle. I know it's not right, but I like him. Especially when I know that he also likes me, even deeper than I like him, I think that no matter what happens in the future, I will be with him. One thing, I won the bet, fourth uncle is not my father's brother, he and I are not blood relatives. Now, my father has threatened me with his life and has to marry Wen Ping. " Qing Jiu closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes and looked nervously at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu quietly listened to this, not as intense as Qing Jiu imagined, but looked at her with a kind of sad eyes.

"Miss, I've heard a lot of plays and seen a lot of things. I know the feelings between men and women. I can't help it. The master's trick is really wrong. But why must miss promise? We can find the fourth master, and you can go away with him. " Fangyu said in a low voice. She just wanted to make the young lady happy.

"But fourth uncle, I'm afraid my father thought I would find him long ago. There must be countermeasures. In case of hurting fourth uncle, I..."

"Miss, isn't the text in the Peony Pavilion saying," if you don't know where you're going, you can die if you're alive, and you can live if you're dead "? I feel that the fourth master would rather die than marry Mr. Wen for him. I don't know if this sentence is right. In a word, I firmly oppose this marriage. " Fang Yu pursed her lips and said stubbornly.

Qing Jiu was silent for a while, and raised his hand to touch Fang Yu's head; To tell the truth, she was a bit shaken when listening to Fang Yu, but now she doesn't know where her uncle is. This house is full of her father's eyes. Only Fang Yu is worthy of her trust. But Fang Yu has been hurt by her. If Fang Yu checks it, will she push her into the fire again?

"Fangyu, maybe my fourth uncle and I don't have enough predestination? Now the house is heavily guarded. We can't do anything. " Qing Jiu said powerlessly that the original hope was extinguished again.

"Miss, you are so smart and confused. Now the house is heavily guarded. When you get married, you always have to go out!" Fang Yu stood up and said triumphantly.

Big wedding? Do you want her to run away on the wedding day? What are the faces of the song and Wen families?

Qing Jiu shook his head. "I can't do such a thing. How can my father and the Wen family stand in the future?" She is a little displeased and reproaches Fang Yu for having such a bad idea.

"Miss, you are going to be with the fourth master. What else are you afraid of the reputation of the Song family? Besides, is there another master... "Fangyu realized that she was talkative and quickly covered her mouth.

Son? Qing Jiu takes Fang Yu's hand away and stares at her solemnly

"Yes, the master has a son who has been raised in a farm in the suburbs. The maid only knew about it last month. He told me not to say it, so I had to hide it." Fang Yu lowered her head and said.

"How old is he?" Qing Jiu thought that after her mother died, her father had no other woman. It didn't seem like this.

"He's seventeen this year." Fangyu replied.

"Seventeen? I'm only one year younger than me. I think I've grown into a handsome young man? " Qing Jiu looks at Fang Yu with a smile. As expected, she finds that her ears are turning red.

"You and he have been engaged for life?" Qing Jiu quickly accepted this matter, the existence of this young man, more firm her idea to leave here.

When the Song family had an heir, she naturally did not need to worry too much; If her elder sister is a little rebellious, her younger brother will go home to clean up the mess. She is right and can win people's support by the way.

"Maidservant, maidservant dare not." Fangyu bites her lips. She knows that as soon as the young lady leaves, he should soon become a righteous young master of the Song family. That's the difference between her and him.

"How dare you? If he is an indomitable man, he will protect you. If he gives up on you for other reasons, he is a coward. It's a good thing for you to give up, you know? Fangyu, you grew up with me. I know you are a smart girl. You read more poems and write better than me, but you don't show it in your daily life. Remember, don't give up on yourself for someone who isn't worth it, you know? " Qing Jiu took her hand and said gently.

It was Fangyu who advised her, but now it's the other way around?

"Miss, it's getting late too. You go to bed first, and we'll think of something tomorrow." Fangyu looked at the time, urging Qing Jiu to go to bed.

"Then you sleep with me."

After the wedding date was set for ten days, Qing Jiu hardly had time to talk to Fang Yu. She was measuring her size every day, saying that she would make wedding clothes and bring some new autumn and winter clothes to the Wen family.

We also need to discuss the style of the wedding invitation, the dishes of the wedding banquet, and the layout of the new house

Every day, Song Lin and Wen Ping take Qingjiu to visit here and there, buying this and that, as if they were going to get married.

Qing Jiu just laughed perfunctorily, or nodded in reply. After all, it was not easy to get out.

Fangyu, however, takes advantage of Songlin and Wenping's inattention to sneak to the farm in the suburbs and tell Qingjiu's younger brother about the incident. By the way, she finds a suitable time to bring people over.

On the eve of the wedding, Qing Jiu went back to her room early, anxiously waiting for Fang Yu to come back.

Fangyu promised to bring people back today so that things can go smoothly tomorrow.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Fangyu carefully led people to turn into Qingjiu's room from the back window.

"Miss, this is my minister." Fangyu pointed to the boy in coarse linen clothes and said.

Qing Jiu looked up, and the look between his eyebrows and eyes was really similar to that of his father. However, he was more handsome than his mother. Although he didn't wear any silk, he had outstanding temperament and didn't seem to be a simple person.

"I've met my sister." Song Qingchen nodded slightly, his face softened a little.

"Fangyu should have told you that the guards in the house will be a little looser tonight and tomorrow morning. I hope you can help me find my fourth uncle before tomorrow morning. He is in the house." Qing Jiu whispered, glancing warily at the window and the door.

Song Qingchen nodded and turned to go out through the window.

"Do you know the way?" Qing Jiu stops him.

"On the way here, Fangyu told me that I remember." With that, song Qingchen went straight through the window.

Qing Jiu nodded thoughtfully, praying to find him.

"Miss, tomorrow's maidservant will take your place in the sedan chair. You can leave at ease." Fang Yu looks at Qing Jiu and says firmly.

"Can......" Qing Jiu originally planned to run away directly.

"Don't worry, minister. He will protect me. I hope I can see Miss in the future." Fang Yu said with her eyes red.

"Yes."

On the other hand, song Qingchen followed Fang Yu's words in his memory and quietly looked for someone in Song Fu; After looking for it on the surface, I found that there was no place to close people, so I had to go underground.

Hiding in a tree, he recalled the road he had just passed and speculated where there might be a basement.

At this time, the two servants walked under the tree, as if complaining about something.

"If you shut that man under the ancestral hall, the master will not be afraid to collide with his ancestors?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, if you are heard, you and I will... "The servant raised his hand and made some gestures around his neck, speeding up his pace.

Song Qingchen in the tree heard clearly, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, it was under the ancestral hall of the Song family!