Chapter 14 Those who restrained him thoroughly understood

The candlelight flickered slightly, and the shadows of two people were cast on the window by the candlelight.

The girl's slender figure was standing, and the figure opposite her was sitting upright, just like him.

Xie Qiao's expression did not change and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

He looked at the girl in front of him calmly.

Song Jin used to be very obedient, but now she was different from before and was very persistent. She was serious and obviously prepared that if she didn't drink, she would not only stand there but also "seriously" persuade him.

Why is that?

Xie Qiao remained silent, thinking carefully.

He thought about last night's abnormality all day. In fact, he was a little unsure whether his abnormality yesterday was due to the medicine or something else.

He had experienced that kind of abnormality before, usually in the morning, and he could suppress it in less than a quarter of an hour.

But he was so out of control last night.

He didn't want to drink the medicine today, not because he suspected that there was something bad in Song Jin's medicine, but because he wanted to know why.

But now, Song Jin insisted like this.

He didn't quite understand the girl's abnormal behavior.

He frowned slightly and still wanted to refuse, but the moment he lowered his head, he suddenly saw another tiny scratch on Song Jincong's white fingertips.

There were no stains or dust on the scratches, only faint traces of blood.

Xie Qiao's brows darkened, and he couldn't bring himself to say no.

Song Jin didn't know his identity. Song Jin's money was earned by her hard work.

These days, he copied books in his room, and the silver he earned in two months was not as valuable as a piece of paper he used to use in Kyoto.

It was during this period of time that he truly understood that making money is not easy and every penny must be spent wisely.

This tonic is so expensive. If he were Song Jin, he would definitely not be willing to throw it away.

No wonder the girl is so persistent.

He lowered his eyes slightly, raised his hand to take the medicine bowl, and then drank it all in one gulp.

He put the medicine bowl back on the tray: "Well, you are right."

Song Jin saw that Xie Qiao still looked cold, but his actions were obedient.

The serious kitten smiled with narrowed eyes.

The dimples smiled even deeper——

Her husband is really nice!

He just stays at home copying books and doing work all day without moving his butt, doesn't go out to cause trouble, and doesn't drink or gamble. He is so handsome and very obedient!

Besides being a bit old-fashioned and taciturn, he is also temporarily powerless.

The rest is perfect.

Wow, she really likes it!

"Then my husband, please continue copying books. I will be back later." Song Jin went out with the medicine bowl.

The girl's steps were brisk, as if she was following a tune.

Xie Qiao was a little stunned.

He even began to become a little absent-minded, and the pen in his hand just stopped in mid-air without writing a single word.

After a while, Song Jin came back.

Unlike before, she did not get into bed directly, but sat opposite him, as if she had something to say.

Xie Qiao put down his pen and looked at the girl who was looking at him: "What's the matter?"

Song Jin nodded and whispered, "Husband, can you lend me some paper and pen? They don't have to be very good, just ordinary ones will do."

Xie Qiao was a little surprised.

He knew that Song Jin could read, after all, the writing brush and ink he was using now were all Song Jin's.

It's just that she has been working all these days and I have never seen her writing.

"Yeah." Xie Qiao picked up a piece of paper and a slightly frizzy pen he used and handed it over.

"Thank you, husband!" Song Jin took it with a smile. Then she stopped looking at Xie Qiao and lowered her head to write and draw on the paper.

The girl was painting seriously, her brows slightly furrowed. She would occasionally stop and gently rest the end of the brush on her lower lip, as if she was deep in thought.

After a while, her brows relaxed again and she started drawing on the paper quickly.

Xie Qiao was a little curious and was fascinated by it for a while.

With the dim light, he watched the girl draw patterns one by one.

The shapes are different, the patterns are simple, and there are some images of the characters for "blessing" and "longevity", which look like pastries.

His eyes did not move, but the girl was completely unaware.

Always drawing seriously.

The candlelight was like the afterglow of the setting sun, shining on the girl's cheek.

In the warm light, the girl's round face looks like a little sun.

So soft, so reassuring.

Seeing this, a corner of his heart began to collapse.

Song Jin drew eight patterns and designs in a row before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought about it and decided that if she was selling cakes for the general public, they didn't need to be too elaborate and ordinary styles would be fine.

She couldn't make so many fruit cakes one by one, so she thought, why not draw the shapes and ask a skillful carpenter to carve them into molds tomorrow. She would knead the dough and press the molds, and the patterns and shapes would appear!

This is very convenient.

She made some more revisions to the drawing, and finally put down her pen with satisfaction and blew the ink dry.

When he looked up, he saw Xie Qiao staring at him.

Song Jin was caught off guard, and her heart skipped a beat when she suddenly looked at him.

He...he is looking at himself!

Hehehehe.

Song Jin was a little shy and her face felt a little hot.

But fortunately, it can’t be seen under the candlelight!

"Husband." Song Jin was a little embarrassed. She handed the pattern she had just drawn to Xie Qiao and said, "I want to make some fruit cakes to sell to everyone. Husband, you have a lot of experience. Can you help me take a look at these styles?"

"Yes." Xie Qiao took the design.

The girl was deft and thoughtful, but he had never cared about the style of the cakes in Kyoto.

I just picked out two things from my few memories and wrote them down on paper.

Xie Qiao was an excellent calligrapher and painter, and some people in Kyoto spent huge sums of money to buy his calligraphy and paintings.

Two beautiful designs soon appeared on the paper.

The girl's eyes widened, and she spoke with admiration: "My husband, you are amazing! I have never seen such a style in Chongzhou. The pastries in Kyoto are so beautiful! I love it!"

Xie Qiao said calmly: "As long as you like it."

In fact, he didn't know how the snacks in Kyoto were, but the Xie family was a noble family and they were very particular about what they ate and used.

From mansions and gardens to clothes and skirts, all are exquisitely crafted, even the small cakes.

"I like it, I like it very much!" Song Jin carefully cut out the pattern drawn by Xie Qiao and put it in the box: "This style looks good, I want to keep it and sell it for more money!"

Xie Qiao rarely saw Song Jin's money-grubbing look.

The noble ladies he had met in the past had no worries about food and clothing, and some even thought that matters of money were vulgar and dirty.

On the contrary, Song Jin seems more like a real and living person.

The girl was in a good mood, and Xie Qiao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

only……

Xie Qiao frowned slightly.

The weird feeling from last night came back again.

He clenched his fists and frowned.

This weirdness became even more obvious when he saw Song Jin.

He stood up suddenly and strode outside.

Song Jin was fiddling with a small box. She turned her head and asked, "Husband?"

"Nothing." His tone became even colder, and he opened the door and walked out without looking back, "You rest first."

The door was ruthlessly closed.

Song Jin blinked, a little confused.

Then she suddenly understood.

Oh oh oh, people have three urgent things. No matter how handsome her husband is, he is still a mortal and can also be very anxious.

It doesn't matter, she doesn't mind.

The snow in the yard was swept clean.

It was about to enter deep winter, and the air was chilly. Most people would feel cold, but Xie Qiao needed it very much at this moment.

He stood in the yard, with his hands behind his back, his head slightly raised, his brows furrowed.

What's wrong with him?

When he was young, he was ordered by the emperor to enter the imperial temple to pray for the country.

During those two years, the things that accompanied him the most were sandalwood, green lamps and ancient Buddhas, as well as the endless Buddhist scriptures that he could read.

The scent of sandalwood had penetrated into his bones.

Even though there was no sandalwood left after he returned home, the sandalwood in his bone marrow could not be dug out.

He was originally a cold person, and he became even more aloof from desires.

It was also because of this that the huge Xie family could be handed over to him and he became the youngest head of the Xie family.

He raised his head slightly, with a hint of lust in his eyes.

He looked at the half-moon, and Buddhist scriptures that he had never deliberately memorized suddenly popped up in his mind.

Suddenly, he curled his lips in a self-deprecating smile.

What he didn't understand when he was young in the temple, those desires that need to be restrained, he now understands completely.

A quarter of an hour later, he completely calmed down.

He was so cold that he even moved stiffly.

He returned to the room, and a warm breath hit him in the face.

The bed curtains were half-drawn, and the girl was sleeping obediently under the quilt, with her fine hair covering half of her face.

Xie Qiao closed his eyes slightly, then he got on the bed, closed the curtains, and lay flat beside the girl properly.

The bed beneath him sank slightly, just like his heart.

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As the year draws to a close, Song Jin wants to finish the model as soon as possible.

Before dawn, she waited at the carpenter's door with the drawings in her pocket, waiting for the carpenter to wake up so that she could quickly deliver the drawings and deposit.

As soon as the sky was getting light, Song Jin hurried back to the stall.

As soon as she arrived, she saw a thin girl standing next to the stall.

Song Jin hurried over.

I saw that Que'er's jacket was very old and had several patches on it, as if it had been sewn together after being broken.

Que'er had been waiting for a while. When she saw Song Jin coming, she rubbed the corner of her clothes nervously.

"Sister Xiaojin."

They are the same age, but Song Jin is two months older than Que'er, so Que'er calls her like that.

"You're here so early?" Song Jin pretended not to notice the patches on Que'er's body and walked to the stall.

"Yeah, my mother told me to come earlier so that I can earn more money." Que'er's voice was small and she didn't dare to speak loudly.

If she made Sister Xiaojin unhappy and she was not allowed to work, she would be beaten to death if she could not get the money back.

"It's okay, it's okay. If you are familiar with it after today, you can do it first without waiting for me!" Song Jin looked at Que'er with a smile: "How about we eat something first and then work?"

Que'er was a little surprised.

When she was at home, she ate her brother's leftovers, and sometimes she didn't even have enough to eat.

"I'm not hungry, Sister Jin, I can start working right away." Que'er said as she rolled up her sleeves and was about to move the flour bags.

"Don't be so anxious. The dough will take a while to rise!" Song Jin smiled and gave her the leftover pastries from yesterday.

It goes without saying that Que'er definitely wouldn't have been able to eat a single bite of the pastries given to Aunt Liu yesterday.

Song Jin took out a piece and stuffed it into Que'er's hand: "Help me taste this too, so I can make more to sell later."

The pastry in her hand was a little cold, but she had never eaten it since she was a child. She felt like crying for a moment: "Thank you, Sister Xiaojin."

Song Jin smiled indifferently and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I should be the one thanking you. If you didn't come to help me, I wouldn't have time to make steamed buns, and the people who came to buy breakfast would definitely be hungry!"

After hearing this, Que'er relaxed a little.

The two girls were talking and discussing the styles of cakes.

Que'er works even more skillfully than Song Jin. She can do everything from steaming buns to chopping wood and kneading dough.

The mold was not ready yet, and Song Jin was making cakes according to the pattern that Xie Qiao had drawn last night.

She thought about sending it to Xiucui Tower later, and she could also tell the nanny that she could do more in the future as she wanted to earn more money.

After half a day, the steamed buns were almost sold out.

Que'er stood by and cleaned the stove.

Song Jin took the small bamboo basket containing silver and money in front of Que'er and poured it out.

She counted her income, threw away the capital, and then divided out 70% of the money she had earned today and wrapped it in paper.

She said to Que'er, "This is what I promised to give to your mother yesterday."

Que'er nodded, she knew it.

Then she watched Song Jin count out another ten percent and hand it to her.

She was a little puzzled: "Sister Xiaojin, this is..."

"This is what I gave you. Let's do it quietly." Song Jin lowered his voice: "Don't let your mother know."