002

Song Jin did not have much impression of this Quling Hou, but it was very deep.

Perhaps because he was appointed as a marquis at a young age, he acted recklessly and arrogantly, and never feared the harm of villains. Song Jin had seen him standing alone among the crowd. Even if everyone bowed their heads, he was the only one who insisted on his position, which embarrassed the seventh prince who was already an emperor. In the end, he was sent to the border for no reason.

To put it nicely, it is guarding the border for the country. To put it bluntly, it is called garrisoning, but in reality it is exile.

Because of this, he becomes the villain in the story.

Cui Huaiji's life ended in exile.

Someone who is so wantonly and dazzling shouldn't have ended up like this.

Song Jin only found out later that he was killed by the Seventh Prince!

This is also why Song Jin was so impressed by him, apart from the kindness of collecting the body.

At the right time, a sentence suddenly popped up in my mind.

There is a young man named Sheng'an, with a face as kind as jade; the next day he crosses over to the human world, and all the evil spirits flee; if you ask about the young man, he should be the son of Cui.

Thinking of this, Song Jin couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Cui Huaiji lowered his eyes and looked at the young lady who was wandering in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed. She had just been crying and begging him for mercy, but in the blink of an eye, she was wandering in the sky?

Also, was he hallucinating just now?

Cui Huaiji fell into self-doubt, but he did not forget the main thing, "Who are you?"

The tip of the sword approached suddenly, and Song Jin's eyelids jumped, fearing that she would end up like the corpse on the ground in the next second. "I, I am from the Song family in Qingzhou. I met bandits on the road, and unfortunately I slipped and fell down the slope while running away!"

"Qingzhou Song family?"

Cui Huaiji paused for a moment and did not hear the voice again, so he thought he was just hallucinating.

The sword tip was sheathed, and without the cold murderous intent pressing in front of him, Song Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[Why is Qu Linghou also in Qingzhou? Shouldn't he be in Sheng'an at this time? ]

Cui Huaiji squinted at her, convinced that he heard correctly this time. The voice he heard was that this little lady had a good heart.

Such a bizarre thing actually happened to him.

But how did she know his identity?

Cui Huaiji traveled to Qingzhou secretly, and no one in Sheng'an City knew about it. How did she, a young lady from Qingzhou, know about it?

There was another disturbance behind the bush.

Song Jin was shocked and frightened. He used his hands and feet to get up from the ground and moved closer to him.

"master."

The visitor was Cui Huaiji's confidant, named Shi An.

When he first saw the delicate and weak young lady beside Cui Huaiji, he couldn't hide the look of horror on his face.

The sun didn't rise from the west today. Is their Lord finally interested in the young lady?!

That burning, excited gaze was fixed on Song Jin.

She was unaware and let down her guard to think.

[Now that I have met the Marquis, I can put the matter of repaying his kindness on the agenda... I almost forgot that the Seventh Prince is in Qingzhou, and the culprit who caused the Marquis to be exiled and die tragically cannot be let off! ]

Exile and death?

Cui Huaiji sneered.

The Seventh Prince she was talking about in her mind, if she remembered correctly, was the son of Concubine Liang. He had some brains, but not much. Could he kill herself? It was ridiculous.

"master?"

Shi An looked in the direction he was looking at curiously.

...Is it that young lady?

Cui Huaiji came back to his senses, and with a faint smile on his lips, he said with an ambiguous tone, "It's OK. He just hid in Qingzhou City."

Shi An immediately responded: "Then let him go..."

Song Jin came back to his senses and looked at them timidly: "My benefactor...if you don't mind, you can stay at my house temporarily. You saved me, I should thank you."

Shi An looked at him subconsciously.

Cui Huaiji smiled silently, "Miss Song has invited me so kindly, I will naturally not refuse."

Song Jin felt inexplicably cold.

[Strange, it’s not very cold tonight! ]

After a while, Shi An pulled the carriage over.

Song Jin followed Cui Huaiji closely: "My benefactor! I lost one of my maids..."

*

The stars and the moon are bright, and the lights are like shadows.

At the gate of the Song Mansion, Shi An stretched out his hand to rein in the horse, and after a long shout, he jumped off the carriage, glanced at the dim lantern under the eaves, and whispered, "Master, we have arrived at the Song Mansion."

"Um."

After returning from outside the city, Cui Huaiji kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, as if he didn't want to say anything more. Song Jin naturally didn't want to be bored, so he sat aside obediently. Although he didn't say anything, he had more voices in his heart.

He had been listening to her voice mumbling all the way. It was nothing more than the matter between her and the Seventh Prince. Anything that touched on certain matters seemed to be muted by some external force, and he only understood half of what he heard.

To sum up, this girl is noisy inside.

Cui Huaiji raised his eyelids. His face looked like jade in the low-key and exquisite brocade robe. His natural dignity and coldness were in stark contrast to Song Jin's wolfish look.

Song Jin withdrew her gaze in dismay and got off the carriage. The voice that she could still remember even if it turned to ashes suddenly appeared.

"Jinjin!"

The streets around the Song residence were already deserted. Another voice suddenly rang out in the dark night, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of a dark hell to haunt the soul.

Song Jin's eyelids twitched, and a forced smile appeared on his face: "Seventh Prince."

The person coming towards her was her current fiancé, the seventh prince Xu Nanheng.

The person she least wanted to see now was him. Once she saw him, she would think of everything she had experienced in her past life, and the hatred in her heart would quietly leak out.

Xu Nanheng ran straight towards her, ignoring the people around her. He reached out to grab her hand with concern, but she dodged him.

"Jinjin, I heard that you haven't come home all day. I was really worried. Fortunately, nothing happened to you."

Song Jin stared at him with a facial expression. The worry in his eyes did not seem fake, but the scene she saw before her death made her unable to trust the person in front of her anymore.

Is it true that even the worry about her is just an act?

"If you're worried about me, why don't you come find me?"

The surprise in Xu Nanheng's eyes was clearly visible.

Song Jin laughed at himself in his heart.

[Song Jin, Song Jin, what are you still dreaming about now? ]

Cui Huaiji raised his eyebrows calmly after hearing what was going on. He glanced coldly at Xu Nanheng who opened his mouth to explain, and coughed loudly "accidentally".

Xu Nanheng looked unhappy and was about to lose his temper when he suddenly met his smiling eyes and instantly lost his temper as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Qu, Marquis Quling?"

Why is he in Qingzhou?

Countless thoughts flashed through Xu Nanheng's mind. Seeing that they got off the carriage together, he guessed that he also wanted to get a piece of the pie.

Cui Huaiji nodded slightly, his eyes still smiling, but his words were a little colder: "Your Highness, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. You'd better go back early."

[Fiancé? What on earth did the little fox slave like about him?]

A hint of suspicion flashed across Song Jin's eyes.

Little fox slave...are you talking about her?

"Jinjin..." Xu Nanheng looked at her.

[What are you looking at me for? I am not the Marquis of Quling. I cannot be his master.]

Song Jin was disgusted, but he didn't want to be associated with his benefactor, so he spoke reluctantly: "Your Highness, it's getting late. Let's talk tomorrow."

Cui Huaiji: "Shi An, send the Seventh Prince back."

"I……"

Xu Nanheng looked at the familiar manner of the two and felt angry in his heart. He felt more and more that Cui Huaiji came to Qingzhou just to meet Song Jin.

The look towards Cui Huaiji turned hostile.

After sending the annoying guy away, Song Jin put on a smile and invited Cui Huaiji into his house.

The decoration of the Song Mansion is of the type that looks ordinary on the outside but is elegant and quiet on the inside.

In order to reduce trouble, Song Jin asked Qing Wu to report safety to Song's father, and then he would not let him go out to meet the guests. It would not be too late to meet him again tomorrow morning.

After sending the person to the yard, Song Jin looked around and made sure that there were no mistakes before making a move to go back.

"Miss Song."

The courtyard that Song Jin arranged for Cui Huaiji had excellent lighting. It was illuminated by sunlight during the day and illuminated by moonlight at night. It was a nice place to live.

The hazy moonlight floated vaguely and fell lightly on Cui Huaiji.

That compassionate face, like that of Guanyin saving all sentient beings, was curled up in a faint smile, and the scarlet tear mole seemed to be obscured by the moonlight, making it difficult to see clearly. Song Jin saw his beautiful thin lips opening and closing, and uttering two words.

"Good dream."

*

Maybe it was Cui Huaiji's words that brought about a good dream, but Song Jin tossed and turned in bed, with the frightening image of the general flashing through his mind.

Cui Huaiji's appearance is recognized as handsome. Looking at Sheng'an, there is no girl who would not be moved by him.

But now Song Jin just wants to protect the Song family.

In his previous life, Xu Nanheng approached her without revealing his identity as a prince, thinking that he was a merchant who came to Qingzhou to do business. After a few visits, they became familiar with each other. Later, when the two of them were in love, he revealed his identity and said that he would ask the emperor for an imperial decree to marry her.

She believed it, and waited for the imperial edict of marriage as promised. However, she never thought that this imperial edict of marriage would accelerate the demise of the Song family.

Thinking of this, Song Jin secretly made a decision.

She must cancel this engagement!

"Madam?"

A halo of light appeared outside the curtain. It was Qing Wu who came in holding a candlestick. "Madam, can't you sleep?"

She was on guard tonight and heard her wife tossing and turning outside, so she came to check.

Song Jin really couldn't sleep. There were many things waiting for her to do after her rebirth, and she knew she couldn't rush things.

"Qingwu, do you remember where you put the engagement token given by the Seventh Prince?"

"Remember." Qing Wu didn't understand, "My wife wants to bring it..."

"No, you should keep it carefully and don't lose it."

"yes."

The mist was visibly lowering. Based on what happened during the day, she thought that her wife didn't like the Seventh Prince that much anymore, but it turned out that she was overthinking.

Song Jin lay down in the quilt again and didn't notice her disappointment.

*

What is meant to come will eventually come.

Song Jin silently looked at Xu Nanheng who was serving food diligently across from her. The joy on his face was so genuine that she couldn't tell whether it was real or fake.

He was also so good in my previous life, and I was pampered by him.

Who could have known it was a scam?

Song Jin lowered his eyes dejectedly, touching the teacup with his fingertips. He could hear his caring words in his ears, but his mind flew far away involuntarily.

She seems to have forgotten something.

In her previous life, she was tortured by the rebels and vaguely heard what they were talking about when she was dying. She was too weak at that time and could not hear clearly. She seemed to hear them talking about Sheng An and Miss Yang.

In fact, she had suspected it early on. The rebels' arrival was too coincidental, just a few days before their wedding.

So, could the emergence of the rebels be related to this Miss Yang?

This is all just her guess.

"Jinjin, I was wrong yesterday. I should have realized it earlier and sent someone to look for you."

Song Jin rolled his eyes calmly and smiled softly, "It's nothing serious."

After talking about some random things, Xu Nanheng finally got to the point.

"Jinjin, I told you before about going to Sheng'an, what do you think about it?"

The smile on his lips faded slightly.

Yes, it was also at this time in the previous life that Xu Nanheng once again proposed the idea of ​​taking her to Sheng'an, saying that he wanted her to see the place where he had lived since he was a child.

Song Jin refused at that time, but couldn't resist Xu Nanheng's persuasion, and finally agreed to go out for a few days and then come.

The days she spent with Sheng An were the happiest time in her life.

Sheng An's wife looked down on her because of her merchant background, and when Xu Nanheng was not around, she humiliated her wantonly, but someone stood up to protect her.

The daughter of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Yang Chaoxue.

Song Jin's eyes flashed with a gloomy light, and his expression inadvertently turned a little colder: "Okay."

"Jinjin, I actually miss you a lot..." Xu Nanheng's words of persuasion were stuck, and his eyes subconsciously widened, "What, Jinjin, you agreed?!"

"Um."

Of course her purpose is not that simple.

[Yang Chaoxue, I wonder what expression you will have when you see me? ]