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Song Jin was going to discuss something with Qin Wan, and it was inconvenient to bring Xu Mu with him, so he handed him over to Tai Mianmian and the others.

Qin Wan was waiting for her in the room upstairs.

Seeing her come in, her eyes were seductive.

"My dear lady, please wait for me."

Song Jin took it for granted and teased her, "If I came early, wouldn't I be disturbing your and Zhao Wuan's good time?"

When she entered the Zhaiyue Tower earlier, she saw the two of them standing together intimately. Although they did not do anything excessive, anyone could tell that something was wrong just by the way they stood there.

Zhao Wuan is not like those pale-faced scholars. He came from a poor village and has been doing farm work since childhood. Not a single spot on his muscular body is white.

She could see that Qin Wan was interested in Zhao Wuan, but she didn't know if she could handle it.

Qin Wan was not shy when she was seen. She covered her mouth and smiled, saying coquettishly, "You little lady are getting more and more talkative."

This is definitely a way to take this person down.

Song Jin didn't intend to get involved in their affairs, and changed the subject with a smile: "Did you see the young general Yu next to me? Is there a reliable blacksmith shop under the name of Zhaiyue Tower?"

Qin Wan was confused: "Yes, there is... Miss, do you want to cooperate with General Yu?"

"Let's try it first."

Qin Wan shrugged and agreed, "Okay, young lady, but at least tell me what kind of thing does Young Lady Yu want to build?"

"It can fight against the Northern Di."

*

Song Jin stood under the eaves, looking at the drizzling rain, and fell into silence.

The clear sky when we arrived suddenly became cloudy and rainy. The rain was dense and heavy, like a layer of grey gauze covering the sky.

Qing Wu looked at the rain and was a little anxious: "Why is it raining suddenly..."

The driver was called back to repair the car and might not be able to come back in time, and they couldn't stand under the eaves all the time.

Song Jin sighed.

It’s really not a good day to go out today!

"Little lady~"

The charming voice floated over, blending with a little bit of the cool rain.

Qin Wan leaned against the pillar with a smile on her face, glancing sideways at the rain outside, her round fan gently covering her beautiful lips.

"Young lady, do you need me to give you a ride?"

Qing Wu had never met Qin Wan before, so he was subconsciously wary of this woman who suddenly showed her kindness.

Song Jin smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qin, for taking care of the store."

Qin the shopkeeper?

Qing Wu was shocked. Is it possible that the manager of Zhaiyue Tower is also a woman?

In the carriage, Qing Wu couldn't help but be curious about this shopkeeper Qin.

"Madam, this Manager Qin is your partner?"

"Well, I won't be able to show up in the future, so I need you to contact Manager Qin. It's better to meet him now."

Sheng An didn't know how many eyes were staring at her. She was too popular right now and needed to avoid the spotlight.

Qing Wu felt that the task was of great importance and promised that he would not fall behind.

Song Jin tilted his head and looked at her, and smiled unconsciously.

*

The rain is easing.

The sky gradually cleared up, revealing milky white clouds.

Song Jin wiped the water droplets off his body, instructed the servants to boil ginger soup, and then planned to go back to his yard to change into clean clothes.

Put on cool clothes and drink hot ginger soup to dispel the coldness in your body.

Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and his cold fingertips gradually warmed up.

Qing Wu came back after changing her clothes and looked at her closet: "My lady, it's autumn now, I'll put these skirts away for you. It's going to be cold after the rain today."

Every autumn, Song Tan would always buy new clothes for her. Although Song Jin herself felt that there was no need to buy more, Song Tan doted on her so much that she would never run out of new clothes to wear every year.

Coming to Sheng'an, I'm not as happy as I was in Qingzhou.

Qingwu was used to her wife's fluttering red and green skirts, and looking at the few wardrobe items she had, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

So she said, "My dear, I will go to the store to buy you some autumn clothes tomorrow. If the old man saw you like this, he would be so distressed!"

Song Jin glanced at her current closet, which was indeed much smaller than when she was in Qingzhou.

The Song family's wealth is enough to rival a country. If they were in Sheng'an, they would definitely become the target of many people.

This was the reason why Song Tan chose Qingzhou, which was dozens of miles away.

Living his life over again, Song Jin doesn't want to let himself down.

"It just so happens that the emperor's award will be issued tomorrow. You can take the material to the tailor shop to have a few clothes made, and keep one for yourself."

Qing Wu was overjoyed: "Then I have to think carefully about what style to cut for my wife!"

While they were chatting, Butler Zhao suddenly walked in.

When Song Jin saw him, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

How about she also tailor a set for the Marquis?

After all, he lives in the Marquis's Mansion. It shouldn't be too much to send him some gifts to show my appreciation, right?

"Madam." Butler Zhao bowed, "There's news from the Tai Mansion that Madam Tai bumped into the Fifth Princess and was punished with ten blows with a stick."

Song Jin was slightly surprised: "...colliding with the fifth princess?"

Why did the fifth princess go to Thailand?

She thought of the lost Xu Mu.

*

Song Jin arrived at an unfortunate time and ran into Cui Huaiji and Tailing coming out of the door.

After a brief greeting and passing each other, she suddenly heard Cui Huaiji's thoughts.

[Now that the ship is almost built, we can arrange a selection and pick the right people to go out to sea. The Northern Di Rebellion is imminent, and I don’t know if we can find what Your Majesty wants this time.]

Song Jin stopped in his tracks, turned around abruptly and looked at them. The thought that flashed through his mind yesterday became clear to him.

Go to sea! Beidi!

The connection between the two made her think of the changes in the Shenlun in her previous life!

Calculating the time, it matches the previous life.

There was a hidden worry of foreign invasion in the northern border, and the emperor was worried about the unpredictable situation. Also, no one in the court understood the Northern Di, and the two sides had originally kept to themselves, but somehow there was a conflict.

In order to find a solution, the emperor heard that there was an island in the East China Sea that might have a solution.

However, the East China Sea was treacherous and difficult to cross. A huge amount of money was spent on building a huge ship, but it still sank in the deep sea and no one survived.

Song Jin clenched her fists. She knew better than anyone that the shipwreck was caused intentionally!

Karma and reincarnation, everything she experienced was arranged in the story.

She is mostly a supporting role. Xu Nanheng and Yang Chaoxue are the male and female protagonists of the story. Her death promotes their relationship. Cui Huaiji, as the villain, is the biggest obstacle for Xu Nanheng to become emperor!

Now that she is reborn and has a God's perspective, the saying really comes true.

Life is like a script.

Song Jin discarded these absurd ideas.

Regardless of whether it is a story or true, she must prevent the ship from sinking!

*

Tai Mianmian was beaten with a stick and lay on his bed, pounding the bed board angrily.

As soon as Song Jin came in, he heard her swearing.

"Mianmian, be careful with your words!"

Yu Dingnan gently rebuked her and said bluntly that she had not been beaten enough.

Speaking of this, Tai Mianmian felt even more aggrieved. He buried his head in the quilt and said something in a muffled voice.

Song Jin came over and saw her like this, and asked concernedly, "How's Mianmian?"

Yu Dingnan tucked her in and stood up to greet Song Jin: "Mianmian is in good health. If it were someone else, they would definitely not be able to withstand these ten blows. Just lie down for a few days and you will be fine."

Song Jin finally felt relieved and asked about the whole story.

The story has to start from Zhaiyue Tower.

Tai Mianmian and Xu Mu returned to Tai Mansion. Knowing that Tai Ling was discussing something with Cui Huaiji, they took him back to their own courtyard. But as soon as they came back, the Fifth Princess rushed in with a group of guards and arrested her and Yu Dingnan without saying a word.

Xu Zhaoran's unreasonable character is well known.

She certainly wouldn't dare to bear such a serious matter as losing Xu Mu on her own.

The eldest princess Xu Li'er came over to persuade her, but she was forcibly sent back to the palace by someone.

Although Xu Mu is young, he is a sensible person.

However, Xu Zhaoran did not give him a chance to explain and directly pinned the crime of losing the eleventh prince on them. Tai Mianmianqi just argued a few words and was punished with ten sticks by her.

As for Yu Dingnan, Xu Zhaoran couldn't do anything to her for the time being.

After all, he was concerned about the General Dingguo Mansion behind her.

Song Jin frowned: "What crime did the Fifth Princess accuse me of?"

Yu Dingnan was also filled with anger, but he endured it and said, "She said that we secretly took the eleventh prince away, which made her worry all night. She suspected that we deliberately wanted to frame her and be punished by His Majesty!"

Everyone in the palace knew very well how much the emperor doted on the eleventh prince.

No one is stupid. Xu Zhaoran dared to do this because he was sure that he could deceive Xu Mu.

As long as the emperor believes it, there will be no problem.

Tai Mianmian raised his head from the quilt, feeling wronged and choking, "Xu Zhaoran and I are irreconcilable! I can't swallow this, Anan, you have to help me!"

Yu Dingnan turned around and went back to comfort her.

The princess in the palace is not easy to deal with.

Song Jin still found it strange. How did Xu Zhaoran know that Xu Mu was in Taifu? And he followed him closely...

*

The sky was gloomy, and the last ray of sunlight was lost in the clouds.

The lantern was hung high, and dark shadows were cast under the corridor.

Qing Wu walked in front holding a lantern.

"Madam, the incense thread sent by the master has arrived. You can sleep more peacefully tonight."

Song Jin nodded, his eyelids feeling heavy.

She had been very busy these past few days, and she hadn't slept well, so her body couldn't take it anymore.

Fortunately, with the incense stick, she should be able to have a good night's sleep.

Qingwu went down to prepare hot water.

Song Jin pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing the dark figure in the room, he asked in surprise, "Lord Marquis?"

Cui Huaiji glanced at the tiredness between her brows and asked, "What are you doing in Taifu today?"

[Little Li Nu seems very tired? Did you not sleep well these days?]

Song Jin was slightly moved.

He always noticed her abnormality at the first moment.

"I heard from Butler Zhao that Miss Tai had bumped into the Fifth Princess, so I went to take a look."

Song Jin looked around and took something out of a box.

Cui Huaiji raised his eyebrows, glanced at the wooden ruler in her hand, and joked, "Why, Miss Song wants to measure me?"

What does tailoring do? Of course, it is for tailoring clothes.

Cui Huaiji's eyes brightened unconsciously.

[Does the little fox slave want to make clothes for me?]

He cooperated by raising his arms and letting her measure his body with the ruler.

Song Jin silently noted the number, "Tomorrow the county lord's award will come down, and I just happened to need to cut some autumn clothes, so I thought of making one for the marquis as a thank you gift for living in the marquis' mansion."

She walked around from behind to in front of Cui Huaiji.

Cui Huaiji opened his arms as if to embrace her.

Looking at the young lady who was only as tall as his chin, he was concentrating on measuring his chest, with his arms wide open and loosely clasped, touching her soft hair through the air.

His fingers were loosely placed on her neck, moving down along her fair neck.

Song Jin stepped back slightly and leaned over to measure his waist.

Cui Huaiji's fingers also slid down to her soft and slender waist.

The last time I was in Qingzhou, I recalled the time I accidentally touched a piece of her soft waist.

Cui Huaiji stared at her waist, his eyes gradually darkening, and his fingers moved closer silently, about to touch...