Chapter 20 She wanted to pounce on him directly!
The steamed bun stall is steaming hot in the morning.
Song Jin went back home first with the vegetable basket, and then returned to the steamed bun stall after putting the things down.
The people of Que'er are honest but shy. They don't solicit customers and just keep their heads down and work.
Fortunately, those who came to the steamed bun stall to buy steamed buns were all regular customers and knew Que'er. When they saw her come out, she was not scolded by her mother, and everyone was happy to tease her.
When Song Jin returned to the stall, Que'er had already steamed the buns and the next pot of noodles was already rising.
She didn't stop working and continued to chop wood while squatting on a small stool.
Seeing Song Jin coming, she quickly said, "Sister Xiao Jin."
"Que'er, have you had breakfast?" Song Jin put on an apron, picked up two steamed buns, ate one herself, and handed one to Que'er.
Que'er took it with both hands: "Thank you, Sister Xiaojin."
The two girls sat together and ate steamed buns with pickles.
Que'er took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "Sister Xiaojin, the New Year is coming soon. When are you going to start making fruit cakes? If you can't make them, I can help you."
Que'er was afraid that Song Jin would think too much, so she hurriedly explained: "You don't have to pay me, Sister Jin, I'm just helping. I have nothing to do after I finish steaming the buns, so I'm just staying here anyway..."
Song Jin smiled and said, "It will take another two days for the mold to be ready. You can just help me emboss it then."
Que'er nodded: "The steamed bun stall will close after noon, Xiaojin sister, will you sell your cakes for a little longer?"
Song Jin nodded: "It will probably take until the evening."
She didn't ask about the price of the deer penis today, but she knew without asking that it would not be cheap.
If she really takes a big tonic, her husband might need more.
Anyway, the more money the better.
"Sister Xiaojin, if you are too busy, I can help you here." Que'er suggested in a low voice.
Song Jin was a little surprised: "Why don't you go home to work? Aren't you afraid that your mother will beat you?"
Que'er shook her head, looking gloomy: "I don't want to go back."
Song Jin frowned: "Did your mother beat you again?"
"Recently, I brought money home, and my mother stopped beating me. But..." Que'er paused, "My mother is planning to arrange a marriage for me after the Chinese New Year."
"Propose a marriage?" Song Jin stopped eating his steamed buns and asked, "Whose family is it?"
"The Ding family in the east of the city."
"East of the city?" Song Jin thought for a moment and said, "The son of the Ding family is not even nine years old this year, right?"
"It's not him, it's his father." Que'er shrugged, and even the freckles on her face became more obvious: "My mother asked me to marry his father, Ding Jia Dalang, and I heard that the betrothal gift was high."
"Ah?" Song Jin frowned even deeper. "I heard that the last daughter-in-law of the Ding family was beaten to death by Ding Da? How dare your mother tell you about such a family, and your father actually agreed to let you marry into their family?"
"My mother always thought I was a money-loser, so she gave me to whoever gave the most dowry. After the Chinese New Year, my brother will be going to school. We have no money at home, so we are waiting for my dowry."
Que'er was about to cry: "Sister Xiaojin, I'm scared, why don't you buy me and I'll follow you!"
Song Jin felt as if his heart was severely twisted.
She suddenly remembered how Sister Qinghong looked two days ago, and she became anxious: "Don't worry, don't worry, wait for me to think of a solution."
She didn't have much contact with Que'er in the past, but they worked together these days and things were much better than before.
Song Jin didn't want to watch Que'er jump into that fire pit.
Que'er wiped her nose and said, "Well, Sister Xiaojin, don't be in a hurry. My mother wants me to stay at home for another year and arrange the marriage first, and then get married the year after next."
Song Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief: "A year is a long time, we are not in a hurry."
Who knows, maybe Mr. Ding will be dead by then.
Song Jin quickly changed the subject and talked about some gossip he heard at the morning market, and Que'er finally became happy.
The two of them worked together until noon. Song Jin and Que'er breathed a sigh of relief and cleaned up the stall.
Just as I was about to clean up the tables and chairs, I heard a few middle-aged women coming from a distance, shouting loudly to a few middle-aged women who had just gone out.
"Oh my God, did you hear that something big happened in Donglin Lane this morning?"
Donglin Lane?
Song Jin popped his head out from in front of the table, his ears perked up quietly.
Before she went to inquire, the news came to her on its own.
A few aunts gathered together and started chattering.
The aunt who just came back from Donglin Lane said, "Do you know the scholar in Donglin Lane? He just moved to Donglin Lane a few years ago. He was so poor but he always went to the brothel."
"I remember now, I remember now. I don't think that scholar is a good person. He has a lot of evil intentions. What's wrong with him?"
"I just came back from Donglin Lane. I heard that the scholar went crazy."
"Crazy?" Everyone was surprised. "Why did you go crazy?"
"It is said that a scream was heard from the scholar's yard early in the morning. The neighbors nearby were afraid that something had happened, so they quickly asked people to break in and see. They saw that the scholar's yard was full of the words "unfaithful man" written in pig blood, and there was a red wedding dress hanging at the door of his main house. It was so eerie and scary!"
The aunt said, "Pooh!" She said, "I don't know if he did something evil in secret. When the scholar saw it, he collapsed to the ground, even wet his pants, and kept saying, 'I didn't mean to kill you', 'I didn't mean to kill you'!"
"As soon as everyone saw something was wrong, they rushed to report it to the police. Now the man has been locked up. I heard he is crazy."
"Amitabha, he is not a good person. I didn't expect him to dare to hurt others. Maybe he did something bad before and came to us!"
An auntie who was so fat that she couldn't see her eyes quickly said, "It's better to catch such a person, otherwise who knows who will get hurt!"
The aunt next to him laughed: "No one can look down on you even if they are causing trouble for you!"
Song Jin was stunned listening nearby.
Wedding dress?
A yard full of unfaithful men?
That scholar actually killed someone? !
Song Jin felt a little scared, but...
I just stuffed a cloth bag in there last night, who did the rest?
Could it be that there is more than just Sister Qinghong, is there something else this scholar is talking about?
But no matter what, the bad guys got the retribution they deserved, which is very gratifying.
Sister Qinghong didn't die unjustly this way.
Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief and his expression became much happier.
Taking advantage of the good afternoon, Song Jin went to the street to buy some new cloth, took it to Aunt Xiao and asked her to help cut two sets of pajamas and underwear, and then went home with the new things.
Song Jin hasn't felt so relaxed in a long time.
In the kitchen, she hummed a little tune and made braised meat for herself.
Song Jin bought some new meat today and used enough seasonings. The fragrance could be smelled soon.
Song Jin squatted on the small chair beside him and waited with a smile.
Meat was stewing in one pot and medicine was decocted in a small pot.
Both stoves were bubbling with steam.
Song Jin looked at the empty medicine bag——
This is my husband's last dose of medicine!
Maybe after taking this medicine, my husband will be full of energy and vitality!
Full of life...
Song Jin suddenly thought of the hunter today.
His waist was strong and powerful, and he looked very strong. She remembered a storybook she had read before, in which the hunter made his wife's voice hoarse after getting married.
But it seemed a bit rude, and if she had to choose, she would choose a scholar like her husband.
You should also be gentler on the couch.
The "gentle" Xie Qiao was sitting in the room, with a tall figure standing behind him.
Fu Cang said: "Sir, the matter of last night has been dealt with, and the person has been detained by the government."
Xie Qiao's men kept saying, "Yeah."
Fu Cang continued, "Also, there are some unusual movements in the capital."
Xie Qiao then stopped, and a hint of coldness appeared on his stern face: "Speak."
"Since the young master left Beijing, the Zheng family has started to take action, trying to win over those who have good relations with the Xie family, including merchants and officials."
“Zheng family?” Xie Qiao curled his lips slightly and sneered nonchalantly: “He really thought I was dead and wanted to replace the Xie family.
"Zheng family..." Xie Qiao recalled carefully, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.
If he remembered correctly, it was the Zheng family who was trying to sow discord between the late emperor and the Xie family. He was forced to go to the temple because of the Zheng family's doing.
Could it be that the Zheng family was also responsible for the assassination this time?
After a few strokes, he suddenly stopped.
He said in a cold voice: "The Zheng family has always been on good terms with the Qi Wang's mother's family. After the Qi Wang failed in his bid for the throne and went to his fiefdom, the Zheng family has been silent. Now the Zheng family is active again. Could it be related to the Qi Wang?"
Fu Cang was a little confused: "I heard that the King of Qi cut off his own leg to save his life. What can he do now?"
"The King of Qi is ruthless and good at hiding underground. It's never too late to do anything." Xie Qiao said calmly: "Continue to let the people in Kyoto inquire. In addition, you can prepare. I may return to the capital at any time."
Fu Cang: "Yes."
The braised meat needs to be stewed for a while, and the medicine will be ready soon.
Holding the medicine bowl, Song Jin carefully pushed open the door and immediately saw Xie Qiao sitting at the table.
He just frowned, and his originally cold face was now expressionless.
He seemed to be thinking about something.
Song Jin walked gently to his side and placed the medicine bowl next to Xie Qiao's hand: "Husband, drink the medicine."
Only then did Xie Qiao put away his expression and turned around to look at Song Jin's expression.
The little girl looked relaxed and was obviously in a good mood.
It seems that the matter with the scholar last night has been dealt with.
But he was a little hesitant.
He might return to Beijing at any time, so why not tell Song Jin his identity now?
But he remembered the girl's voice last night.
[Kiss him to death!] 】
He was helpless.
The girl liked him and coveted his body, but she didn't reveal her feelings.
He didn't know how to start.
Song Jin was caught off guard by Xie Qiao's beautiful eyes, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth turned a little red.
She thought Xie Qiao was unwilling to drink the medicine, so she advised, "Husband, this is the last meal, you don't need to drink it in the future."
"Yeah." Xie Qiao responded, and he raised his hand to drink the bowl of medicine.
Song Jin stared with his eyes wide open.
My husband's movements are so graceful, it doesn't look like he is drinking medicine at all, it looks more like he is drinking tea.
Is he also this elegant when he is with his family?
I want to kiss you so much!
Will she lose control one day and pounce on him?
Seeing the medicine bowl empty, Song Jin hurriedly asked seriously: "Husband, how do you feel?"
"Do you feel better?"
"Are you completely healed?"
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