Chapter 5 She has a husband!
The snow stopped in the early morning, and a thick layer of snow piled on the eaves, showing no sign of melting.
Although the winter air is cold, it makes one's head exceptionally clear.
As soon as Song Jin opened the door, he took a breath of cold air. The dimples on his cheeks were so deep that they seemed able to be filled with a cup of wine.
The snow in the yard was dazzling, but Song Jin felt happy.
She went back to the house and changed her coat, then opened the door very carefully, fearing to wake up Xie Qiao who was in the room.
The people living in Chunliu Lane are all ordinary people. Even in heavy snow, they have to go out early to find work.
It was still early, but some people had already gone out in Chunliu Lane.
Song Jin's stall opened a little late today, and the steamed buns were sold out as soon as they came out of the pot.
The weather was cold after the snow, but Song Jin was busy in front of the stall, sweating profusely.
Her sleeves were pulled up by a half-new and half-worn loop, revealing half of her slender white wrists.
Song Jin is in a particularly good mood today.
As she kneaded the dough, she was thinking: her husband had not slept the whole night and he was very tired from copying books recently. Should she go to the pharmacy and ask for some tonic medicine for him?
She thought that when she was not busy soon, she would make some fresh cakes to send to her sisters. If she could learn something else by the way...
"Jin girl!"
Song Jin was thinking about it when he looked up and saw Aunt Xiao standing in front of the stall.
She was wearing a blue coarse cloth jacket that had faded from washing. The basket in her hands contained only some vegetables and radishes, with no meat at all.
Song Jin stopped what he was doing and said, "Auntie Xiao, today's vegetables are really fresh. I'll go buy some later!"
"What will be left when you get there?" Aunt Xiao said, placing two bunches of fresh vegetables next to the stall. "I brought it out for you a long time ago!"
Song Jin smiled and said, "Thank you, Auntie Xiao!"
As she spoke, she neatly wrapped a few steamed buns and put them into Aunt Xiao's basket: "Aunt, please try the steamed buns I made today."
"Okay." Aunt Xiao agreed, but her face did not have the kind smile she usually had. Instead, she looked worried.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally looked around to see if there was anyone around, and lowered her voice and said, "Jin girl, I just went to the morning market and saw Master Fan coming back."
Song Jin had a smile on his face originally, but when he heard the three words "Master Fan", his face instantly frowned.
The dimples on her face disappeared in an instant.
Mr. Fan was a local squire in Chongzhou. It was said that his ancestors had been high-ranking officials in the capital. Although the Fan family had never produced another juren, the family was still wealthy, and the county magistrate of Chongzhou also gave face to the Fan family.
Mr. Fan's first wife passed away half a year ago. At that time, Mr. Fan had coveted Song Jin's beauty for a long time and wanted to make her his concubine, but Song Jin refused to agree.
Originally, Master Fan wanted to use force, but at that time his wife's funeral had not yet passed and Master Fan had some problems in other places, so he temporarily let Song Jin go.
I didn't expect that Mr. Fan would come back today.
Seeing that Song Jin was a little nervous, Aunt Xiao comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Jin girl. You are married now, and the Fan family will care about their reputation. This matter can only be left alone."
Song Jin nodded slightly, and smiled to comfort Aunt Xiao: "Aunt Xiao is right, I'm married now, so I'm not afraid."
But Song Jin knew that Mr. Fan would not let it go.
She had heard before that Mr. Fan’s eldest son had forced civilians to death. The Fan family suppressed the matter, and when the storm died down, the entire family disappeared without a trace.
Now, even if Mr. Fan cannot marry her, he will at least cause trouble for her.
Of course, she was a little scared before.
But Aunt Xiao is right, she is married now and she has a husband!
It was almost noon and there were still a few steamed buns left on Song Jin's stall. She put the buns in her pocket and took them home for dinner. She also took the new book copied by Xie Qiao to the bookstore, and finally went to the drugstore to get some tonic.
After this trip, when I got home, it was almost sunset.
It gets dark early in winter, and it seems like a day has passed before you have done anything.
Song Jin first boiled the medicine in the kitchen, and she subconsciously walked towards the room. As soon as she stepped out, she realized that she was now sharing a room with her husband!
She sat at the kitchen door and propped up her head to look at the people in the room.
She couldn't see anything, but she knew that Xie Qiao was inside.
He would probably be sitting in front of a square table wearing an old coat, holding a pen in his bare hands, and copying a book carefully.
There would be a cup of half-cold tea on his right hand side, and he would take a sip of it after finishing copying a volume of book.
The sky gradually darkened, and the sunlight shining on the snow turned orange. In a few more breaths, the sky would be completely dark.
Before sunset, candles were lit in the room.
The candlelight grew from a tiny spark to a bright one, and soon his silhouette was reflected on the window.
Song Jin tilted his head, his eyes following the shadow——
It’s really beautiful.
Xie Qiao, who was copying books in the house, had no idea that there was a young girl in the kitchen drooling over him.
Looking closely, there were slight dark circles under Xie Qiao's eyes.
Today he lay on the bed filled with the sweet fragrance of a young girl, but he did not sleep well.
The smell lingered faintly at the tip of his nose. He didn't hate it, but rather became addicted to it.
The more this happened, the more he wanted to wake up, and in the end he simply got up and copied the book.
This copying lasted a whole day until Song Jin came in with a bowl of medicine.
"Husband, it's time to take your medicine." Song Jin was holding a tray in his hand.
There was not only a bowl of hot medicine on it, but also a plate of steamed bread slices.
Xie Qiao frowned as he looked at Song Jin who came in without knocking.
Just as he was about to remind her, he suddenly remembered that she also stayed in this room last night.
Besides, this house originally belonged to her.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with not knocking.
Song Jin nodded and placed the tray on the square table. She stood there obediently and whispered, "Husband, this is the new prescription the doctor prescribed today. It is said to strengthen the body and replenish the vital energy. Husband, try drinking it first."
Song Jin pushed the plate of steamed bread slices in front of him again: "The doctor said that taking medicine on an empty stomach is not good for the spleen and stomach. My husband, eat something first. This is the toasted steamed bread I made. It's delicious when wrapped with eggs."
Xie Qiao glanced at the steamed bread slices on the plate.
The originally white and tender steamed buns were wrapped in eggs and fried in oil, and they looked golden, fragrant and tender.
It had become his habit not to eat after noon, but now he felt a little hungry.
It is not good to take medicine on an empty stomach, as it may damage the spleen and stomach.
"Thank you." Xie Qiao reached out, picked up a piece of steamed bun with chopsticks, and slowly put it into his mouth.
Instantly, your mouth is filled with sweetness.
He never cared much about food, but maybe what Song Jin cooked was really delicious.
His originally cold expression disappeared, and he looked up at Song Jin who was standing beside him.
She looked at herself as if waiting to be praised.
He put down his chopsticks and said sincerely, "It's delicious."
Song Jin was a little stunned by the praise and even lowered his head in embarrassment.
"As long as you think it tastes good, I'll make it for you in the future."
As Song Jin spoke, he was still secretly looking at Xie Qiao's fingers.
She was a little dazed just now.
She didn't expect that her husband's fingers were long and white. Not only did he hold a pen so beautifully, but he also used chopsticks in an indescribably graceful way.
With such beautiful fingers, they should be suitable for everything, right?
Xie Qiao drank up the medicine in the bowl. He didn't know much about medicine in the past, but he was familiar with these medicines.
When he was injured, the mansion used these medicinal herbs to nourish him.
These medicinal herbs will cost a lot of money.
But for just a few prescriptions, the money he earned from copying books might not be enough to buy them.
This little girl was really sincere to him.
Xie Qiao took note of it silently, planning to bring her back to Kyoto in the future. He would give her all the protection and honor of the Xie Mansion. Even if she got married, no one would dare to bully her.
While Xie Qiao was thinking, Song Jin had finished dinner, washed up, changed into pajamas, and returned to the room again.
Xie Qiao was still sitting at the square table.
Song Jin pursed her lips. She climbed onto the bed with ease, hugged the quilt and watched him copying the book seriously. She couldn't help but remind him, "Husband, copying too much is bad for your eyes. We don't need the money."
Xie Qiao did not answer, but asked: "When will the workers who repair the wall come? You are not at home during the day, so I can supervise them."
Song Jin was stunned by the question.
However, Xie Qiao had his back to Song Jin and did not see the moment Song Jin was stunned.
Then, Song Jin replied: "It can't be repaired for the time being."
Xie Qiao raised his eyes: "Hmm?"
Song Jin tugged at the corner of the quilt with his fingers and said in a low voice: "I went to find the craftsmen today, and they said that the wall cannot be repaired in winter. Even if it is repaired, it will not be stable. They are afraid of ruining their craftsmanship and reputation, so they have to wait until spring to come and repair it."
Xie Qiao said nothing.
The room suddenly felt a little cold.
Song Jin swore that she did not lie!
You really can’t work in winter!
It was just that she didn't go to find the craftsman today, and she really didn't make up the rest!
Xie Qiao still didn't say anything.
Song Jin was afraid that he would chase her out, so she quickly got into bed, pulled down the bed curtains, and wrapped herself tightly around him. Finally, she said, "My husband, I'm going to sleep first. Good night, my husband."
No matter whether we sleep in the same bed or not!
The most important thing is not to be kicked out!
She got in with great difficulty!
But Xie Qiao, who was still sitting at the square table, stopped writing.
Can construction start in spring?
Doesn't that mean he has to sit here all winter?
As Xie Qiao thought about it, he turned around to look at the small ball in the tent and sighed silently and helplessly.
You can't just kick people out.
It was freezing outside, but this was her home.
After all, he still took up space.
He pressed his eyebrows to make himself more awake, then picked up the pen and copied a few more volumes of books.
It was almost dawn when Xie Qiao fell into a light sleep, supporting his forehead with his hands.
Song Jin did not sleep well that night and even had a nightmare.
In the dream, she was forced back to the mansion by Master Fan, who was ferocious and not only pinched her neck, but also said to her viciously: "If you don't come when I ask you to be my second wife, then you will be my concubine!"
Help!
She doesn't want it!
Before dawn, Song Jin was abruptly awakened by a nightmare.
She sat up from the bed curtains, hugging the quilt. The candle in the room had gone out. In the moonlight, she saw Xie Qiao taking a nap at the table.
Song Jin was actually a little scared. She was wondering whether she should tell Xie Qiao about Master Fan.
But when she saw that Xie Qiao would rather sleep at the table than sleep in the same bed with her, she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
If she told it, it would seem like it would be troublesome, right?
Besides, it was just a nightmare. Maybe Mr. Fan had forgotten about her a long time ago.
The moment Song Jin got up, Xie Qiao had already woken up.
He didn't say anything for fear of scaring Song Jin.
Only after hearing the sound of Song Jin putting on his shoes did he whisper, "You got up so early today?"
It was about to dawn outside. Xie Qiao's voice was usually clear, but now it sounded unusually lazy and weary.
His voice was intertwined with the darkness, and Song Jin couldn't see his expression. Just hearing his voice made his ears feel hot.
He he he, he speaks like this.
It's really tempting.
How could the upright voice of the past become like this!
As Song Jin thought about this, her eyes involuntarily glanced down.
I heard that men would react when they woke up in the morning. With the sound he made, was he already...
Song Jin pursed her lips, feeling that it would be too much to think about it any further!
She quickly climbed down from the bed, covering her face: "I opened the stall late yesterday, and many people didn't have time to eat. I want to go earlier today, so you should rest, my husband!"
Having said that, Song Jin pushed the door open and went out wrapped in his jacket.
Xie Qiao looked at her back with a gloomy expression.
She had clearly slept uneasily just now, and when she woke up she didn't seem to be ready to go out to the stall early. Did something happen to her?
Could it be that someone from Kyoto has set their sights on her?
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