Chapter 2 "Little Lady"
A cold wind was blowing in the yard, blowing up the light snow on the ground.
Xie Qiao's voice was calm but a little cold, which immediately made Song Jin sober.
Look at what?
Song Jin shuddered and swallowed back the words "looking at your waist" that were about to come out of his mouth.
He just stood there, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Song Jin could imagine that if he said it, he would be messing with his sense of propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame.
You didn't have to see it to imagine how unhappy he was.
and……
Song Jin sighed in his heart——
They had been married for two months, but not only had they never been physically close to each other, their words were cold and cold.
Song Jin had thought about this before, since she had this habit of adoring beautiful women, she must find a handsome man in the future.
Now that she had such a god-like husband, she would secretly wake up with joy many nights and wanted to live a good life with him even more.
But he is always so strange...
Song Jin felt a little uncomfortable, as if someone was grabbing his heart.
She stood at the door and rubbed her purse awkwardly.
Seeing that Song Jin still didn't speak, Xie Qiao's eyes fell on her, but there was a subtle pressure in his tone: "Are you okay?"
Hearing Xie Qiao's tone, Song Jin quickly replied: "No, nothing happened."
Song Jin has come into contact with many people over the years, but they were all ordinary people. However, Xie Qiao always reminded her of the judge in the government office.
Song Jin thought quietly, Kyoto is worthy of being Kyoto, even an ordinary teacher is treated like a high-ranking official, so who knows what it would be like if it were a member of a noble family.
As Song Jin thought about it, she looked up and secretly glanced at Xie Qiao again.
She couldn't suppress the smile: Those young masters from the aristocratic families are nothing, even the gods in heaven can't compare to the looks of her husband!
Maybe her husband is just like this. As a teacher, he has to be serious!
Thinking of this, the awkwardness just now disappeared.
She took out the purse from her bosom and said briskly, "This is the money I earned these days. Winter is coming soon. Husband, do you want to buy two new sets of clothes?"
Just this?
Xie Qiao glanced at the half-worn cotton jacket on his body. It was the one that Song Jin's grandfather had worn when he was alive. Xie Qiao was tall and the clothes were a little small for him, so he could only drape them over his shoulders.
It's really time to buy some new clothes.
Xie Qiao nodded slightly: "Yeah."
He lowered his eyes slightly and put away the book on the table: "This is the book I copied these days. You can take it back to the bookstore tomorrow and use the money to buy it directly."
After saying that, Song Jin still had no intention of leaving.
He paused slightly, looked at the girl in front of him, and said nothing more.
The blush on the girl's face had faded, leaving only her pink cheeks and white, slender neck.
She has a pair of gentle and bright almond-shaped eyes, and a dimple on her left cheek, which is not obvious at ordinary times and can only be seen when she smiles.
But she always smiled, especially when she looked at him.
She is as lively as her dimples, like the pomegranates growing on the tree in front of her door, gentle and cheerful, making people feel comfortable involuntarily.
He frowned and withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace.
He turned his head slightly and stopped looking at Song Jin, but his tone became slightly softer: "It's windy outside, you should go back and rest early."
Look, they are starting to chase people away again.
Song Jin stood there and looked around the room, but did not leave immediately.
Although they were married, they always slept in separate rooms. The room where her husband slept was originally hers.
He came suddenly at that time and his room was the only one still occupied in the house, so I had to give this room to him and sleep in my grandfather's room.
Song Jin looked listless, like a small flower wilted by the wind and snow outside.
She clutched her purse tightly, took a few steps forward and picked up the books on the table: "Okay, then my husband, you should also go to bed early."
After saying that, she turned and walked slowly towards the door.
With a creaky sound, the door was opened and Song Jin looked back quietly.
She looked back almost every few steps, but Xie Qiao didn't even raise his eyes, just staring at the book in his hand.
Okay.
She sighed slightly, her head drooped, and left with the book in her arms. The door was closed tightly behind her.
The cold wind and snow were kept outside, and there was only a bean-sized lamp in the house, illuminating the palm-sized room.
Even though he has lived in this room for two months, traces of Song Jin are still everywhere.
There were several books stacked on the square table. Xie Qiao put the book in his hand on the top and accidentally saw a letter under the book.
He frowned and raised his hand to pull out the letter.
My thoughts went back to two months ago.
It was early autumn at that time. He had just resigned from his post in the government office. When he returned to Jing'an Marquis' Mansion, he received news that his father was seriously ill at the border. So he led his men to the border overnight, but he was intercepted and killed on the way.
All the guards who came out with him died while trying to protect him. Fortunately, he met Song Feng who was about to go to Chongzhou, who recognized him and rescued him. In the end, although Song Feng was seriously injured, he still fought to the death to send him out. Before he died, he gave him the jade pendant on his waist and asked him to go to Chunliu Lane in Chongzhou to find his sister Song Jin and marry her.
He gritted his teeth and persisted along the way, and finally found Song Jin before fainting, and asked her if she was willing to marry him.
Somewhat unexpectedly, she agreed so quickly, but he was too badly injured and didn't know if he could pull through, so he wanted to marry her immediately. While she was getting ready, he stayed in the house and wrote this suicide note. If he unfortunately died, Song Jin could take this letter to Kyoto.
He is the eldest son of the Jing'an Marquis's Mansion and also the head of the Xie family. If Song Jin marries him, her mother will take care of her even if he dies. No matter if she marries someone else or anything else, the Xie family will be her backing. This can be regarded as repaying Song Feng for saving her life.
If he wakes up...
Xie Qiao lowered his eyes and opened the letter in his hand.
Because he woke up, Song Jin had not had the chance to open the letter, and naturally did not know his identity.
During the past two months, he hid his identity and recuperated in Chunliu Lane, and copied books to pass his news back to Kyoto, waiting for someone from the Xie family to come and make further plans.
Xie Qiao glanced at the suicide note in his hand, then raised his hand and placed it close to the dying candle.
The paper was ignited by the candle flame which was as big as a bean, and then it was slowly consumed by it, and it was burned completely in a short while.
The candle also went out along with the paper. Xie Qiao raised his hand and lit it again.
At the same time, lights were lit in Song Jin's room.
The wind and snow outside were getting stronger, the sound of rain could no longer be heard, and it was getting increasingly quiet outside.
Song Jin put away the books that Xie Qiao had copied carefully, then patted the snow off his head.
Their rooms were not far apart, just a few steps away. There was not much snow on his head, and after patting it a few times, Song Jin felt his stomach was empty.
Xie Qiao doesn't eat after noon, but Song Jin hasn't eaten yet.
It was snowing heavily outside. Song Jin gritted his teeth and decided to go to the kitchen to cook some food.
It doesn’t matter if it’s cold, you can’t go hungry!
The steamed buns were placed in the steamer, the porridge on the stove had already been heated up, and the whole kitchen was warmed by the firewood.
Song Jin sighed comfortably. She squatted beside the stove, took out the wedding money bag from her arms, and turned it over with her backhand. The copper coins in the bag fell onto the small stool.
But in addition to the copper coins, a small piece of paper also fell out of the brocade bag.
"Why?"
Song Jin glanced at the small note and didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was a lucky word associated with the wedding money.
After she finished counting the coins, she opened the note.
Then the more she looked, the wider her almond-shaped eyes opened.
This, this, this!
This was not an auspicious message at all; it was a note from Sister Qinghong asking her to deliver a message!
The note was not big, but the information was clearly written on it.
The person Sister Qinghong wants to meet lives in the third house in Donglin Lane. Qinghong will wait for him at Chongjiang Ferry at 15:30 pm.
When Song Jin was delivering cakes to Xiucui Tower, he heard from the girls that Sister Qinghong had a lover.
But I didn’t expect that Sister Qinghong actually wanted to elope with him!
Looking at the note, Song Jin bit his lower lip, a little hesitant.
What if Sister Qinghong was caught? This elopement is a huge scandal. Mr. Wang has quite some influence in Chongzhou. How can Sister Qinghong get away?
But if she didn't help Sister Qinghong to spread the news, then if it delayed Sister Qinghong's marriage, wouldn't she be guilty?
what to do?
Song Jin's eyebrows were twisted together so tightly that they could kill a mosquito.
The wind outside was blowing the snowflakes wildly, and occasionally there was the sound of wind hitting the door.
The wind in the yard is so strong, the ferry must be even colder.
Sister Qinghong didn’t know whether he would deliver the message for her, so she would definitely go to the ferry and wait tonight.
Just thinking about it made Song Jin feel cold.
In that case, she will go and help Sister Qinghong this time.
Sister Qinghong is obviously very unhappy today. She doesn't want to get married. If that man could take Sister Qinghong away, she would definitely be happier!
Besides...
Song Jin clenched the heavy brocade bag tightly.
She has already received the reward money.
After making the decision, Song Jin put out the fire on the stove, quickly ate a few bites of steamed buns, wrapped himself tightly in his jacket, and went into the heavy snow.
The slender figure was soon obscured by the heavy snow, and only the sound of the door opening reached Xie Qiao's room.
He frowned and subconsciously looked towards the door.
At this time, a tall black figure stood by the window and knocked on the window gently: "Sir."
Xie Qiao was stunned for a moment, then said calmly, "Come in."
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Donglin Lane is to the east of Chunliu Lane. The road is not far at ordinary times, but it becomes extremely difficult to walk on snowy days.
When Song Jin felt her face was about to freeze, she finally arrived at the place. She stood at the door of the third house and knocked gently.
Not long after, footsteps were heard from inside.
The footsteps stopped behind the door: "Who?"
Song Jin's voice was not loud in the snow, and she whispered on purpose: "I'm delivering a letter for Sister Qinghong."
After hearing Song Jin's answer, the person inside did not respond, but opened the door directly.
Song Jin looked up and saw a young man in a plain cotton robe standing at the door. He had a handsome face and looked like a scholar.
He frowned and looked at Song Jin: "Did she ask you to come?"
"Yeah." Song Jin handed him the small note in his hand: "Sister Qinghong is waiting for you at the ferry."
Looking at the small note in Song Jin's hand, the young man did not reach out immediately, but was a little hesitant.
The snow fell into Song Jin's palm and melted instantly. A lot of snow also fell on the small note, and the words on it were blurred.
Song Jin raised his hand and pushed the note forward.
The young man finally took the note, with no trace of joy on his face, and even a hint of impatience.
Song Jin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but looking at his expression, it was obvious that he didn't want to talk to him more.
Song Jin was not stupid, she whispered: "I'm leaving first."
After saying that, she turned around and left, but after a few steps, she stopped and turned back to look at the young man who was about to close the door.
She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Sir, will you go?"
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The candle in the room was newly lit, and it could barely illuminate the small room. I wonder how much better it was than the candle stub just now.
But in Fu Cang's eyes, his young master was living in this small, shabby house, with no clothes to wear and no food to eat.
I haven't seen him for two months, and his son has become so thin!
He had followed his master for more than ten years, and had never seen the young master so miserable!
The tree-like man stood in front of the square table, tears welling up in his eyes. He held the sword and clasped his fists, his head about to bury in his chest: "Sir, I am late, and I have made you suffer!"
"No problem." Xie Qiao raised his hand and asked with frowned eyebrows: "How is father? Is there any unusual movement in Kyoto?"
Fu Cang sniffed his nose and said, "My Lord, the old Marquis is fine. As you expected, someone spread false news to lure the Lord out of the capital, and the ambush and killing him on the way must have been done by this person. After the news of the young master's disappearance spread in the capital, there was no disturbance at first, but later rumors spread that the master was dead."
"It seems like they are targeting me." Xie Qiao's expression was slightly cold, and his mouth was tight: "It seems like someone is hoping for my death."
When he was intercepted and killed on the way, he immediately thought that someone must have deliberately designed it, but he did not confirm who it was in the past two months.
Although there are many complicated factions in Kyoto, he is the head of the Xie family after all. Anyone who dares to kill him must be of a high status.
"In that case, I will follow their wishes. I am a little curious about what they want to do if I don't return to Kyoto."
Xie Qiao tapped the table with his fingertips a few times, then raised his hand and took a piece of letter.
His handwriting was vigorous and powerful. After a few words, he handed it to Fu Cang and said, "Pass the message to His Majesty. I have been recuperating in Chongzhou these days and do not intend to reveal my identity. Do not reveal any of my news in Kyoto. You should also hide in the dark recently and do not let others find you."
"Yes!" Fu Cang took the letter with both hands, "When do you plan to return to Kyoto, sir?"
Xie Qiao raised his slender fingers and pinched his brows: "After some time."
"Yes!" Fu Cang hesitated for a moment, and finally said carefully: "Then the young master is planning to bring the young lady back to Kyoto with him?"
Xie Qiao stopped pinching his brows with his fingers, and frowned slightly at the part covered by his palm.
Little lady?
Fu Cang thought Xie Qiao didn't know who he was talking about, so he added an explanation: "I heard that the young master got married here two months ago. I waited for the young lady to go out before coming in to see the young master today."
"It was just a hasty wedding. We haven't registered our marriage yet, and we are not actually married." Xie Qiao raised his eyes and his brows were normal: "You don't have to call her Madam, just call her Miss Song."
"I understand!" Fu Cang agreed. However, the young master had never been with a woman in these years. He was really curious: "So the young master is not planning to take Miss Song back to Kyoto?"
"She is an orphan now, and her brother saved my life, but it was a rush, and I have not revealed my identity yet. I will make a decision when everything is ready." Xie Qiao said calmly: "You don't need to tell my family that I am getting married here. I will take her back home when I return to Beijing."
But what identity will Song Jin use when he returns?
He still needs to think about it carefully.
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