Chapter 15
Chun Tao spoke, bringing her back to her senses: "Miss, Guo Daoquan was so disrespectful just now, why didn't you deal with him as well?"
Jiang Zhaoli stared: "I want to see who is behind him and what his purpose is."
Chuntao was worried: "If he becomes the workshop owner, won't those craftsmen..."
Jiang Zhaoli: "I have already thought about it. You will pick one of our people and send him in. Let him be the deputy abbot and sit with Guo Daoquan."
Chun Tao was very excited when she heard this: "It turns out that the young lady had already had an idea. She didn't remove him from his position, but instead divided his power. This is a good move."
It was still early, and Jiang Zhaoli was not in a hurry to go home. Instead, he went to stroll around Changming Street with Chuntao.
The streets were still bright and spacious, with crowds of people flowing in. Stalls had already been set up on both sides, displaying a wide variety of small items, including calligraphy and paintings, hairpins, purses and other small items.
The hawkers' shouts and the rising and falling laughter of the people collide with each other, giving the place a lively feel.
When I walked to Xiang Pavilion, I saw a man in a plain blue shirt standing in front of the door like a pine or cypress. He lowered his eyebrows, tapped his toes lightly, and seemed to have some thoughts in his mind.
The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves and fell onto him, as if he had a layer of dazzling gold edge. It was Song Shiyan, whom he had not seen for many days.
Seeing her coming, Song Shiyan's eyes lit up, and he jumped to her side with light steps. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, his eyes were slightly curved, and a bit of unruly flashed between his eyebrows, but his words were still venomous: "What a coincidence, Jiang Zhaoli, I didn't expect to see you here again."
Jiang Zhaoli: “…”
Jiang Zhaoli glanced at him sideways, then walked forward without changing his expression: "Come out for a stroll."
"You finally decided to come out instead of staying at home all the time, forcing me to climb over the wall to look for you all day long."
As Song Shiyan spoke, he quickened his pace to chase after her, following her sideways. His black hair, which was tied up in a bun on his head, fluttered in the wind as his body swayed.
He raised his chin and smiled, "I was just joking with you, why are you angry? I have some free time today, why don't you go to Wanpinlou with me for a drink? I'll treat you."
Jiang Zhaoli waved his hand and lazily refused: "I'm busy."
She didn't want to be attacked by Song Shiyan's mouth all the time.
Song Shiyan was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and shouted at her slender back: "You haven't been out many times, you must not be as familiar with this place as I am. I'll go shopping with you." After saying this, he quickened his pace to catch up with her.
Jiang Zhaoli refused again: "I don't need you to accompany me."
Chuntao watched from the side, shaking her head and sighing. The second young master of the Song family was indeed as good as his reputation for being a sharp-tongued person.
It is said that when he was young, he often scolded and made women who wanted to get close to him cry, without any mercy.
I thought he would be more restrained when he met a girl he liked in the future, but who knew that the Second Young Master Song was so unique and still had a harsh and merciless attitude towards the girl he loved.
"Hey, Jiang Zhaoli, look what this is." Song Shiyan promptly took out a few bunches of bright yellow Yaohuang peonies from behind his back and handed them to Jiang Zhaoli, staring at her with a little expectation.
Jiang Zhaoli tilted his head to take a look, and said with a fake smile: "What do you want to do with the things your servant threw away?"
Song Shiyan was stunned, with anxiety and nervousness flashing in his eyes: "No... No, I planted it myself."
This is an expensive variety that he specially had someone move for her. It has bright colors and a strong fragrance. He picked it out specifically to give to her. The flower is golden in color and has a plump shape. It took him several months of careful care for it to bloom.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoli paused slightly, took it from him with a look of surprise and confusion, and raised it: "Thank you."
Seeing that she accepted the flowers and was about to leave, Song Shiyan glared at her: "Is that it?"
"What else do you want?" Jiang Zhaoli looked at him in confusion.
Song Shiyan was so anxious that he scratched his head, his brows furrowed, with confusion between his eyebrows. This was not right. Jiang Yiche told him that if you give a purse or flowers to a girl, if she is interested, she will be very happy, and the next step will be to look at the person who gave the flowers with affection, and there will only be each other in their eyes.
But things don't seem to be like this...
Song Shiyan glanced at Jiang Zhaoli who was curiously playing with the peony petals, and held his forehead with his hand.
What went wrong? Why didn't she look at him? Why didn't she feel shy at all? Could she really be attracted to that son-in-law?
Jiang Zhaoli saw that he was full of regret, and then looked at the Yao Huang in his hand. Thinking that he was reluctant to part with it, he put the Yao Huang back into his hand.
Song Shiyan was even more confused. Why did he return it to him?
Seeing his absent-minded look, Jiang Zhaoli instantly remembered that day when he stood in her yard with his face covered, also like this, staring at something absent-mindedly. Jiang Zhaoli walked to the opposite side of him, raised her eyebrows, stared at him and asked: "Song Shiyan, did you go to my yard a few days ago? And you were wearing a mask."
That day, Yin Su said that the man looked like someone she knew, and she instantly thought of Song Shiyan. Only he would disregard the rules and climb over the wall to come to her yard.
When Song Shiyan heard this, his face changed slightly. His originally tangled expression instantly became calm. His eyes suddenly became evasive, looked away, and answered randomly: "What yard? What are you talking about? When have I been to your yard? I haven't been there since you got married." His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke later.
Song Shiyan coughed, turned around calmly, and said with a guilty look: "Well... I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Halfway through the walk, he turned back, stuffed the Yao Huang in his hand back into her arms, and disappeared in a flash.
Jiang Zhaoli: “…”
Jiang Zhaoli looked at the bright yellow Yao Huang in his hand in confusion, and raised his head towards Chun Tao who was covering her lips and laughing secretly: "What do you think Song Shiyan is doing? It's inexplicable."
Chun Tao smiled secretly: "I'm afraid the second young master Song is worried about something."
Jiang Zhaoli smiled. Worry? What could he worry about? His parents were alive and well, and he grew up in love. Even the eldest son in the family had to give him some respect. Otherwise, Song Shiyan would not have developed such a bully-like temper.
The further you go in, the more people there are. The women all hold lotus-shaped lanterns in their hands, linking their arms and laughing as they walk towards the river.
Is it some festival today? Why are there so many lanterns?
Suddenly, two laughing and playing children rushed through the crowd and ran towards the river. They accidentally bumped into Jiang Zhaoli. She staggered and almost fell. The next moment, she was squeezed in the middle of the crowd. Chuntao frowned and was about to scold them, but the two children ran away laughing.
At this time, fireworks bloomed by the river, gathering in one place and then dispersing like stars in the sky.
Chuntao was startled and was about to step forward to protect Jiang Zhaoli, but before she could take a step, she was instantly taken away by the crowd that surged in like a tide.
After finally squeezing aside to catch her breath, Chun Tao turned around and saw a carriage rushing towards the crowd without slowing down. She couldn't help but widen her eyes and shouted anxiously, "Girl, be careful."
All she could hear was noisy and chaotic conversation, drowning out Chuntao's exclamation in the din.
Jiang Zhaoli's face turned grim. Just as he was about to move to the side, he was pushed to the middle again by the sudden crowd. Before he could react, he heard the shrill sound of horses neighing to the sky and the screams of people fleeing everywhere.
Many people were pushed down and half-knelt on the ground, covering their heads and wailing in pain.
In order to prevent herself from falling, Jiang Zhaoli had no choice but to rush backwards with the crowd. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. His strength was so great that she couldn't break free at all.
Looking up, the man's angular profile and tall pine-like figure instantly came into view. He pursed his thin lips and glanced around vigilantly. His calm but murderous eyes stared at the horse that was stopped in time by the officials.
Jiang Zhaoli's eyebrows moved and he stared at him in a daze. It was Yin Su.
He expressionlessly chopped aside the two people who were blocking his way.
He blocked the crowd with his arms and easily wrapped them around her, thus preventing her from being carried away by the crowd.
Yin Su held her waist and pulled her closer. Jiang Zhaoli fell into his warm embrace. She frowned and rubbed her nose in pain. She held Yin Su's clothes tightly with both hands. Yin Su's calm and gentle voice sounded above her head: "Hold on tight."
He tiptoed lightly and easily brought her away from the noisy and screaming ground and went to the second floor near the accident site, where the view was wide and he could see everything happening below.
Jiang Zhaoli felt a little dizzy, so he held onto the fence, shook his head, and calmed down.
She tilted her head to look at the tall man beside her. At that moment, he was staring at the horse that had knocked down several people. The driver stumbled off the horse and looked at the tragic scene on the street. He was so scared that he fainted.
Jiang Zhaoli panted softly and asked with a blush on her cheeks: "Yin Su, why are you here?"
Yin Su smiled faintly: "I also want to ask Madam Jiang why you are here?"
Jiang Zhaoli: "I have nothing to do, so I came here with Chuntao for a stroll."
"Oh no, where's Chuntao?"
Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she grasped the fence in front of her tightly with both hands. She lowered her head and quickly searched for Chuntao in the crowd. Suddenly, her head hit the large and warm palm.
Yin Su took back his palm, put it behind his back, and rubbed it gently with his fingertips, which seemed to still be warm: "Don't worry, Madam Jiang, Chuntao is fine."
He looked down and saw the Yaohuang peony in Jiang Zhaoli's hand: "Madam Jiang, was the flower in your hand given by someone else?"
He saw many men and women lighting lanterns today. Some were holding purses, or Yao Huang and Wei Zi in their hands. They walked together with smiles on their faces. He had no idea what that smile was and could not understand it.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoli lowered her eyebrows and looked over. She was holding a few bunches of Yao Huang in her hands. At this moment, many of the petals had been squeezed off, and only a few were hanging scattered on the ground, swaying precariously.
Jiang Zhaoli raised his hand, as if puzzled: "You are talking about this, I met Song Shiyan on the way here just now, and he gave it to me."
Yin Su's eyes were full of mystery. "Song Shiyan? Is he the one who broke into Madam Jiang's courtyard that day?"
Jiang Zhaoli nodded hesitantly, as if to defend him: "He is a decent person, but he is a bit harsh."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Su raised his eyes and said, "Madam Jiang, the person who is looking for you is here."
Jiang Zhaoli looked over and saw Song Shiyan walking hurriedly, standing in the crowd with an anxious look on his face. He quickly scanned the crowd and when he saw the yellow petals that had been trampled on the ground...
He grabbed a person at random and gestured to him anxiously: "Let me ask you, have you seen a woman who is very pretty, gentle, about this tall, holding a bunch of yaohuang in her hand?"
The man was so scared that he immediately waved his hands, and pointed to a place with his rough fingers shaking like chaff: "No... I don't know. A carriage lost control and knocked down many people. If the person you are looking for is here, you can go there and take a look."
After saying this, Song Shiyan ran over anxiously, looking at the figures lying in all directions, panic flashed in his eyes, and he even squatted down and started to pull up the person who was still groaning in pain on the ground.
Jiang Zhaoli took in everything. She was stunned for a moment and called out, "Song Shiyan."
The woman's voice hit Song Shiyan like the sound of nature. He froze all over and looked up suddenly. The woman was standing on the second floor, with her hands on the railing, her black hair hanging softly around her waist, her eyes like autumn water, staring at him with a smile, looking pretty and lovely.
Seeing that she was fine, Song Shiyan's tense expression relaxed instantly.
He had just walked halfway when he heard that the horse behind him had lost control and knocked down a group of people. He suddenly remembered that Jiang Zhaoli seemed to be there as well, so he rushed over without stopping.
Song Shiyan was about to speak when she suddenly saw the man coming into her sight. She stood beside Jiang Zhaoli and looked down at him indifferently.
His eyebrows were slightly narrowed, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his lips. He stared at him with interest, and Song Shiyan swallowed the words that were about to come to his lips.
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