After closing the door, Yunling quickly slipped away.
Lu Yinghuai, who had just finished talking with Song Xiaoliulang, saw that small black figure slip out again when he reached the gate. He quickly chased after it, but it disappeared after turning a corner.
"Ying Huai, what did you see?"
"No, has anything been stolen from your house recently?"
Song Xiaoliulang thought for a moment, then shook his head and said no.
Lu Yinghuai was puzzled by the small black shadow that came and went freely. He guessed it was just a little cat, so he didn't think much of it and bowed, saying, "Then I'll leave this matter to Brother Feng."
"I will try my best to persuade you, Brother Yinghuai, that the road is slippery at night and you should be careful."
After agreeing, Lu Yinghuai set off and left, which goes without saying.
The sun rose high the next day.
Song Zhiping was awakened by the choking. He touched his aching neck and hurriedly got out of bed to take a closer look at the dressing table. The pain was still there, but there was no trace of it. He figured it was just a dream.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the window. Song Zhiping, no longer feeling the fear of the previous night, paid even less attention to Yun Ling's words. He even felt that dreams were the opposite of reality, and that if he married Yun Ruochun, he might even live a long and healthy life.
He excitedly practiced two sets of Tai Chi, and even his breakfast was exceptionally enjoyable. He felt that the whole sky had become brighter because of him.
"Good morning, Grandpa. Oh, did you not sleep well last night? Your face looks a bit dark. Should we call a doctor to come and take a look?"
"Nonsense, I just looked in the mirror, and my complexion is great."
His expression was naturally good, but Song Xiaoliulang couldn't say that. "It's not good, it's really not good. I heard that Father is going to take a new concubine. Has the matchmaker checked your birth dates and times? I'm afraid she might offend Father."
Song Zhiping never intended for anyone to stay long; it was just a game, so there was no need to take it so seriously. Naturally, he didn't bother with the birth dates and times, only choosing an auspicious day.
He had always thought so and never felt there was anything wrong with it, but Song Xiaoliulang's words undoubtedly reminded him of the dream he had last night. Could it really be a divine secret?
Seeing that he did not respond, Song Xiaoliulang continued, "My mother always said that when choosing a wife or concubine, one should choose a blessed person so that the family can prosper and the person can be healthy."
"A blessed person? What is a blessed person?"
Why is it this lucky person again? If it weren't for the fact that the voice of the person last night was different from that of his grandson, Song Zhiping would almost suspect that it was the same person.
"A life with plenty to eat and drink, sons and grandsons, a thriving family, the kind of life everyone praises."
This was certainly not what Song Xiaoliulang thought. Lu Yinghuai thought that since this matter was caused by Liu, he should naturally try to bring good fortune to her, so he taught Song Xiaoliulang these words.
Song Zhiping felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and the pain in his neck made him uneasy. His good mood from earlier vanished completely, so he went out for a walk and unknowingly walked to Shengfu Restaurant.
Manager Zhou greeted him with a smile, but after leading him into the private room, he frowned. "Master Song, oh dear, why do you look so unwell? Have you run into some trouble lately?"
He looks unwell? Does he really look unwell?
"What trouble could there be?"
Despite saying that, Song Zhiping was still a little guilty. He poured himself a cup of tea and looked at his face, and his complexion did indeed look a bit off.
Shopkeeper Zhou laughed and said, "That's true. Everyone in the city knows that the rich man has married a beautiful woman and is riding high. There's no sign of him having a dark face or looking like he's about to die."
"His forehead is dark, as if it's about to turn bloody?!"
"No, no, no, I just made that up."
The more this happened, the more uneasy Song Zhiping felt, "I haven't even gotten married yet."
"She's not married yet, oh dear, this..." Manager Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, sat down next to Song Zhiping, and whispered, "In my hometown, there's a saying that women with superhuman strength are not to be trifled with by ordinary people. If they try to force them, they may be devoured and die. Of course, this is just a saying, and you can take it as just something made up, sir."
Song Zhiping got goosebumps all over his body. The phrase "lifespan has ended" kept echoing in his mind. It must be a secret.
After drinking three cups of tea, Song Zhiping composed himself and asked, "Who do you think is truly blessed?"
"A blessed person..." Manager Zhou put on a troubled expression, but in his heart he was overjoyed. Wasn't this the work of that young lady's aunt, Liu? Blessed, blessed! The wicked should be punished by the wicked.
"Oh dear, what a coincidence! There's a family like that in the village where the mushroom seller lived. The woman had three sons, and those three sons got married and had six grandsons in total. They have a large and prosperous family, with plenty to eat and wear. They're even building a house recently. Everyone in the village says she's very lucky."
Recalling Song Xiaoliulang's words, Song Zhiping nodded, but quickly shook his head again, "How can a woman do this?"
"Why can't a woman be used? Who knows..." Manager Zhou stopped there, only squinting his eyes and smiling like a lecherous thief.
Hearing this, Song Zhiping felt a sudden itch in his heart. He hadn't really thought about it that way. It just had a unique flavor to it. Besides, he was blessed. Good fortune and misfortune are mutually exclusive. He had done nothing wrong, so even the King of Hell wouldn't come after him. Just thinking about it made him happy.
Song Zhiping raised a cup of tea to Manager Zhou, saying, "Brother, you understand me best."
"I dare not accept such praise."
Manager Zhou also raised his teacup to clink with it. That was all he could do; the rest was up to fate.
After being enlightened by Manager Zhou, Song Zhiping suddenly felt enlightened. Although he still felt a little sorry for Yun Ruochun, his life was more important. As long as he was alive, he was not worried about not encountering fun things.
He took a jug of fine wine home and had someone inform Song Wang, telling him to find such a fortunate person.
Yunling was unaware of these people's plans; she simply acted according to her own calculations, guided by the saying, "God will guide you."
After nightfall, the village became quiet.
Yunling opened the window a little, and a thin vine darted out like a snake, lifting the red sedan chair that was parked at the gate. With a flick of her hand, the red sedan chair landed steadily at the gate of the main house.
At this moment, Song Wang, who was gathering information from Granny Fan's house, stared at the flying red sedan chair. He was stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes hard, and when he saw the red sedan chair land in front of Liu's house, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.
Who else could be so blessed but Liu?
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