Chapter 181: Supporting Character Extra: Concubine Yun*Younger Wolf Dog (Edited + Bug Checked) Supporting Character Extra, Don't Subscribe If You Don't Like
Zhou Yun came back from the jewelry store outside. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of chopping wood in the inner courtyard.
She paused, sighed helplessly, turned around and walked towards the source of the sound.
Turning into the courtyard, you will see a lush camphor tree.
It had just rained, and the leaves wet with water looked exceptionally green and full of vitality.
However, he was not as eye-catching as the young man who was chopping firewood in the yard.
The young man raised the axe and was about to bring it down when he heard footsteps near the Moon Gate and turned around.
Seeing that it was Zhou Yun, he put down the axe and hurriedly wiped the sweat off his face. When Zhou Yun came in front of him, he put down his sleeves and lowered his head.
He lowered his eyes, looking at the ground, not daring to look at her, "Master."
The pale sunlight after the rain shone on Zhou Yun's face, which was as beautiful as peach blossoms.
This kind of makeup is not allowed in the palace. It uses too much rouge and is too pretty. It can easily appear tacky and not solemn enough.
Zhou Yun just doesn't like to be serious.
She has a good skin tone and her skin is fair enough without any makeup. This makeup doesn't look tacky at all on her face, but rather clear and beautiful. The makeup is as its name suggests, making people unable to take their eyes off it.
Zhou Yun glanced at the huge pile of firewood on the open space, then looked at the big guy in front of him who was always thinking about working, and sighed, "I told you two days ago that the firewood you chopped is enough for half a month, so you don't have to work any more."
The young man lowered his head even lower, "Song Zhui knows he is wrong."
Admitting mistakes again. Zhou Yun choked up, "I'm not scolding you."
Zhou Yun recalled the first time he met Song Zhui.
When I arrived in Tan County a year ago, it had rained heavily for several days, the roads were muddy, and every household stayed indoors.
Zhou Yun asked a street beggar for directions, but ended up walking into a ditch. The wheels of his carriage were stuck in the mud and the drivers could not pull it out.
Until a tall black shadow rushed out from the roadside, bringing a group of little beggars with them, and they dragged the carriage out together.
Zhou Yun watched from the side and soon figured out the tricks of these little beggars.
They would point strangers who asked for directions to the muddy roads, and if the carriage got stuck, they would have to ask them for help.
She encountered the method of blackmailing others. Zhou Yun thought she was unlucky and waited for those little beggars to come and ask her for money.
But she waited until the big guy in the lead walked towards her.
He carried the little beggar who showed her the way like a chicken, pressed his head down and asked him to apologize to her.
The little beggar was so frightened that his legs were shaking, and he confessed everything about how he had deliberately given her the wrong directions in an attempt to cheat her of her money.
Zhou Yun knew that the little beggars in the city lived a very hard life. They did not abide by the order of the human world and instead lived like they were in a jungle, where admiring the strong and bullying the weak was the only rule.
These little beggars listen to the big guy so much. He must be the most fierce and powerful fighter among them.
But this ruthless guy agreed immediately when she asked him if he would go with her.
He became her follower and was more loyal than some of the others who had been with her for several years.
Zhou Yun looked at the young man in front of him with long hair tied up high and a neat face, and then thought of Song Zhui when he first met him, and still felt dazed.
When I first met him, his hair was disheveled, with branches and mud sticking out of it, covering his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He looked as dirty as if he had rolled in a mud puddle. Apart from a pair of eyes as bright as stars, no other facial features could be seen.
Although he was a beggar who was not well fed, he had a big body and stood there like a bear, fierce and unyielding, full of wildness.
After coming to Zhou Yun's place, Song Zhui no longer had to go hungry, and his muscles became stronger, making him look taller.
Zhou Yun stood next to him and felt that his shadow alone could cover her completely, but she did not feel oppressed.
Song Zhui has no father or mother. He is like a wild horse on the grassland, full of wildness.
After recognizing his master, he always lowered his head and was docile and submissive in front of his master.
Zhou Yun said: "It's not your job, but you're still rushing to do it. It seems like you have a lot of skills. So, can you write and read those words I asked you to recognize before?"
Song Zhui obediently squatted down, picked up a wooden stick, and wrote the words "Song" and "Zui" on the ground.
It's crooked and doesn't look good. But at least, no stroke was wrong.
Zhou Yun nodded with satisfaction, took the wooden stick from Song Zhui's hand, and wrote the words "deed, account, silver and money" and "one tael, three si" on the ground.
"You must remember these words clearly before tomorrow morning," she ordered in a bossy manner, "and you are not allowed to use the axe again until you remember them clearly."
Song Zhui didn't say much, just nodded at Zhou Yun. He was still nodding when Zhou Yun left.
He held the wooden stick that Zhou Yun had just taken and was reluctant to put it down.
*
Zhou Yun settled down in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River. No one knew that she was Concubine Yun who followed the late emperor to die. All they knew was that her husband had died, and she had no one in her family, so she ended up here.
Although he is a drifter, he is not miserable. She had a lot of money, so she bought almost all the shops, farms and banks in the town so that she would have something to do.
Zhou Yun taught Song Zhui to read and write, with the intention of training him to become a shop owner.
Of course, he could support himself by just chopping wood and doing some physical work, but it was not a long-term solution.
Although she took Song Zhui in, Zhou Yun felt that he would not always stay with her as a servant.
He is not only big in size, but also smart. He should have a broader world.
Zhou Yun always remembered that when her carriage was stuck in the mud, he had seen her take out her purse. He knew that she would give money, but she still forced his little brother to admit his mistake.
Even though I am in the mud, there is still light in my heart, I know right from wrong, and I am kind and righteous.
She met such a clean child and he helped her, so she wanted to give him a hand.
When Song Zhui learned more words, Zhou Yun found someone to teach him arithmetic.
To her surprise, although Song Zhui was illiterate, he could do calculations clearly and even used an abacus.
After asking, I found out that he used to be a waiter in a pub.
Song Zhui was stubborn and refused to add water to the wine he sold, so he was soon kicked out by the shopkeeper. Although he had only worked as a waiter for two months, he secretly learned some things by watching the shopkeeper use the abacus.
Zhou Yun wanted to test how far he had learned in this accounting skill, so he asked the maid to bring last year's money shop accounts and watched him calculate them with his own eyes.
The money shop had a pile of accounts over the past few months, and it only took an hour or two to calculate them.
The sun's shadow moves westward, and the golden crow sets in the west.
Zhou Yun stared at it for an hour but couldn't find any mistake. Gradually she lost interest and became sleepy, so she closed her eyes.
After a long time, there was a weight on his shoulders and a coat fell off. Although Zhou Yun was sleepy, she was not really asleep. She suddenly opened her eyes.
Song Zhui's features were right before my eyes.
The golden setting sun illuminated the young man's face and slowly sank into Zhou Yun's eyes.
The red sun, which was setting in the west, cast a radiant golden-pink hue on his body, which was incredibly beautiful.
Song Zhui's facial features are not delicate. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a nose bridge and lips with thorn-like scars and cracks, but when combined together, he looks very handsome.
He is the kind of handsome man who, at first glance, makes people feel aggressive, brave, and wild.
Like a knife or a sword, very dazzling.
Zhou Yun's breath was choked. She grabbed the coat that Song Zhui had put on her, lowered her thick eyelashes, and said, "Thank you."
The moment Zhou Yun opened his eyes, Song Zhui suddenly stepped back.
The tall and strong man almost fell to the ground.
Zhou Yun was amused by him, but the smile just barely made its way to the bottom of his mouth.
It is really easy to see what children are thinking.
Song Zhui was eighteen and was picked up by her when he was seventeen years old.
She gave him a home and the warmth he had never experienced before for a whole year.
Maybe that was the reason why he looked at her cautiously and affectionately.
But how can an eighteen-year-old child, who has only met a few people in his life, really figure out what he wants?
Zhou Yun had another worry about how to explain things to Song Zhui.
As for the excitement he felt when he opened his eyes and saw Song Zhui, Zhou Yun didn't think about it anymore.
Like a stone thrown into a lake, it slowly sank to the bottom and was pressed down by her.
*
June 7th is a good day for everything.
The daughter of a martial arts guild in the town set up a martial arts arena to hold a competition to find a husband.
Zhou Yun loved to watch the fun, so he booked a private room on the second floor of the bookstore opposite the martial arts hall.
The two windows were wide open, offering a clear view of the people walking on the street.
Song Zhui stood aside while Zhou Yun drank tea, waiting to see which man had the ability to take the beautiful girl away.
The men in the town surrounded the competition stage.
Half came to watch the excitement of the martial arts competition to win a bride, and half came to see Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun was more beautiful than any other woman in the town, even more beautiful than their imaginations of fairies in heaven.
Song Zhui looked at the eyes that were frequently looking up at the window, his face darkened, and he stood by the window without saying a word.
The tall and burly figure completely blocked Zhou Yun in an instant.
Zhou Yun called out to him, "It's a critical moment, and you're blocking me. Who's going to win or lose?"
Song Zhui only gave way a little bit, "Fang Ke lost."
Zhou Yun looked out in surprise, "This martial arts master's daughter is really good at Kung Fu."
She suddenly turned to Song Zhui and asked curiously, "Who is better at kung fu, you or her?"
The young man lowered his head, not daring to look Zhou Yun in the eyes.
"Song Zhui doesn't know."
"But I know." Zhou Yun said.
"If it were you on the fighting stage, you would definitely be able to do it." Zhou Yun slowly looked away, looking at the little girl in red who had just defeated Fang Ke and was looking into the crowd. He smiled faintly with a look of regret, "Although I can't tell whose kung fu is good or bad, I can tell the others."
As he spoke, the little girl in red on the stage also looked over here.
But it avoided the beautiful Zhou Yun and fell directly on Song Zhui.
The young man stood by the window, his eyes like cold stars, his figure tall and strong, masculine and handsome.
The face of the little girl in red soon turned the same color as her clothes.
Song Zhui half-closed his eyes, unaware of the gazes from downstairs. He clenched his fists because of Zhou Yun's words and asked in a muffled voice, "What did the master see?"
Zhou Yun tapped the window frame with her slender fingers. She looked at the girl in red clothes on the stage with endless envy in her eyes. "Look, she has been looking for you. If you go up, even if your martial arts skills are three points worse than hers, she will definitely let you go, and you will definitely win."
She was twenty-seven years old, not young, and she had been in the harem for so many years that her mentality had become old. I really don't want to care about these love affairs. It's better for children to deal with them. She just watches from the side and pulls the strings.
Zhou Yun turned his gaze to Song Zhui again, and asked with a faint smile, "Do you want to give it a try?"
Song Zhui asked in a low voice, "What do you think, Master?"
"Me?" Zhou Yun thought for a moment and chuckled, "Of course I hope you go. The boss of the martial arts company is a broad-minded person who can tolerate others. That girl is also a good girl. You are quite capable and have good character. It will be a good thing for both you and them."
This way, he wouldn't have to miss her anymore.
She doesn't have to miss him anymore.
"A girl's thoughts are all out in the open, and everyone is watching. If you have a heart for it, don't let it go to waste. You are still young, and it is easy for you to not figure out what you want. You will regret it if you miss it later."
"Don't let her down?" Song Zhui suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhou Yun, his eyes full of cruelty and hatred. He asked in a tight voice, "What about my worries?"
Zhou Yun was stunned.
"Song Zhui doesn't want anyone else, Song Zhui only wants his master." Song Zhui's eyes were red, he blocked Zhou Yun and walked into the house.
He blocked her against the wall, leaving her with no way to escape. He pinched Zhou Yun's chin and lowered his head.
Song Zhui is neither a tamed horse nor a loyal dog.
Song Zhui is a wolf who crawled out of the gutter. He has his own cruelty and bloodiness. Once he catches someone he wants to follow, he will follow them closely and will not turn back until he bites them to death.
Song Zhui was unrestrained and kissed her to his heart's content.
After a long while, he raised his chin and touched Zhou Yun's moist, red and soft lips in an ambiguous way. His voice was hoarse, "That's what I thought in my dream."
"I want to kiss the master, I want the master."
He grabbed Zhou Yun's hand and said, "I thought about you like this the first time I saw you. After that, I wanted you every night until it hurt."
Zhou Yun's legs went weak.
She recalled the cold night when she first met Song Zhui.
The moon was obscured by thick clouds, and his messy hair almost covered his entire face, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.
She didn't know at that time that those eyes became especially bright because they saw her.
Before Zhou Yun could say anything, Song Zhui touched her waist with his big hand, and kissed her again.
Zhou Yun struggled for a moment, raised his hand and slapped him.
She was flustered.
She had never experienced anything like this before, where she was just gently touched and was immersed in it.
Almost sinking into despair, forgetting myself.
She used to be sober at all times.
Because you are sober, you can protect yourself and won't get hurt.
Zhou Yun has seen many women in the harem going crazy for love, and she just wants to stay sober.
Song Zhui's eyes, which were deeply immersed in lust, suddenly became clear.
He was stunned for a moment, panic-stricken, but without any regret, he knelt down heavily, drew out his sharp sword, raised it high, and held it above his head.
"Song Zhui had thoughts that he shouldn't have had and did things that he shouldn't have done. Whether he should be beaten or killed, it's all up to the master to decide."
Zhou Yun covered her chest, not knowing what to say. She panted and pointed at the door of the private room, her fingertips trembling, "Go away."
Song Zhui left his sword behind, lowered his eyes, and walked out.
Zhou Yun pressed his aching forehead, his heart in a mess.
She no longer had the heart to watch the outcome of the competition outside the window, nor was she in a hurry to return home. She stayed in the bookstore until very late before slowly returning.
After returning home, she was afraid of meeting Song Zhui, so she walked along the wall like a thief, looking left and right. She bumped into a maid and was frightened.
"I was scared to death." Zhou Yun patted his chest.
The maid was also startled by Zhou Yun's unusual behavior and said in a trembling voice, "Master, Song Zhui is gone."
Zhou Yun couldn't bear to hear Song Zhui's name at this moment, and said in an awkward tone, "Don't mention him to me."
She took two steps out and suddenly came back, "Who did you say left?"
"Song Zhui." The maid frowned as if she couldn't understand. "Around 9:00 p.m. today, he returned home, packed his bags and left. He even left all the monthly salary that the master had given him this year, saying thank you for taking him in."
Zhou Yun was first shocked, then angry, and finally, he clenched his fingers and asked in disbelief, "Besides this, you didn't leave anything else?"
“No more.”
Zhou Yun gritted his teeth, feeling angry and powerless.
When she said "leave", she just wanted him to give her some time to think it over, not to let him go far away!
…
Zhou Yun was not a person who lived only on love. Although she felt pain and regret in her heart after Song Zhui left, she did not cry out to the sky. She still did her business well and collected rent. She was still happy as she should be. It was just that when she occasionally thought of him at night, her heart would ache.
Previously, there were some rumors in the town speculating about her origins. Later, seeing that Zhou Yun acted honestly, generously and skillfully, and that her business was getting better and better for a woman, although it was not good for her to be in the spotlight, it was said that she had a background in Jinling and could not be offended, so the gossip gradually died down.
This was not what Zhou Yun had imagined.
She thought that after she left the palace and settled down, she would keep a few handsome young men.
A widow who did not return to her parents' home, settled in another place, and kept several young prostitutes... If she acted like this, she would definitely not escape criticism, so she had already prepared for it.
Unexpectedly, she changed her mind first, thinking that keeping a beautiful young man was meaningless.
It's more interesting to teach a fool to read and do accounting.
When Zhou Yun thought of Song Zhui, he laughed and gritted his teeth fiercely.
A fool is a fool. He has no ability to understand words and express ideas. If she saw him again, she would chop off his useless head.
But I don’t know if there will be another chance to see you again. Song Zhui was indeed stubborn, and he didn't take away a single penny of the monthly salary she gave him. So how does he make a living? Is he living well?
The maid saw that Zhou Yun seemed angry and didn't dare to approach. Zhou Yun saw her and asked, "What's the matter?"
The maid trembled and stepped forward and said, "It's bad news..."
"Go ahead."
"The batch of cloth ordered from the Jiang family in Quling cannot be sent."
"What's going on?"
"The head of the Jiang family passed away, and there was internal strife in the family. A fire broke out and all the goods were burned."
Zhou Yun frowned, "What about the Su family's cloth shop?"
“That store is out of stock.”
"I'll go out and ask around."
The maid stopped Zhou Yun and said, "The shopkeeper has already sent someone to inquire about this matter. He said that there is a royal merchant from Jinling who is here recently. He has some extra goods and is willing to give them to us. However... the man said that he wants to meet the master."
"Yes." Zhou Yun smiled. "What's so difficult about this? I have so many people to support in my shop and house. How can I support you if I don't do the business that comes to my door?"
She asked, "What is the title of the Royal Merchant?"
"I don't know his full name, I only know his last name is Song."
When Zhou Yun heard that the person's surname was Song, his expression changed slightly.
Now whenever she hears the surname Song, she will think of Song Zhui. Thinking of Song Zhui, I felt a little uncomfortable.
Zhou Yun took the cone hat, got on the carriage, and went to the restaurant where he had agreed to meet the imperial merchant.
Along the way, I kept thinking about Song Zhui.
Before getting off the carriage, Zhou Yun slapped her face and drove away Song Zhui, who was always in her mind.
The waiter led her in and helped her open the door to the private room.
Behind the pear blossom screen, there sat a man.
This back view, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, looked familiar to her.
Zhou Yun's breathing became lighter.
The waiter closed the door, isolating the voices from outside and the room instantly became quiet.
Zhou Yun walked around and the man behind the screen just stood up.
The man was taller, his face looked more weathered, and his eyes showed more experience.
But just like before, when he saw Zhou Yun, his eyes lit up, as bright as the stars that could not be covered by thick clouds in the cold night, and they were amazingly bright. "My name is Song Zhui, and I want to discuss a business deal with you, young lady."
*
Later, when Song Zhui and Zhou Yun talked about those four years, they did not mention the thrilling setbacks and experiences he had experienced when he started from scratch and became an imperial merchant. Instead, they said, "In those four years, I grew older and met many people."
"You said at the time that I was young and had not met many people. I would regret it if I thought clearly about what I really wanted in the future. But I have met so many people, and I still think of you in my heart."
"I would regret missing you."
"You and I have different identities. If I don't leave and make my own achievements, I won't dare to openly call you Ah Yun."
"Your business with the Jiang family is ruined, and it really has nothing to do with me."
"The business I want to discuss with you has never been about money."
"Song Zhui... is still in need of a wife. This business will only be done with Ayun. I just don't know... whether Ayun is willing?"
Zhou Yun hooked his neck and took the initiative to kiss his lips, laughing at his knowing question, "Do you think I am willing or not?"
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