Chapter 90 Did she trust him and treat her well?
Before meeting Zhu Hao, Li Mizhang never hit women.
Now, he had a private fight with a woman in the street and was sent to jail for damaging a street stall.
The jailer handed them paper and pen, and ordered them to write a letter home. They would not be released until their families had paid off the losses to their stalls.
Li Mizhang's family only has an old lady who is nearly 80 years old. They live in a poor family. If he had not resigned from his official position because of a momentary impulse, he would have at least earned a few children every month. He would not have been unable to make ends meet and ended up as a street vendor who was half storyteller and half bookkeeper.
Grandma is old, so don't let her worry.
Therefore, Li Mizhang refused to write and insisted that there was no one at home.
Best wishes to you.
She had just arrived at the court and had not yet helped Song Xieqing, but had instead caused trouble... He was a court official and the emperor's teacher, and he could not let anyone know that her family member was Song Xieqing.
Oh, although Song Xieqing didn't consider her as a family member.
Thinking about it this way, she was indeed alone in the Ying Dynasty a hundred years ago.
Anyway, no matter what, Zhu Hao refused to write and insisted that there was no one at home.
The prison was cramped, with only a small window letting in light. At this moment, dusk was gradually deepening, swallowing up the last ray of daylight. The jailer lit a few scattered oil lamps, but since they were used in the prison, they choked Zhu Hao to tears after only a few moments of lighting.
She curled up in the corner, secretly mocking herself for being impulsive again today, but if she could go back, she would still throw a punch.
The cell door creaked open, and the jailer brought in a bowl of miserable-looking food and left.
Zhu Hao's stomach had been growling for a long time, and seeing this, he immediately staggered forward.
When I looked closer, I saw that she was retching violently.
The food was rotten and smelled bad, and there were a few green-headed flies perched on the pickles covering it.
As time went on, the oil lamp choked her tears, making them roll even faster. Zhu Hao retreated to the wall, curled up into a ball, and forced herself to fall asleep.
Half asleep and half awake, the prison door was pushed open again, and the firelight illuminated the dungeon. Before she looked up, a cloak wrapped in body temperature fell on her body. As soon as she raised her eyes, she met Song Xieqing's cold face.
The people who rushed in with him retreated one by one, and the light in the cell gradually dimmed.
Zhu Hao knelt down and hugged herself tighter. She suppressed the sob in her throat and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you again."
"If you can't read, you can ask someone in prison to write for you."
"I can read and write."
"Why not write?"
"I don't want to cause you any trouble..."
"If you don't write, you'll only cause more trouble."
After he finished discussing the matter with Mei Lianjun, it was already dusk. Chenghua wrote down in a letter how she had threatened "Yu Shu". He had always wanted to find an opportunity to ask Zhu Hao about the details of what happened that day, but now he didn't have to do that. However, for some reason, he felt uneasy in his heart. Just as he was about to find her, the shadow guard who was guarding Zhu Hao saw that Song Xieqing was finally free, and hurried forward to report to her about the "shocking event" of the day.
He was already quite angry, so why was he wandering around without permission? He was in an unfamiliar place, what if he got lost? Why was he fighting alone? The other person was a man, what if he was defeated? She wanted to go out, why didn't she wait until he was free? She wanted to beat someone up, why didn't she tell him first? How could she, a girl, not know the dangers involved?
But when he rushed to the prison without stopping, he saw her curled up in a small ball in the corner with a bowl of rotten rice on the ground. Her eyes turned red when she saw him. She was obviously aggrieved, but she was forcing herself not to show weakness. The anger that Song Xieqing had before he came inexplicably dissipated.
Instead, there was inexplicable heartache.
Perhaps he had completely believed this big liar who was talking nonsense without realizing it. Otherwise, he would not have been thinking about looking for Zhu to find out the details of her relationship with Chenghua to assassinate Jiang Zhi.
He had already accepted her identity.
He was indeed very ill.
Zhu Hao's fingers holding the cloak trembled slightly. The more she tried to hold back her tears, the more uncontrollable they became. She just kept falling. She buried her face even lower, not wanting him to see them.
Song Xieqing half-knelt in front of her. He raised his hand, and his slender fingers stroked her tangled hair. Song Xieqing's heart was filled with confusion again and again. He believed her, so, a hundred years later, as her husband, had he treated her well?
"Pianpian." He called softly, caressing the top of her head with his palm, "Don't be afraid, Pianpian."
"What am I afraid of? I'm not afraid." She suddenly raised her face, her red eyes moistened, and pointed at the oil lamp outside the cell. "It's making my eyes sore and choking, and it's making me cry."
Through her tearful eyes, she saw his lips curved and he extended a hand toward her, "Go home and have dinner."
Song Xieqing helped her up, his eyes suddenly fixed on the red mark on her neck. He frowned and asked, "Did he really hurt you?"
"I didn't teach him a lesson either." Zhu Hao said proudly, "I beat him until his face was swollen and bruised, and he saw stars and his nose was bleeding!"
He wanted to check her injuries, but his raised hand hesitated mid-air. Zhu Hao saw his hesitation and leaned closer. Song Xieqing placed the back of his hand against her smooth neck, and with his ears flushed, he stroked the side of her neck, "Who were you that hit first?"
These words inexplicably touched upon her grievances, and tears began to fall. "I don't hit anyone I see! I just can't stand him scolding you!"
That damn guy is still pretending to be a scholar in the future and making up a book called Huaixianlu.
"I'm not blaming you. Don't do this to me again." The cell was silent for a moment, and Song Xieqing said in a low voice, "Thank you."
He looked at her and asked gently, "Are you still hurt?"
In fact, she was not seriously injured. The man seemed to be very powerful, but he restrained his strength every time he landed on her.
Her moves were ruthless, and every punch hit the flesh without mercy.
Zhu Hao lowered her head, squinted her brows, and when she raised her head, her tearful eyes stared at Song Xieqing. She gently tugged at his sleeve, "Song Xieqing, my legs hurt."
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Xiangyu paced outside, her mind filled with doubts. Why did the young master insist on being alone with that woman? Why had he been so anxious just now? Could he escape from the prison?
He was getting anxious waiting and was about to take people back to take a look, but he saw Song Xieqing holding a woman wrapped in a black cloak in his arms, holding her tightly with his arms. Xiang Yu was shocked to see that his own young master, who had always been cold-hearted, actually carried the woman into the carriage himself.
The carriage was just driven here. Xiangyu originally thought that his young master was going to ride with this girl, but he saw the curtain of the carriage lifted and Song Xieqing jumped out.
"Drive slowly, she's asleep, don't wake her up."
Xiangyu opened his mouth. He had never seen Shaojun so gentle before. He hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking, "Shaojun... is Shaojun's courtesy name really Xieqing?"
"Um."
"Then she..." Xiangyu suddenly didn't dare to ask any further, "She really is..." Song Xieqing did not answer and rode away.
But a moment later, he rode back and asked, "Why did you place him in the side yard?"
No wonder she was so angry that she was dizzy and took the wrong path. Although he sent people to watch her, he never asked about her residence. Song Xieqing pondered and said, "When we return home, I will place her in the bamboo residence."
Xiangyu's face was full of horror. Zhuju was only separated from Shaojun's residence by a wall.
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Song Xieqing accompanied the carriage back to the Song Mansion, personally carried the person into the bamboo house, and then returned to his own room.
The palace reported that Jiang Zhi had used Haicuo and showed no signs of allergy.
Jiang Lin had only told him the funny story of Jiang Zhi getting a rash after eating shrimp as a form of entertainment in the past. Since she mentioned it and it wasn't a serious matter, there was no need for her to lie.
Foods that were once avoided by people with allergies are now enjoyed safely?
This matter is strange, and you must know Zhao Mei Lianjun.
While he was thinking, Jiang Lin's homework was also delivered from the palace. He was not only Jiang Zhi's teacher, but also sent him to give lectures to Jiang Lin from time to time because Jiang Zhi was annoying. Therefore, it was not surprising that he received Jiang Lin's homework.
Song Xieqing first read the article. The arguments were brilliant and the analysis was mature, which was rare for Jiang Lin's age. Therefore, he did not make any further comments and just put the paper on the candle to dry it.
Soon, a few lines of tiny handwriting gradually appeared in the blank space.
It is said that today Jiang Zhi sent people to search Fengzhu Palace. Fortunately, Princess Wanyi had been prepared and entered the palace to visit at the right time. The palace people who were searching did not dare to be too presumptuous due to the princess's majesty. They just skipped the secret passage and ended the search hastily. After Jiang Zhi's people left, Jiang Lin immediately ordered people to destroy the secret passage. The passage to the Princess's Mansion was also among the damaged ones. The purpose of sending this message is to remind Song Xiqing to prevent any loopholes and be on guard against them.
She always felt that Jiang Zhi's temper was becoming more violent and unpredictable recently. He lived deep in the inner palace and was rarely seen. His morning court sessions were also more frequent than before.
Although Jiang Lin didn't reveal the location of the secret passage, he did mention its origin at the end of the letter. Fengzhu Palace was originally the boudoir of Princess Wanyi, and the secret passage was used to sneak out of the palace to visit Jiang Lin's mother...
How could the girls back then have imagined that a small secret passage would one day save the younger generation from danger.
Since the letter was in his hands, Jiang Zhi must have seen it before his eyes long ago. There was no need to put on a show, so Song Xieqing simply burned the letter and left the house.
I have been very busy recently, and with Mei Lianjun's visit today, there are a mountain of important matters to be dealt with. I don't think I will be able to rest until the second half of the night.
When he returned home on the moonlit night, it was already three quarters past midnight.
A girl wrapped in a cloak stood in the courtyard. The wind was clear and the moon was bright, and she was also pure and white, like flying catkins on willows or dew on petals.
When Song Xieqing was thinking about carrying her out of the prison, she was clearly as ferocious as a hedgehog with its fur standing on end. But when he held her in his arms and snuggled with her, she was so soft that it gave him an inexplicable sense of subtlety.
When Zhu Hao saw him coming, she lifted her skirt and walked quickly to meet him.
"Awake?" He paused, chuckled, and said, "Your legs don't hurt anymore?"
Zhu Hao answered smoothly: "If I say it still hurts, wouldn't I have to trouble you to carry me for a while longer?"
He neither agreed nor refused. The two looked at each other and then looked away, with indescribable tenderness in their eyes.
When Zhu Hao woke up, she found that there was a plaster on the red mark on her neck. She didn't rush to take a shower, but instead had a feast.
When they reached the threshold, she was still following closely. Song Xieqing stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhu Hao took out the porcelain bottle he had obtained from the little boy that morning from his sleeve and said, "I stabbed you in the hall. Are you... okay?"
Although several days had passed, she had really not held back that day.
"Okay." He answered briefly.
"Song Xieqing, let me see." As she spoke, her fingertips hooked on his collar. Song Xieqing was quick to grab her wrist and said, "It's the middle of the night, we're alone, and you...you're taking off my clothes?"
"Who wants to take your clothes off? I want to examine your injuries. Besides... is there anything on your body that I haven't examined? Not only that, we also..."
"Stop." The porcelain bottle in his hand was suddenly snatched away. Song Xieqing was thankful that there was only a single lamp in the courtyard, which was not enough to illuminate the redness on his face. "I will apply the medicine myself."
But she had obviously come here for more than just this one matter. Zhu Hao blinked and asked tentatively, "Can you get Li Mizhang out of jail first?"
"No." He said in a cold and firm tone.
Zhu Hao explained, "Although he slandered you... he still has an elderly woman at home who has no one to take care of her... Besides, I was the one who started it... Besides, he still has some use for me."
"What's the use?" Was he worried about this person's empty talk about him? Song Xieqing's eyes darkened, and he said lightly: "What does his family's nanny have to do with you?"
"Why, do you still want to fight him? To decide the outcome?" His tone grew increasingly aggressive, leaving behind none of the stern dignity he possessed in the courtroom. He was always impatient with anything involving her, but now, seeing the slight downward curve of her brows and lips, he somehow softened his tone. "At dawn, I'll order Xiangyu to go with you."
Seeing his success, Zhu Hao smiled and turned to leave, "Song Xieqing, go to bed early."
When they reached the courtyard gate, Song Xieqing called her and explained with difficulty: "Most of the women in the side courtyard were sent by His Majesty and the clan. In fact, they intend to spy on the Song Mansion. I have nothing to do with them..."
"Okay." Zhu Hao smiled, the night breeze ruffling her loose black hair. Just as she stepped over the threshold, she trotted back, holding up the hem of her skirt. "By the way, Song Xieqing, how's Sister Chenghua?"
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