Everyone looked up and saw the woman in red, with a bright and elegant appearance.
She looked down at Miss Lian and asked, "Do you know who this young man is?"
Miss Lian was publicly contradicted, and for a moment she was both angry and ashamed. She didn't care who the woman was and directly retorted, "You are dressed so poorly, I think you are just a country bumpkin."
He looked at her suspiciously: "Why, do you know her?"
As they were moving today, Song Yu wore his usual short shirt for the sake of convenience. He had a tall figure and a stern look. Although he was not too shabby, he certainly did not look like a pampered young man in the city.
The woman shook her head and looked at Song Yu: "This young master is none other than Song Yu, the eldest son of the second branch of the Song family."
"Young Master Song is kind-hearted. Considering the Jiang family's upbringing, he not only didn't blame Miss Jiang for using his status to enjoy the blessings for more than ten years, but also gave her gifts in return and protected her in many ways. The relationship between the two of them is innocent."
Everyone in the hall was in an uproar.
“At the same time, Mr. Song is also my Shen Piaopiao’s savior.”
The woman looked at the stunned Miss Lian and said, "Miss Lian, I know you mean no harm, but it's better to understand clearly before you speak."
Miss Lian's face flushed instantly. Shen Piaopiao stopped looking at her, went downstairs, and walked in front of Song Yu.
She pursed her lips and smiled, her face was extremely beautiful: "Mr. Song, how are you?"
Song Yu looked at Miss Lian expressionlessly, making her avoid his gaze, not daring to look directly at him. Then he turned to Chen Piaopiao and nodded, "Thank you Miss Chen for helping me out today. I am very grateful and will visit you another day. Now please allow me to take Yue'er away first."
After saying that, he nodded and took Xihe to the shop.
Xihe was stunned, and looked back as he walked: "Just, are you leaving like this? Don't you guys say anything more? Miss Shen has helped so much, why don't we invite her for a cup of tea?"
Song Yu walked forward with a serious face and said nothing, then turned into the alley.
He let go of her hand and turned to look at her.
Xihe blinked and stumbled: "What, what happened?"
Song Yu said in a deep voice: "You don't need to endure this kind of thing in the future. Just respond when necessary. I will take responsibility for any problems. And..."
He raised his hand and tentatively touched her hair: "I know you don't want to rely on the Song family. It doesn't matter. I will work hard to pass the imperial examination as soon as possible and become a support for you... and Grandpa."
Xihe stared at Song Yu blankly, and was surprised to find that his ears were crimson.
She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and turned her face away: "Yeah."
When they returned to the courtyard, Old Master Jiang had already returned. He was wandering around the yard, touching and looking at things here and there, his eyes full of admiration. Seeing that they came back empty-handed, he looked puzzled: "Didn't you go shopping? Didn't you buy anything?"
Song Yu said calmly, "Well, I'll go tomorrow."
Xihe looked at him, brushed her hair by her ear, said something and went back to the house.
Old Master Jiang looked at her from behind, rubbing his chin, as if thinking about something. "Speaking of which, this girl is quite pretty. Aunt Liu next door has a grandson who I heard is a good person and even passed the imperial examination. What do you think about introducing this damn girl to him?"
Song Yu: "...Grandpa, Yue'er is still young."
Old Master Jiang immediately glared: "What do you mean by young? In two years she will be an old maid. Who will want her then? No, I'll go ask around."
With his hands behind his back, he slipped out the door again.
The person who was happiest about the move was Mr. Jiang. Teahouses and theaters were his favorites.
He gets up early every day, goes out for a stroll and comes back with breakfast. After lunch in the afternoon, he goes out for a stroll again, as if he has returned to the time when the Jiang family had not yet been defeated.
Song Yu was completely busy, but he would come over whenever he had time.
The Song family also knew that Xihe and Old Man Jiang had moved to the city. They had sent some things over and asked Xihe to come over and have a chat. However, after being rejected several times, they stopped asking about it.
Time flies and it is March.
A temple fair was held outside the city that day and many people went to participate. Xihe and Old Man Jiang said goodbye and went out.
It was a very good day, with gurgling water by the stream, a gentle breeze blowing in the forest, and the fragrance of flowers. At the temple fair, men and women, young and old, were all laughing and talking, and various small stalls were set up on the roadside.
Xihe said to Madam Xu, "Aunt Xu, you go shopping. I'll go over there and take a look."
Madam Xu was so shocked that her eyes widened. Before she could say anything, Xihe's figure disappeared in the crowd. The crowd was bustling, and she was so anxious that she stamped her feet and hurriedly chased after him.
On this side, Xihe turned left and right and turned into a secluded path.
The dog rested its chin on its front paws, its shiny black tail wagging idly. "You want to go to the Spring Terrace?"
Xihe walked quickly: "Yeah."
Gouzi rolled over and yawned loudly. "In the spring of the thirteenth year, the Crown Prince was assassinated on the Spring Terrace. The court officials were shocked and petitioned His Majesty to conduct a thorough investigation. However, the Emperor hastily closed the case and appointed the five-year-old Eighth Prince as Crown Prince... Um, you want to save him?"
The sound of drums and music came faintly from behind the dense woods, and Xihe stopped.
She looked around and said, "It would be too troublesome to overthrow the imperial order. Since the crown prince is already there, why not save him? With a qualified master, it will be easier for Song Yu to do things."
Anyway, no matter what, the person on the throne cannot take it.
It was already past winter, the trees in the woods had sprouted new buds, and weeds had grown on the ground. Xihe went into the dense forest, pushed aside the grass, and found that the Spring Terrace had become a mess.
The ministers screamed in panic, and the guards searched for the assassin. The stage was covered in blood, and the emperor was long gone.
Xihe: “…”
I'm still late.
Seeing that the guards were about to search him, Xihe quickly slipped away.
The temple fair was held outside the city, not far from the Spring Terrace where the emperor offered sacrifices to heaven, and not far from the two was the Xiangguo Temple.
Xihe went straight to Xiangguo Temple without saying a word.
As expected, when she arrived, Xiangguo Temple was already heavily guarded.
The thousand-year-old temple was silent at this time. The guards were patrolling back and forth. Xihe walked around and finally had no choice but to wait until dark before sneaking in.
Crunch——
The silent wooden door was opened.
A pair of embroidered shoes stepped in. The room was filled with candles and several waiters had fallen into a coma.
Xihe walked to the bedside and looked down. There was a man lying silently on the bed. He had handsome eyebrows and elegant appearance, but his pale face was bloodless.
She frowned, reached out and touched his wrist, and suddenly raised her eyebrows: "Hmm?"
At this moment, a fist gust of wind came from behind. Xihe quickly dodged without thinking and kicked back.
Bang,
The slender embroidered shoes slammed heavily onto the chair with tremendous force.
With a loud crash, the tables and chairs broke instantly.
Xihe's face became serious, and she quickly stepped forward, raising her foot to step down, when suddenly a familiar voice of "wait" made her stunned.
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