Chapter 57 Rumors Spread
In his heart, Li Yao was gentle, kind, well-educated, and well-mannered. He had finally found her and only a lady like her could be worthy of a scholar like him. However, he realized that Li Yao was cruel and scheming.
Looking at Li Yao again, he felt that Li Yao was just so-so. No different from those village women who schemed all day long. He had misjudged her.
"I still like the old you. So gentle, so kind... How did you become like this?"
Li Yao: "I haven't changed. My husband, I really haven't changed, please believe me. I will never do these things again. We still have Rouxi and Han'er..."
She was crying with tears all over her face, and she was holding on to the corner of Boss Song's clothes and refused to let go.
Speaking of Song Han, Boss Song's eyes softened for a moment.
That was his only son and the pride of his heart.
He is a handsome man and a good student. He is even more talented in studying than when he was young.
Thinking of this, his heart softened. Just as he was about to reach out to help, their hands were about to touch, but he suddenly thought of the sunset, and his hand in the air stopped for a moment.
Now, seeing Li Yao, he remembered her scheme, and that Wanxia was the one she had sent. A nauseous feeling welled up in his heart, making it difficult for him to swallow or spit out the food. He felt uncomfortable holding it in.
Seeing his expression, Li Yao's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he felt half angry and half with an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"It's almost the end of the year, and Han'er will be back soon... Now that this matter has passed, let's not talk about it again."
Li Yao smiled when he heard that, and was about to stand up to pull Boss Song, but before he could be happy, he saw Boss Song stand up, walk a few steps to the door, and push it open.
"Where are you going?" she demanded in a shrill voice.
"I'm going to the study to rest for the night. You should have a good rest."
Having said that, before she could react, the bedroom door of the main house was slammed shut.
Li Yao looked at the tightly closed door and almost lost his balance and passed out.
Everything she had worked so hard for changed in one day. How could this happen? How could this happen...
Everything shouldn't be like this.
The next day.
Inside the Song Dynasty porcelain house, a small red clay stove on the table was boiling water. There were two or three kinds of pastries next to it. The number was not large, but each one was exceptionally exquisite and delicious.
Ever since the Li Yao incident, the eldest wife and Old Lady Song haven't shown up for a few days, but the food and pastries on the third wife's table are getting better day by day.
Song Ci held the book in his hand and looked up at Tian'er: "Have you done what I asked you to do?"
Tian'er's round eyes were cunning, "Don't worry, miss, I've already asked someone to spread the word."
Song Ci narrowed her eyes and said, "Then we'll just wait for the show to begin."
Boss Song, Song Liang, had just arrived at the office early this morning when he felt things were very different from usual. The officials who had been so kind and friendly to him in the past were now avoiding him like the plague.
For example, today, he had a matter on his hands, which was both big and small. He had forgotten about the memorial that he should have submitted a few days ago and submitted it a few days late.
This memorial is not urgent, nor does it need to be used. Just fill it in.
But he had looked for the official in charge of this matter several times today, but the other party avoided him for various reasons.
The first time was when he had a stomachache in the morning and needed to go to the toilet. The second time was when he was going to run some errands. When Boss Song finally waited for the man to come back, he went to meet him again. The man said, "Master Song, I have something else to do at home. I have to go back first."
Boss Song was completely baffled, so he simply stopped the man and asked, "Master Zhao, what's going on with you today? I knew I should have submitted this memorial a few days ago, but I simply forgot. Could you please do me a favor and..."
Lord Zhao smiled and said, "Lord Song, this matter is not urgent."
Seeing his various arguments, Boss Song still had something to understand. The other party was unwilling to help him, or was distancing themselves from him. Thinking back to when he first arrived, he spent a lot of money on socializing and dining with these people to build closer relationships.
Now this person is unwilling to help me with such a small matter.
He felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. If he were to talk about what had happened recently, it would only be the sunset...
But he hid it very well and even sent someone to deliver gifts to the county magistrate's house afterwards. The matter should have been covered up.
But other than that, he couldn't figure out what else could have happened that could have made these people suddenly become distant from him.
His face darkened. "Master Zhao, I, Song Liang, consider myself your good friend. A few days ago, you even called me Brother Song. How could you be so...heartless today?"
Lord Zhao looked at him suspiciously, and after confirming that he really didn't know, he asked, "Lord Song, you really don't know?"
Boss Song: "Brother Zhao, why don't you just speak frankly?"
Lord Zhao sighed, "Brother Song, if you're not in a hurry to go back, why not go sit in the teahouse? Maybe you'll understand why. Don't blame me... In the officialdom, although everyone has dirty hands, this matter can't be made public, right?"
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, swung his sleeves and left.
After leaving the office, Boss Song went to the teahouse.
The teahouse was just beginning to bustle with activity. A group of people sat on chairs, each holding a teacup. In the center sat a circle, and on the inner chair sat a middle-aged man dressed in black.
The middle-aged man picked up the gavel and stroked his beard. "Today, I want to tell you all about a strange incident that happened in Beijing recently."
"What strange thing can I say? There are all kinds of strange things in the world. A dignified official in the capital, but he has unusual tastes. He doesn't like good people or pretty girls, but he just takes people's wives into his house."
After that, there was another loud bang of the gavel.
It was the first time that Boss Song listened to a storyteller and he frowned. It was a little noisy, but it was still quite new to him. Not to mention, the story even rhymed.
But what does this have to do with me?
There were both men and women stopping in the teahouse, but the majority were men. Everyone loves gossip, let alone the private affairs of officials' families. After hearing this, everyone became excited.
Shouting for the storyteller to continue.
The storyteller curled his lips and smiled, whetting everyone's appetite and giving an introduction, just to make everyone interested.
He asked for a reward again.
Not to mention, today's gimmick is big, many people like to listen, and the reward money is quite a lot.
Boss Song was wearing silk and satin, and he stood out in the crowd. In order to show his status, he took out some small change and threw it up.
After earning enough tips, the storyteller finally started to tell his story.
He is really talented. With just a few words, he can make people feel as if they are watching it live. He even describes everyone's demeanor, expression and movements accurately.
When someone mentioned that the old lady slapped her daughter-in-law, they laughed: "She's the mother of a high-ranking official, but she's no different from the old ladies in our village. So rude!"
It also talked about a man accusing someone else of stealing his wife, and some people became very excited and put themselves in his shoes.
"If I were this man, this family would have no chance of survival. And that bitch, don't even think about escaping."
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