Chapter 103 Was this the one you bit last time?
"Guard Qi, come here and pay."
"Guard Qi, come here, there's also this."
"Guard Qi, hurry up! Is your leg broken? You can't even walk this short distance?"
...
On the street, Song Jin strolled along, stopping frequently to browse every shop. If she saw something she liked, whether it was food, toys, or even useless trinkets, she bought it all and handed it over to the newly appointed guard, Qi.
His name was simply Aqi, he had no surname, he was a homeless orphan who had learned martial arts, and was later rescued by her and taken in as her bodyguard.
Having been saved by Song Jin, he had no choice but to obediently accept his master's arrogance, no matter how spoiled he was.
Qi Zheng walked behind her, carrying a bunch of bags and packages, watching her back with a blank expression, waiting to see how much further she could push her luck.
Song Jin pretended not to feel the needle-like gazes behind her and walked leisurely, then suddenly quickened her pace.
!!
Behind them, Xiaohua and Ningning held hands, the rope around their waists dangling loosely in mid-air. Seeing Song Jin quicken her pace at the other end of the rope, they immediately started jogging to close the distance before the rope tightened and pulled them down, avoiding the tragic possibility of being dragged to the ground.
Having escaped unscathed, the two breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiaohua wiped her sweat and muttered, "I should have stayed home."
She's never been this dog in her entire life.
Ningning, all cute and cuddly: "Fun!"
Xiao Hua pouted: "You silly little fool who'll follow whoever feeds him."
...
As they were talking, Song Jin stopped, looking at a stall of bamboo woven products displayed by the roadside. She casually picked up a delicately dyed wooden basket, hung it on her arm, and was about to ask about the price.
Suddenly, a series of exclamations came from behind me. I turned around and saw...
A boy of about seven or eight years old suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling the large horse beside them. Seeing the horse about to lose control and bolt, Song Jin instinctively rushed over, kicked the culprit—the brat—and was about to grab the horse's lasso.
Qi Zheng acted first, mounting his horse and gripping the reins to control it. He looked down at her, his lips barely moving: "Miss, are you alright?"
At the same time, three screams rang out.
"Bang"
"Smack!"
"Ouch"
Song Jin scoffed at Qi Zheng, then turned to look at Xiao Hua and Ning Ning, who had fallen to the ground. Meeting their resentful gazes, she said matter-of-factly, "Why did you fall again? You two are so big, and you can't even walk steadily. When I was your age, I could climb 50-meter trees."
Before the two could answer, a resolute voice came from the side.
"boast"
Song Jin looked over and saw it was the unlucky brat she had kicked away earlier. He looked about seven or eight years old, and his clothes suggested he was a young master from a well-off family, but he was filthy, clearly having not washed for days.
He was clutching his stomach, grimacing, as he crawled out from the ground. His face was dirty and covered in scratches; he looked like he'd been seriously injured, but at least he'd survived.
How dare you talk back to your savior?
Song Jin raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, grabbed his ear, and chuckled, "Bragging? You're such a fool, you've got a lot of luck with you. And you have such a big mouth. Can't you even say thank you?"
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
The mischievous child waved his hands a few times, trying to grab Song Jin's hand. Xiao Hua and Ning Ning patted their bottoms and got up. One of them held down one hand, one pried it off, and the other tried to bite it.
The naughty child kept crying out, "Ouch, ouch, ouch! I was wrong, I was wrong! Thank you, thank you! Let me go..."
Song Jin shoved them aside, patted Xiao Hua and Ning Ning's heads, and praised, "At least you guys still have some conscience."
As she spoke, she grabbed the two men by the neck, went back to the bamboo weaving stall across the street, picked up the two largest baskets, shoved them inside, and without giving them a chance to prepare, lifted them up by the sides.
"oops"
Xiaohua and Ningning instinctively grabbed Song Jin's neck and arms, swaying her from side to side in the basket, afraid of falling off.
Song Jin smirked, quickly putting down the basket she had half-lifted. Looking at their panicked expressions, she flicked their foreheads and said, "Coward."
After several attempts, Xiaohua had lost her temper.
Although Ningning is cunning on the inside, she's a softie on the outside, only able to call out "sister" in a childish voice.
It's so much fun!
Song Jin picked up the two children, shook the large bamboo basket, lifted it and handed it to the side, tilting her chin up: "Here, take it, am I considerate?"
Qi Zheng stood there silently, staring at her expressionlessly, his dark eyes filled with reproach.
She had bought too much stuff, and he spilled it all over the place, spreading it haphazardly on the ground. With so many people on the street, he had to quickly pick it up and put it away. Now, he was holding it in his arms, looking utterly disheveled.
Song Jin felt slightly guilty, touched her nose, and bent her hand slightly as she carried the basket on her back. She walked over and put the things she had bought into the basket one by one, muttering to herself as she did so.
"Don't be so stingy, you big man. Besides, it's not all mine. Look, isn't some of it yours too?"
Qi Zheng looked down at the porcelain doll in her hand, expressionlessly took it, placed it in the basket, lifted it with one hand, and easily slung it over his back, instantly making him seem more down-to-earth.
Song Jin couldn't help but tease, "Hey, if you wore a pair of straw sandals, you could walk on the ground perfectly."
Qi Zheng didn't speak. He glanced at the roadside stall, squatted down, picked up a straw hat from it, and unexpectedly pressed it onto her head, pinning her scalp down.
Song Jin patted his hand, glared at him, took off his hat, and stood on tiptoe to press it back onto his head.
He kept his head down, the wide brim of his straw hat obscuring the upper half of his face, highlighting the sharp, hard lines of his jaw. This gave him a somewhat shrewd, unassuming air, like a chivalrous knight in shining armor.
Song Jin placed her hand on his head, looking at his chin so close to her face, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
Qi Zheng had been away from home for many years, so his skin was actually a bit rough. But he was a typical example of bone structure beauty, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. His features were bold and handsome, and his profile was thin and strong. You could feel the hardness of the bones under his skin just by touching it. The roughness made him look even more masculine.
Song Jin touched it, then followed the movement from his cheek to his shoulder. His arm was strong, and even through his clothes, it exuded explosive power.
She remembered that day in prison when she bit someone's shoulder. Thinking of the bloody taste in her mouth, she licked her lips, then placed her hand on the spot where she had bitten someone last time, wondering, "Was this where I bit you last time?"
Qi Zheng tensed, his expression gradually darkening, and warned in a low voice: "Song Jin..."
Song Jin scoffed, reluctantly removing her hand. The next second, she pulled back her hat brim and fussed over it again, then jumped away, dodging Qi Zheng's outstretched hand, and made a face.
"Is that enough, boss?"
She took out a small piece of silver and tossed it to the shopkeeper to pay the bill. Turning her head, she stroked her chin and looked at Xiaohua and Ningning.
While she was talking to Qi Zheng, the brat from before ran over again and was pinned to the ground and beaten by Xiao Hua and Ning Ning, unable to fight back at all.
I wonder which family's young master ran away from.
But it has nothing to do with her.
Song Jin went over to Xiao Hua and Ning Ning, patted their clothes, and said earnestly, "Let's go, stop fighting. Ning Ning, don't bite with your mouth, isn't that dirty? And you, Xiao Hua, you don't know your own strength. If you hurt someone, are you going to pay for their medical treatment?"
The two little girls outwardly became obedient, but secretly glared fiercely at the brat.
The kid was certainly mischievous, but he didn't cry. Instead, he stood up, clutching his arm covered in teeth marks, and grimaced, "Ouch, ouch, my arm's broken! You have to pay me back!"
Song Jin kicked him lightly, sending him sprawling on the butt, then stepped on his chest and smiled slightly: "I just saved your life, so how do you want to settle the bill?"
The mischievous child's eyes lit up: "I have no money, but I should repay your life with my body. How about this, I'll follow you and help you with your work."
Song Jin: "You think I have to provide you with food and lodging? Do I look like a sucker? You better behave yourself. You've run away from home, go wherever you want, but don't follow me."
The mischievous child grabbed her leg and pleaded anxiously, "I want to go to Liangcheng! Sister, please take me to Liangcheng! You seem like such a kind and benevolent person, please take me!"
Song Jin pointed to herself, astonished: "Me? A good person? Oh no, did I kick this brat's head and break it?"
Qi Zheng's lips twitched; he didn't know how to answer.
So, they have a pretty clear understanding of themselves.
The brat clung tightly to her leg, refusing to let go, and started faking it again: "Ouch, ouch, my head hurts, it really feels like it's broken, am I going to die? Murder means going to jail! Dad, Mom, Yunyun, I'm going to die, I'll never see you again!"
Song Jin's head ached from the wailing: "Stop, stop, stop this wailing. Calling for your parents is one thing, but who is Yunyun? Is she dating at such a young age?"
The mischievous child immediately fell silent: "That's my big dog, it's so majestic!"
Song Jin: "Really? The dog is kept in Liangcheng?"
The mischievous child deflated: "He's dead."
Song Jin: "What about your parents?"
The mischievous child looked dejected: "It's gone too."
Song Jin: "You ran out?"
The child's voice trembled with tears: "Someone's arresting me! I'm going back to avenge my parents! I know who the killer is!"
Song Jin's voice softened: "What a pitiful child."
The mischievous child sniffed, looked up at Song Jin, and asked with red eyes, "So, sister, please take me back to Liang City?"
"good"
Seeing his pitiful state, Song Jin's expression softened. As he wiped his tears, she bent down slightly, reached out and patted his head, then grabbed Xiao Hua and Ning Ning, and ran off.
"Bullshit!"
Does she look like a sucker? So easily fooled?
She already has one Xiaohua, then another Ningning, and now she wants another one? Does she really think she runs a kindergarten?
Song Jin carried the two children and ran very fast, quickly circling several streets. She stopped and looked behind her; it was empty. Without that little troublemaker, she put Xiao Hua and Ning Ning down, took a deep breath, and wiped her sweat.
"Oh my god, I'm not shopping anymore!"
Xiao Hua scoffed: "Cowardly! What's there to be afraid of in a little kid like you?"
Song Jin retorted irritably, "A little kid? What are you, who's not even half his age? A tiny little kid?"
If her mother knew about today's incident, she would criticize her again.
She pointed at the two boys: "Don't tell anyone about this when you get back, understand?"
The two kids: "Okay."
Relieved, Song Jin wasn't worried about Qi Zheng, who hadn't followed. She led the two of them on a detour back to Linglong Pavilion, making sure to buy some treats along the way to appease him.
Ever since she bought the gold dress yesterday, her mother has been ignoring her.
Sigh, Mom, really. Her daughter is doing something great right now, she can be proud of herself, why think so much?
They are not the same people they used to be. They should be bold and seize this opportunity. If they are timid and hesitant now, they will only regret it when they are brought back to their original state.
Song Jin shook her head and strolled back. As she walked, she stopped, glanced at the other corner, then looked at the two children tied up with ropes. After thinking for a moment, she sighed softly and murmured, "Oh well, a little more time won't make a difference."
As she spoke, she took two steps forward, picked up the two little ones, and strode ahead.
"This is so annoying, so slow! Hurry up!"
Ningning, the little flower hanging in mid-air: ...
So tiring! Going out with the princess is more tiring than being a wanderer.
Song Jin carried the two people out of the dilapidated alley and into the bustling crowd outside. The figures behind them disappeared into the crowd, their faces obscured.
She didn't mind, letting someone lead her, and yawned as she walked towards Linglong Pavilion.
Guangning Prefecture's main economy relies on the Grand Canal, with a constant flow of people daily. It's a noisy and diverse place, but being a prefectural capital, things aren't too chaotic. However, if you venture outside the city towards the ferry crossing, you'll have to be very careful.
Song Jin was completely unafraid
If she were alone with Niu Tielan, she would naturally try to keep a low profile, with safety being the top priority. But now that Qi Zheng and Qu Maoze are also present, she'd have to be a turtle to be able to keep a low profile as she pleases.
Both of them had deep-rooted connections and were reasonably reliable, so she didn't need to worry about Niu Tielan's safety; there was nothing else to worry about.
Thinking about leaving tomorrow, Song Jin's good mood gradually rose again, and even her face flushed. Her phoenix eyes were long and narrow, shimmering with light, like will-o'-the-wisps in an abyss, ready to explode at any moment.
She returned to Linglong Pavilion, still looking excited. She had intended to go upstairs to find someone, but upon entering, she saw a somewhat familiar, dirty, unruly child.
He sat next to his beautiful mother, wolfing down his food; food scraps were flying everywhere from a distance.
The scene was like a stink bug suddenly appearing beside a beautiful orchid, its dirty wings gleaming.
Song Jin felt a wave of dizziness. She glared at Qi Zheng, who was also at the table, her ghostly fire turning into rage, and she gritted her teeth.
This person did it on purpose, didn't they?
A man who's so stingy will never find a wife.
hateful
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