Chapter III

Like falling into an ice cave.

The coldness rose from the tiptoes, and Song Lingzhi's eyes were shocked, as if he had seen a ghost.

…… How could it be.

She staggered under her feet, and couldn't figure out how Shen Yan could appear in her father's courtyard, or was welcomed back by her father as a life-saving benefactor.

His hands and feet were as cold as ice, and the elephant trunk three-legged gilt enamel copper basin in the room was lit with gold charcoal, which was warm and smoky, but Song Lingzhi couldn't notice it at all, only felt cold through his heart.

Two or three steps back, I suddenly heard an exclamation behind me, but it was the little girl holding the tea tray who accidentally bumped into Song Lingzhi, and the hot tea spilled on the ground, and the feather satin on Song Lingzhi's body was also a little stained with the gown.

The debris fell to the ground, but fortunately it didn't hurt her for half a point.

The little maid was so anxious that she cried and knelt down and begged for mercy.

Just as Qiu Yan and Bai Zhi arrived, Song Hanyuan waved his hand: "Quickly help the girl down, so that she can change her clothes." In this weather, if it is infected with wind and cold, the old lady does not know how to talk about it. ”

After the words fell, he turned to look at Shen Yan again. Song Hanyuan bowed his hand: "Let the son smile, this is the little girl in the family, and I have been spoiled by me in the past." ”

The silk screen stands, and the residue on the ground has long been swept away by the maid.

Shen Yan put his hands behind his back, his dark flowers and clouds were cold and noble, and his left hand was still injured, wrapped in layers of gauze.

Shen Yan's eyes were indifferent, his thin eyelids lifted, and he glanced gently and slowly in the direction of Song Lingzhi's departure.

Thoughtfully.

……

The music in the warm pavilion was noisy, and the old lady Song sat on the chaise longue covered with scarlet poppies, holding Song Lingzhi in one hand, while listening to the reply of Donghai who knelt down.

Hearing that Song Hanyuan was in distress on the way home, the mountain bandit was fierce and vicious, and the master and servant mother-in-law in the house gasped together.

Dong Hai has always served in front of Song Hanyuan, naturally clever, he smiled all over his face: "Fortunately, our master is a blessed one, and he didn't let the mountain bandit succeed." ”

Mrs. Song covered her heart, recited several words of "Amitabha Buddha" in a stack, and called someone to open the Buddha hall, light Tibetan incense and spread red felt, and she would go to kneel and worship later.

Old Madam Song: "Then Gongzi Yan's residence has been arranged?" ”

Song Lingzhi raised his head suddenly.

Yan, inkstone, Shen inkstone.

When he goes out, Shen Yan naturally will not show his true face, and he is only commensurate with Yan Gongzi in front of Song Hanyuan.

Dong Hai knelt on the ground: "The master asked the little one to clean up the West Garden, and sent more than a dozen slaves to serve him." ”

Old Madam Song bowed her head: "That's how it should be, that Yan Gongzi is a benefactor, you tell them to be careful, if there is a little difference, I will not spare it." ”

Dong Hai answered yes, and after kowtowing again, Fang quietly retreated.

Song Hanyuan turned the danger into a disaster and returned home safely, and everyone in the house was rewarded.

Hearing that Song Lingzhi rushed to Song Hanyuan's courtyard, Mrs. Song never ridiculed, but only felt sorry for Song Lingzhi: "I heard that girl hit you, but she is fine, she has not been hurt?" ”

Song Lingzhi pursed her lips and shook her head, since she saw Shen Yan, she had been restless, only to feel that the pervasive suffocation in her previous life swept over again, following her like a shadow, enveloping her.

Shen Yan lives in the West Garden, which is only separated by a wall from Song Hanyuan's courtyard.

Song Lingzhi was uneasy, and tried to persuade Mrs. Song: "Grandmother, Xiyuan is facing the street, I'm afraid it will disturb the distinguished guests, and it is inconvenient to recuperate." ”

The Song family has a big business, in addition to the Song Mansion, Song Hanyuan also bought several courtyards next door, and only the servants went to sprinkle and sweep on weekdays.

Song Lingzhi didn't want to have anything to do with Shen Yan at all, she just wanted to send people away from afar, she tentatively asked: "Why does grandmother let people clean up the house outside, that side faces the lake, and it is perfect for recuperation." ”

Song Lingzhi was reasonable, and Mrs. Song nodded: "This is very true." ”

She turned around, and with just one look, Mrs. Song's companion Liu's mother immediately retired and went to Song Hanyuan to find someone.

Song Hanyuan returned home, and there was such a big incident.

The housekeepers who have a bit of face in the family, or the elderly housekeepers, all came to say hello in person, and even relatives and friends who were good friends in the past also sent people over.

Old Madam Song picked a few important meetings, and the rest was only greeted by Mother Liu.

looked around, but Song Lingzhi's mother Jiang was not seen for a long time.

Today is the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, and there is a banquet in the house, and Jiang's family is happy and quiet, only saying that he is not safe and it is inconvenient to go to the banquet.

Old Madam Song sneered: "I don't have peace on my body, why didn't I even send a maid over to inform me?" The former Zhizhi had a fever on her body, and she didn't look at it. I know that she is a young lady from an official family, and she has a high heart, and she looks down on us as a shabby merchant, but ...... in the end"

Mrs. Song and the Jiang family have always been at odds, and the slave mother-in-law naturally did not dare to say anything about the master's affairs.

Song Lingzhi hugged Mrs. Song: "Grandmother ......"

Mrs. Song was helpless and glanced at her: "Come on, grandmother won't say anything." ”

The agarwood cane tapped twice on the ground, and Old Madam Song whispered: "Just Donghai said, if it weren't for that Yan Gongzi to block it, the knife would have fallen on your father's back, and the injury on Yan Gongzi's hand was not light." ”

Song Lingzhi was silent.

Mrs. Song said gently: "Although our family is just an ordinary family, we are not that ungrateful. If you want ginseng bird's nest, ask them to take it. Mrs. He was sick and was delayed on the road, and it would take some time to arrive. Your father's journey is dangerous, but fortunately the Bodhisattva blesses, and I want to go to Jinming Temple in two days to make a vow. ”

Song Lingzhi responded.

……

It snowed heavily for three days in a row, and the road was difficult to walk on snowy days, so Mrs. Song couldn't, so she had to move the day of her vow.

It was already the time to hold the lamp, and the lights were lit everywhere in the Linyue Pavilion, which was as bright as day.

A group of slaves stood under the eaves of the porch with poke lamps in their hands.

The chaise longue couch near the window is covered with brocade rong, the lacquered wood chair on the ground is set on a white fox chair and a small mattress, and the little maid holds a bath basin with both hands, turns the red sandalwood inlaid jade carved screen, and silently kneels down by the Song Lingzhi couch.

Bai Zhi stood aside, unloading the bracelet for Song Lingzhi, and waiting for Song Lingzhi's hand.

The gilded gluttonous pattern three-legged copper incense burner on the Duobao grid is lit with lily incense, and the autumn goose opens the incense burner, takes the copper fire chopsticks to pull the ashes of the incense burner, adds two pieces of incense cakes, and covers it squarely.

The fragrance of flowers lingered, Song Lingzhi's eyes were closed, and Bai Zhi waited for him to remove his makeup and change clothes.

The fire silkworm clothes on the body are soft and loose, which is made of silk, although it is light, it can keep out the cold, and it is difficult to find a piece of clothing.

Up and down the house, it can be seen in Song Lingzhi's house.

The foot stove was placed on the side of the couch, Song Lingzhi held his forehead with one hand, and suddenly smelled the lily fragrance in the room, Song Lingzhi raised his eyes curiously: "But the new fragrant cake smells better than before." ”

Qiu Yan stepped forward with a smile: "The girl is really amazing, this fragrant cake is newly made by the slave." The slave maid saw that the girl had been sleeping comfortably lately, so she asked for a little benzoin and added a little jasmine and red plum. ”

Qiu Yan has always been particular about spices, and the rouge powder in the Song Lingzhi House in the past came from her alone.

Thinking about the ending of Qiu Yan in his previous life, the smile on the corner of Song Lingzhi's lips faded by two or three points, and he only said: "Last year, my grandmother gave me three or four spice shops, if you like it, you can also go and take a look." ”

The guy at the spice shop, his craftsmanship may not be as good as that of the autumn geese.

Qiu Yan bent her lips and interrupted: "The girl doesn't make fun of the slave maid, the slave maid will stay with the girl for the rest of her life and will not go anywhere." ”

As he spoke, he took another half step forward and knelt on the footstool: "Girl, you asked the slave and maid to inquire about the matter before, and the slave and maid asked about it." ”

Song Lingzhi raised his eyes, except for Bai Zhi in the house, the rest of the maids all retired.

Qiu Yan lowered his voice: "Yan Gongzi has not gone out in the past few days, and has been staying in Xiyuan. The doctor took a look at the wound on his hand and said that he would have to take care of it for ten days and a half months. ”

Song Lingzhi sank his face: "Haven't you seen anyone?" ”

Qiu Yan shook her head: "No." ”

Song Lingzhi tightened his eyebrows, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Shen Yan is cold and ruthless, he will never save his father's life for no reason, and he is still living in their mansion now......

Song Lingzhi rubbed his eyebrows, at a loss. She originally wanted to send Shen Yan elsewhere, but she didn't want the other party to refuse.

Song Lingzhi had no choice but to let Qiu Yan quietly ask someone to keep an eye on Xiyuan's movements.

She thinks now that she is just protecting the safety of her family.

Song Lingzhi was cautious: "Didn't let people know?" ”

Qiu Yan shook her head, pondered for a moment, and couldn't help it: "Girl, although that Yan Gongzi is good, you and He Gongzi are ...... of the marriage contract."

Before he could say anything, Song Lingzhi stretched out his hand and poked Qiu Yan's head: "What are you talking about with your little hooves, see if I don't tear your mouth!" ”

The master and servant made a fuss for a while, until the mother-in-law under the eaves of the porch reminded him to turn off the lights and rest.

Nothing to say for a night.

……

The snow is soft.

The West Garden was silent, and the slaves who sat under the eaves of the porch slept and snooze.

The room is lit with fine sandalwood, and the begonia-style lacquer table is set up with a tea whisk and a tea cup.

Even the lacquered wood tea tray is offered, and it is a hard-to-find white tea.

Yue Xu half-knelt on the ground, looked up, and only saw Shen Yan sitting upright on the back of the high soft seat and the abduction pattern Taishi chair.

The vermilion woven gold satin fox fur cloak was lightly folded, the candlelight was extinguished, and the light and shadow were spilled into Shen Yan's inky eyes.

Today's three princes, Shen Yan and the crown prince, are both born by the queen, but their temperaments are very different, one is gentle and friendly, and the other is gloomy and cold.

If it weren't for this, the queen would not have made a special excuse to let Shen Yan go down to the south of the Yangtze River and go to Wutai Mountain to pray for the prince who lingered on the sickbed.

Shen Yan's temperament was uncertain, Yue Xu lowered his eyes, didn't dare to take another look, and only bent his knees to reply.

"Master, my subordinates are incompetent."

On that day, Shen Yan was assassinated in the mountains, and the assassins were all dead, Yue Xu pursued for many days, but still did not find the person behind the scenes.

Speaking of which, Song Hanyuan was also unlucky, he met them and his group in his spare life, but fortunately, Song Hanyuan thought that those assassins were all mountain bandits, and he didn't care too much, and he thought Shen Yan was a life-saving benefactor.

"My subordinates have asked people to pretend to be sons and go to Wutai Mountain, and I want to be able to arrive tonight."

Yue Xu secretly looked at Shen Yan with his eyes, and cautiously said the conjecture in his heart, "Master, those dead soldiers are strong in martial arts, and they are only under our waiting." The court can have such financial resources to support them, and know the whereabouts of the master, forgive the subordinates for their courage, except for the ...... in Kunning Palace."

"It's none of her business."

Shen Yan said lightly.

The candlelight flickered, and the light light and shadow sprinkled on the woven gold cloak, which was full of light.

The wooden beads of Canaan turned at his fingertips, and Shen Yan's eyes lit up with contempt: "I haven't prayed for the imperial brother yet, how can she do it at this time." ”

"But ......" Yue Xu stopped talking, looked at Shen Yan's gaze, swallowed his words again, and only said: "There is one more thing." The day before yesterday, the master asked the mother-in-law who was keeping an eye on him, and his subordinates did the same, and that person was in Miss Song's courtyard. ”

Yue Xu arched his hand, "But what that girl inquired about was all trivial matters." ”

For example, what kind of food Shen Yan likes to eat, what color clothes he likes, and what kind of songs he likes to listen to when he goes out on weekdays.

Yue Xu looked at it, and the Song girl seemed to have fallen in love with Shen Yan.

Shen Yan raised his eyes casually: "Only asked this?" ”

Yue Xu said yes in a low voice.

The Song family has been checked by them several times. Yue Xu really couldn't figure out why Shen Yan was suspicious of Song Lingzhi.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the moist shadows fell into the house.

In a moment, Yue Xufang heard a sound fall from the top of his head.

"Keep watching."

Shen Yan's eyes were indifferent, he lowered his head, and his gaze fell on the Ganan wooden bead between his fingers.

suddenly remembered the scene of Song Lingzhi breaking into the hospital the day before yesterday.

Thin powder is applied to the face, and the willow eyebrows are like smoke.

She looked into her eyes, not like the first time she saw her.