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"Girl, are you okay?"
Bai He asked cautiously, looking worried at Song Wan's mottled bruises.
Last night, Gu Yanting tormented Song Wan for a long time, and asked Bai He to prepare hot water just before dawn.
Gu Yanting did not let Bai He interfere and personally helped Song Wan clean up.
Song Wan didn¡¯t wake up until almost noon, and Bai He only saw the marks on her body when he helped her get dressed.
Song Wan¡¯s skin was white and soft, with teeth marks on his shoulders and neck, and his waists on both sides turned purple from being pinched. Bai He felt pain just looking at it, and he didn¡¯t know how Song Wan could bear it.
Song gathered up his clothes, bowed his head and tied the belt, and said calmly: "It's nothing serious, it will be fine in two days."
Her voice was hoarse, and her eyes were still black and blue. Bai He couldn't help but said: "Girl, you are weak. If you can't bear it, just tell the master. I think the master still values ??the girl very much. The girl said , adults will definitely take pity on the girl."
Song Wan shook his head and said, "These marks look serious, but they are actually not very painful and not that pretentious."
She is no longer the eldest lady of the Song family, and she cannot express her sincerity to Gu Yanting, so she can only use this body to repay him as much as possible.
Song Wan's tone sounded a little dejected. Bai He wanted to persuade him again, but Yingzhu's voice came from outside: "Girl, Miss Ye from the Prime Minister's Mansion has sent you a message."
Bai He glanced at Song Wan and said, "Bring it in."
Yingzhu entered the house and gave the post to Song Wan.
Unlike the last post, this time the post has a bright red plum blossom painted on it, and little bits of falling snow are falling, which fits the scene very well.
Ye Qingling said that the piano score Song Wan picked up last time had a few missing pages at the end, so he asked Song Wan to go to the bookstore together tomorrow to try his luck to see if he could complete the score.
Song Wan raised his pen and asked Yingzhu to hand it over to the servant to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to reply.
Early the next morning, the carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion stopped at the gate of Tingwei's Mansion. Song Wan dressed up properly and went out with Qing'e.
Ye Qingling brought a maidservant to sit in the carriage, and it was obvious that Song Wan was the only one he had an appointment with.
The carriage is for one person. Although it is wider than ordinary carriages, it is still a little crowded for four people. Qing'e took the initiative and said: "Slave, please sit outside."
Song Wan got into the carriage. The maid immediately gave Song Wan a cup of hot tea and said, "Miss, please have some tea."
"Thanks."
Song Wan took it and drank it while it was hot to absorb the heat.
Ye Qingling saw the black and blue under Song Wan's eyes and asked softly: "You look a little bad and your body is not good? Do you want to ask the imperial doctor to take a look?"
Song Wan shook his head and said, "I just had nightmares these past few days and I didn't sleep well. It's not a problem."
Song Wan's tone was dull, and Ye Qingling didn't ask any more questions.
"If someone else had suffered such an accident, he would have gone crazy if he didn't die. Song Wan was just plagued by nightmares, which is considered a good thing.
The Tingwei Mansion was the former residence of the Song family, and Song Wan lived there every day. Watching strangers walking around, it was inevitable that he would be moved by the scene.
Ye Qingling changed the topic and said: "I copied the score you gave me before. Although the last few pages are missing, I can still feel the exquisiteness of the music composed by my predecessors. You can come to my house if you have time another day. Come up and listen.¡±
Ye Qingling's tone was sincere. Because it was something she had always preferred, she was more enthusiastic than usual and not so cold and distant.
Song Wan lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "My servant is of low status, so it's better not to go to the prime minister's house to make trouble."
Prime Minister Ye is very prestigious in the court. On weekdays, the people who come to the house are all important officials and their family members. Song Wan does not want to cause trouble.
Ye Qingling frowned. She treated Song Wan with courtesy these two times, and did not mean to look down on him at all. Song Wan was so contemptuous of himself, which was also a kind of denial of her.
Ye Qingling said: "I never meant to look down on you."
Song Wan nodded and said: "Miss Ye has always been very polite to slaves. However, before the incident in the Song family, the slave family did not have much contact with Miss Ye. Now everyone is eager to avoid slaves, but Miss Ye wants to be friends with slaves." , Miss Ye might as well tell her what she wants, so as not to make this slave anxious all day long."
Song Wan didn¡¯t make any detours and got straight to the point.
This was Ye Qingling¡¯s first time taking the initiative to make friends with someone. She didn¡¯t expect Song Wan to say such words. She pursed her lips and asked, suppressing her anger, ¡°Miss Song, what do you think I am trying to do by being friendly with you?¡±
"Ms. Ye must be pleased with His Highness the Crown Prince."
Song Wan¡¯s tone was very firm, Ye QingThey live a life of fine clothes and fine food, just like a canary kept in a cage, unaware of the severe cold in the four seasons and the sufferings of the world.
There are many people and many things in this world. After all the hardships, they never achieve perfection.
"Uncle Qin has a weird temper. I have only been to this bookstore a few times and don't know much about his family." Song Wan said truthfully, pointing to the bookshelf in the corner, "That's where I found the piano score." , Uncle Qin doesn¡¯t understand music, and the books in the store are placed randomly. If Miss Ye can find the complete piano score, she should be able to buy it for not much money."
When it came to getting down to business, Ye Qingling became more energetic and said: "These are treasures left by our predecessors. I just hope they can be passed down. Money is nothing."
If these words are heard by poor people who are hungry, I don¡¯t know how much resentment will arise.
Song Wan helped Xu Yingying look for piano scores. Not long after, there was a noise outside. Ye Qingling put down the book and called out: "Gui Xin."
The maid who was waiting outside immediately came in and said, "My slave is here."
Ye Qingling asked: "What happened outside?"
"I don't know, I don't know. It seems that someone was giving porridge and food in the city. Many people went there after hearing the news."
This is quite common in Hanjing. Not to mention the rich and powerful, even some merchants with a slightly better family will have people give them rice and porridge when there is a happy event at home, so as to gain a good reputation for kindness.
Ye Qingling nodded and was about to ask Gui Xin to retreat when the noise outside became even louder, mixed with the faint cries of women and children.
Song Wan's heart trembled, and just as he was about to speak, Qing'e grabbed the groom's collar and rushed into the bookstore, quickly closing the door and flipping the bolt.
Gui Xin had never seen this battle before and said angrily: "What are you doing?"
Qing'e stared outside with vigilance and ordered coldly: "Stop talking, there is someone making trouble outside."
As soon as the words fell, the door of the bookstore was hit hard by something heavy.
Guixin trembled in fright, and Ye Qingling's face turned a little pale.
As the capital of Zhaoling, Hanjing has prospered for more than two hundred years since the founding of the country, and has never experienced any war. What happened today is far beyond their imagination.
Song Wan was still calm, walked to Qinge and took a look through the crack in the door.
There was a large group of men with sticks on the street outside.
They were all unkempt and ragged, and the weather was too cold. They all had varying degrees of frostbite on their bodies, and all of them had red eyes. They were shouting and swearing, as if evil spirits were trying to eat away at the entire human world.
How come there are so many refugees in Hanjing suddenly?
Song Wan was confused, but Qing'e had already taken out the short knife he had brought with him and said, "If they break down the door later, the girl will take Miss Ye and the others out the back door first."
Qing¡¯e knows that the bookstore has a back door?
Song Wan glanced at Qing E. She originally thought that Wei Heng was hiding everything from Wei Yuan, but now it seems that is not necessarily the case.
What about the Duke of Zhen?
He knew that his son opened a bookstore on the surface but actually raised a group of killers to do business of killing people and selling goods. Did he kill the King of Yue not long ago?
Song Wan was lost in thought when a scream came from outside the door. Looking outside, Gu Yanting, wearing a dark blue embroidered Taotie court dress, grabbed a long stick from an unknown refugee and subdued the group of people in an instant.
The officers from the Night Patrol Division arrived quickly. The newly appointed Night Patrol Division Chief took the lead and saluted Gu Yanting with cupped fists: "I am late, sir. Thank you for your help."
Gu Yanting threw the long stick into the man's hand and asked in a cold voice: "What happened?"
Gu Yanting's force was not light, and the man was beaten back two steps by the long stick, and said: "It was people from the Weiyang Marquis Mansion who came here to report to the official. I only know that it was the refugees who were causing trouble. What happened specifically?" The matter will not be known until further interrogation by the subordinate."
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Trash!
Gu Yanting looked at the man and silently expressed these two words. The man also knew that his answer was not satisfactory. He wiped his sweat and said, "Please forgive me, sir. I will go and understand the situation right now!"
Gu Yanting was no longer in the Night Watch Division, and had transferred Wu Qin and Wu Yi to Xiaowei Camp. Regardless of what to do next, he looked at the carriage that was almost falling apart by the refugees on the roadside and asked: "Who is that? The family¡¯s carriage?¡±
"My lord, that is the carriage of the Prime Minister's wife."
Qing'e walked out to answer. Gu Yanting frowned as soon as he saw her, looked at the door of the bookstore and asked, "Is Song Wan in there?"
Qing'e nodded, and the commander of the night watch department almost knelt down when he heard those Ye Qingling's carriages.
Why are these unruly people so good at looking for trouble? Not only did he offend the Wei Yanghou Mansion, but he also provoked the Prime Minister's Mansion! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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