"My slave I have no intention of monopolizing the girl."
Chunxiu shook her head, very worried. Qinge wanted to ask again, but Song Wan said first, "Qinge, take Bai He down to rest."
"But girl"
Qinge was worried about Song Wan and Chunxiu staying together. Song Wan stopped her with his eyes. Knowing that Song Wan had his own ideas, Qinge could only retreat with Bai He.
The house became quiet. It was raining outside all the time, but it was much lighter now.
The water from the eaves made a dripping sound when it hit the bluestone floor tiles. Song Wan didn't say anything for a long time. Chunxiu was a little scared and cried: "Girl, I really know that I was wrong."
Song Wan raised his eyes to look at her and said gently, "Tell me what happened on your way to exile."
Song Wan could probably guess what happened. She didn't want to ask these questions to make Chunxiu sad, but after something like this happened today, she decided to ask if Chunxiu would be okay if she didn't untie those knots in her heart. Get up.
Chunxiu's face turned even paler. She looked at Song Wan, pursed her lower lip, and asked after a while: "Does the girl have to know?"
"Um."
Song Wan responded, Chunxiu held the cup hard, her finger bones turned white, and her lips were bitten white. Song Wan could see that she was in pain, but she did not stop. Finally, she heard Chunxiu say: "This slave is actually very good." Fortunately, we were not in any trouble during the first few days on the road. When we arrived in Jizhou, the police escorting us met a caravan. The people in the caravan heard that we were being used as prostitutes, so they gave the police to the police. The little money requires us to perform songs and dances for them and serve them. The girl also knows that slaves are always clumsy, so how can they perform any songs and dances."
Chunxiu smiled with a pale face, but Song Wan didn't smile. Those who traveled all over the country to do business were mostly rich and rough men, and they didn't care about women at all. Chunxiu was afraid that he had suffered a lot at that time.
Chunxiu continued: "After the servants collected the money, they naturally would not care about our lives. Hongzhu, who was serving in the second lady's yard, was beaten to death on the spot because of disobedience. The slaves did not dare to resist, so they could only follow their orders. When we came here, we thought it would be over if we endured it for a while, but who would have thought that the caravan was actually on the same road as us. As long as some of them thought about it along the way, they would be captured for their enjoyment, sometimes without even a cover. To be watched like a street performer.¡±
Chunxiu shed tears again as she spoke. Song Wan handed her her handkerchief. Chunxiu took a breath and said, "I thought I would die like this, but I didn't expect that there would be two people who were like divine soldiers that night." Surrender and rescue this slave from that purgatory. Later, I found out that those two people were actually your master¡¯s men. If they hadn¡¯t arrived in time, I would have died long ago.¡±
Chunxiu was just a little maid. Even if she was lost on the road, the guards responsible for escorting her would not report it to the court. Firstly, the court would not care about the life and death of a little maid. Secondly, it did not want to ask for trouble and take responsibility. .
After Chun Xiu was rescued, the two men escorted her back all the way. However, the situation in Beijing was unclear, and Song Wan could not take her back to his house openly, so he stayed in a small farmhouse outside the city until he was about to give birth. It was only then that he went to Yunshan Temple to stay with Zhao Xiyue.
Song Wan basically knew what happened next.
In comparison, Chunxiu suffered much less than Song Qiuse, but her journey was indeed not easy.
Song Wan went through everything Chun Xiu said carefully and asked: "What's the name of that caravan? Do you remember who is in it?" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com