Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

In an inner room, there was a round table with four stools, on which a steaming antique soup was cooking.

It was so late and there was not much food in Jishidiang, so we could only have a big stew of ancient soup and eat whatever was available.

Soon, the whole room was filled with fragrance. The aroma of the shabu-shabu meat was refreshing and aroused the appetite. It was in no way inferior to those delicacies from land and sea.

Song Wanyin originally planned to prepare dinner for Xiao Jingheng, but when she thought that her brother and sister-in-law had not left yet, she called them over to have a small gathering together.

With her brother and sister-in-law present, she didn't need to face Jamel Xiao directly to hide her inner uneasiness.

Tiancheng and several maids were serving on the side, helping to prepare meat and vegetables, pouring wine, and serving their masters meticulously.

Song Wanfeng picked up the wine cup, looked at Xiao Jingheng, and toasted:

"Jing Heng, thank you for taking care of my sister these days."

Xiao Jingheng immediately picked up the wine cup and replied:

"Brother Wanfeng, you don't have to be polite. This is my duty. After all, this is a matter of life and death."

Hua Muxue also picked up the wine cup and said gratefully:

"Master Taifu, I offer you a toast. If it weren't for your protection these days, I'm afraid many people would have come to Jishidi Hall to cause trouble.

My sister is a weak woman, so naturally she can't handle this situation."

Xiao Jingheng humbly and politely picked up the wine cup and drank it all, his eyes full of appreciation as he said:

"Madam Taiwei, you are wrong. Junior Sister is wise and courageous, which is not common among women. A woman as resourceful as her is rare in the world."

Song Wanyin didn't move her chopsticks the whole time. She kept her head down and clenched her hands. Her mind was filled with the image of her senior brother and Zhao Yiran together, which she couldn't get rid of.

She really couldn't understand why her senior brother had to like Zhao Yiran when there were so many people he could like.

Hua Muxue noticed that she looked unhappy, so she took a piece of mutton from the pot and put it in her bowl, saying with concern:

"Sister, what's wrong with you? You don't look well?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingheng immediately became nervous and cast a concerned look:

"Junior sister, is it because you are too tired recently and haven't had enough rest?"

Seeing the three of them staring at her, Song Wanyin's face instantly turned red and she whispered:

"Nothing, maybe I'm a little tired."

When Xiao Jingheng heard this, he immediately put a lot of meat slices into her bowl and persuaded her:

"If you're tired, eat more to replenish your energy, and go to bed early so that you can be full of energy."

Song Wanyin felt very upset and slowly stood up and said:

"I'm a little tired. I want to go back to the house to rest for a while. You guys can eat slowly."

Xiao Jingheng couldn't help but stand up, chased forward and said:

"Junior sister, are you feeling unwell somewhere? Do you want your sister-in-law to feel your pulse?"

Song Wanyin shook her head gently and said:

"No need, I'll just go back to my room and lie down for a while."

Song Wanfeng and Hua Muxue looked at each other. They felt that the atmosphere was a little subtle, and they smiled at each other tacitly.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Xiao Jingheng cared too much about Song Wanyin's every word and action, and any slight disturbance would affect his emotions.

Could it be that Xiao Jingheng likes Song Wanyin?

After Song Wanyin left, Hua Muxue noticed that Xiao Jingheng looked distracted, and persuaded him:

"Master Taifu, why don't you go and see her? Maybe she has been busy these days and she may not be in a good mood. She needs someone to enlighten her."

Xiao Jingheng had this in mind, and said apologetically:

"Excuse me."

Soon, Xiao Jingheng came to the door of a house and knocked gently.

"Little junior sister, are you okay?"

Song Wanyin sat at the table, not wanting to sleep at all. The more she thought, the more confused her mind became, filled with all sorts of random thoughts.

When he heard Xiao Jingheng's voice, he quickly got up and walked to the door, but his outstretched hand suddenly stopped.

She didn't know why, but she felt a little awkward. She argued with herself and said through the door:

"Brother, I'm going to bed, you should go to bed early too."

Xiao Jingheng had originally taken out the white jade bottle from his sleeve, ready to give her the medicine lead. Upon hearing this, he silently placed the white jade bottle in front of the door and instructed:

"Well, have a good rest and see you tomorrow."

After saying that, he left, looking back every few steps.

Song Wanyin heard the footsteps gradually fading away and hurriedly opened the door, only to find that Xiao Jingheng was gone.

Leaving so soon?

That's right, he and I are just senior and junior brothers and sisters, so he doesn't need to explain so much to me.

Song Wanyin was about to close the door in annoyance, but she found a delicate and small white jade bottle on the ground in front of the door and picked it up in surprise.

Strange, what is this?

She opened it curiously and smelled it, her brows instantly frowned, because it turned out to be the blood of a person with a very yin constitution.

At this moment, she suddenly understood as if she had been enlightened.

It turns out that the reason why Senior Brother went to see Zhao Yiran during the day was because Zhao Yiran was a person with an extremely yin constitution, and he was looking for an opportunity to obtain a few drops of her blood as a medicine.

It seems that I really misunderstood him.

The sky gradually emerged from the darkness, and the gray dawn was looming in the east, about to dye the entire sky and bloom with brilliant light.

Song Wanyin got up early on purpose and wanted to find Xiao Jingheng to thank him, but found out that he had gone out early in the morning.

At this time, Tiancheng hurried over to report:

"Girl, those little beggars just left the house and they seem to be going back."

Song Wanyin was startled and asked quickly:

"Is Er Gouzi still here?"

Sweet Orange nodded and said:

"Er Gouzi is still here. They can't take him away. I guess they want to go back to where they live."

Song Wanyin remembered the medicine package and made a prompt decision:

"Sweet Orange, quickly change into men's clothes, and let's follow them to their residence to look for clues."

In less than half an incense stick of time, Song Wanyin and Tiancheng disguised themselves as men again, sneaked behind the little beggars, walked through the streets and alleys, and came to their shelter.

This is a dilapidated temple. The incense has long ceased to be used. The walls are dilapidated, the paint is peeling, the roof has collapsed, and it is covered with cobwebs and dust. There are broken walls and ruins everywhere. It looks like it has been abandoned for some time.

In a small corner, a thick layer of hay was spread with a few broken bowls on it. This was where the little beggars huddled together for warmth.

Song Wanyin and Tiancheng hid in the dark, silently watching the little beggars' every move, not daring to act rashly.

Deep down, I still feel some sympathy and pity for their plight. After all, being abandoned and orphaned since childhood and never enjoying any family affection is a great suffering in the world.

The little beggars took their broken bowls and walked out dejectedly.

"Er Gouzi is sick, and we are leaderless. We have to go out and beg for food. Otherwise, what will we eat?"

"Let's go, let's go. I know a place where dignitaries often go. Maybe I can get some money there."

"In my opinion, if we can't get the silver, we can only steal again, which is better than starving to death."

"Strange, we don't know when that kind-hearted man will come back? Didn't he promise us that if we help him get things done, he would give us money as a reward?"

"Who said it wasn't true? Last time, Er Gouzi took us to Jishiditang to deliver herbs to that person, but he wasn't there, and the medicine package was snatched away by someone else."