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

Song Wanyin squatted down and examined the sword carefully, his eyes falling on the red tassel with a green jade pendant on it, with the word "Jiang" engraved on it.

At this moment, she suddenly became enlightened. Those fragmented pieces, like scattered beads, were finally strung together by a red string.

Suddenly, an old voice came from behind.

"Ouch, my old waist."

Song Wanyin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white-haired old man behind her who accidentally tripped while going up the stairs.

The old man was dressed simply, slumped on the ground, frantically picking up the incense, candles and offerings scattered on the ground.

Seeing this, Tiancheng immediately stepped forward to help him pick up those things and put them back into the basket.

Song Wanyin kindly stepped forward to help the old man up and said with concern:

"Old man, it's cold and the roads are slippery, why are you the only one here to burn incense?"

The old man hunched over and thanked me repeatedly:

"Thank you, I'm old and my legs and feet are not very good anymore.

Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, I would come here to burn incense and pray for future generations.”

Song Wanyin couldn't help but recall that when her mother was alive, she would come to pray for the Taiwei Mansion on the first and fifteenth day of every month.

It’s a pity that my father died for his country.

While she was lost in thought, the old man suddenly pulled out a shiny dagger from his sleeve and stabbed her in the abdomen.

This scene came unexpectedly. When Song Wanyin came back to his senses, he saw a white shadow flash before his eyes, and he easily broke the dagger with just two slender fingers.

Then, two followers rushed out, drew their swords and put them on the old man's neck.

The old man was trembling with fear and begged for mercy:

"Please spare me, please spare me. I was forced to do this to you."

The white shadow had a tall and straight back, a flowing hairband, and was elegant and graceful in every gesture.

"Take him away and don't let any blood be seen."

Two followers immediately took the old man away.

A breeze blew by, and Song Wanyin smelled the scent of Yuelinxiang. She followed the white shadow and slowly turned around, her face full of surprise.

Jamel Xiao?!

It turns out that he was a childhood playmate, and now he has become the most powerful and influential imperial tutor.

If you count carefully, the two haven't seen each other for three years, because she is now married and stays at home all day without going out.

Xiao Jingheng was wearing a moon-white brocade robe with crane patterns, a fox fur cloak, and an emerald green jade belt around his waist. He had sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, a high nose bridge, red lips and white teeth, a tall figure, and a pair of bright eyes that seemed to be a gathering of dazzling stars.

"Little Junior Sister, are you not hurt?"

Song Wanyin stared at him in a daze. He was like a god descending from heaven, appearing before her eyes without any warning and blocking the disaster for her.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever she was in danger, he would always protect her in time without waiting for his secret guards to take action.

However, Jamel Xiao's skin looked whiter than before, his veins were very obvious, and every blood vessel could be seen clearly, giving him a kind of morbid beauty.

Seeing that she had no reaction, Jamel Xiao stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes:

"Junior sister, Junior sister, did I scare you?"

When Tiancheng saw that it was Xiao Jingheng, she was surprised and stepped forward to salute.

"Your servant greets the Master."

Xiao Jingheng nodded slightly:

"Sweet Orange, I can see that you take good care of your girl."

Sweet Orange felt flattered, her face flushed as she said:

"Master Taifu, this is what I should do."

Song Wanyin came back to his senses and nodded slightly:

"Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. I hope you are well."

Scenes from the past appeared before their eyes.

Xiao Jingheng had been weak and sickly since childhood. When he was a student, he became a disciple of the Grand Marshal and followed him to practice martial arts to strengthen his body.

He spent nearly ten years in the Taiwei Mansion and grew up with Song Wanyin.

When Song Wanyin was bored while studying music, chess, calligraphy and painting, he would sneak outside the window and feed her various things.

The two of them studied in a private school specially set up in the Taiwei Mansion and were often inseparable. They could be said to be childhood sweethearts.

They were a perfect match made in heaven, but they could not resist the orders of their parents and the words of the matchmaker.

The Grand Marshal and the old Marquis had a life-long friendship, so he agreed to the marriage and let Song Wanyin marry into the Marquis's mansion.

The day when Song Wanyin married into the Gu family in a grand ceremony with a red wedding gown and a sedan chair carried by eight people.

Xiao Jingheng was heartbroken, his old illness relapsed, and he vomited blood on the spot.

From then on, he worked hard and gradually acquired supreme power.

As his thoughts turned back to the simple greetings between the two of them, which were full of affection and politeness, everything was expressed without words.

Song Wanyin rarely goes out, so she wants to take a walk around.

"Sweet Orange, please go shopping with me.

Didn’t you say last time that there was a kind of rouge and powder that was very suitable for me? "

Sweet Orange worried:

"Girl, your injury has not yet fully recovered.

If you can’t find dragon bone blood, I’m afraid your angina problem won’t be cured.”

Xiao Jingheng heard this, silently took note of it in his heart, and stepped forward and said with concern:

"Junior sister, how did you get hurt?

I think the assassin just now was clearly coming for you.

His strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain would have failed if I hadn't been quick-eyed and quick-handed and predicted the enemy's prediction.

Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous. "

Song Wanyin didn't say anything. Even if he didn't show up, she still had a trump card.

Before her brother went to war, he specially left her a personal bodyguard, this person was the former General of Cavalry Bai Shaobo, who was known as "Ten Thousand Enemies".

He is a martial arts master and the former chief coach of the capital's army. His combat power is at the top level.

Most of the descendants of high-ranking officials in the court were her father's disciples during his lifetime, and they took good care of her in every way.

At this time, Bai Shaobo was lurking in the dark, observing closely. He would never act rashly unless it was a critical moment.

The last time Song Wanyin was assassinated, Bai Shaobo was delayed for half a day due to family matters. He didn't expect that when he arrived, Song Wanyin had already fallen in a pool of blood.

After the incident, Bai Shaobo felt extremely guilty and blamed himself. He knelt in front of the Taiwei Mansion for three days and three nights, punishing himself for not being able to fulfill his duty and protect Song Wanyin.

From then on, Bai Shaobo secretly vowed that he would never leave Song Wanyin again, for fear that she would hurt a single hair.

This time, he will lure the snake out of its hole. Even if Mr. Biao and Xiao Jingheng do not take action, he will take action to bring the assassin to justice.

Xiao Jingheng didn't know about it and thought that he had saved Song Wanyin, so he said considerately:

"Junior sister, you should go back now before the assassins come back."

Song Wanyin thought about it and didn't want to cause any more trouble to others, so she got on the carriage with the help of Tiancheng.

As soon as she sat down, she smelled a sour and sweet smell, which brought back childhood memories.

"I suddenly want to eat candied haws."

Just as he finished speaking, the car window creaked and a string of big, red candied haws came in.

There was a striking cinnabar mole on the palm of the bony hand holding the candied haws.

That is Xiao Jingheng's special birthmark.

This feeling of being fed brings me back to my childhood in an instant.

It turns out that he still remembers his favorite flavor.