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

When Song Wanyin heard that it was Tiancheng who came, she thought that he must have tracked down some news, so she immediately went to open the door.

"Sweet Orange, you guys are finally here."

The moment Tiancheng saw her master, tears started to flow down her face. She walked forward, pulled her over and looked at her carefully.

"Girl, were you hurt anywhere last night?"

Song Wanyin shook her head and comforted her:

"I'm fine. Is there any latest news on the matter I asked you to track?"

Tian Cheng looked around and answered in a low voice:

“Under Jing Mo’s escort, I followed Jiang Lanyue’s carriage all the way and found that she seemed to be well prepared.

They went around in circles and quickly left us behind.

Later we held up tinder and looked for wheel marks along the way, but we still lost it. "

When he said this, his face was full of self-blame and he was so upset that he couldn't speak.

Song Wanyin probably had an idea in her mind. Fortunately, there were Bai Shaobo and Biao Ye. Now she could only wait for their news.

At this time, Jing Mo's wailing was heard in the room:

"My lord, my lord! How did you become like this?"

Xiao Jingheng frowned and said:

"Jing Mo, I am injured, not dead. Why are you crying in front of me?"

Jing Mo then covered his mouth and tried to cry quietly.

My master has never suffered any harm since he was a child. Everything that happened last night happened too suddenly and it was indeed a miscalculation.

However, he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. With his master's reaction ability, how could he not avoid the attack from the hidden weapon?

Song Wanyin was worried that if she stayed out for too long, her brother and sister-in-law would worry about her, so she suggested:

"Brother, since Jing Mo and the others are here, you should quickly set off back to Beijing to find a doctor to treat your injuries."

Xiao Jingheng had a plan in mind, and he knew his injuries very well. He coughed and said:

"I need to rest for my injury and cannot travel around for the time being.

Jing Mo, I plan to rest here for a few days, you go back and keep an eye on it.

If there is any disturbance, please send a pigeon to report to me immediately."

Jing Mo was shocked and said:

“My Lord, I’m afraid this is inappropriate.

I have been following you since I was a child and have never left.

I'm really worried about leaving you here alone."

Xiao Jingheng pondered for a moment, touched his chin and said:

“That’s true. I still can’t see properly and I need someone to take care of me.

But you don’t know any medical skills at the moment, so I’m afraid you may not be able to make the right combination of medicines.”

When Song Wanyin heard this, she thought that he was injured in order to save her, and said seriously and responsibly:

"Brother, I do know a little bit about medicine. It was my father who taught me when he was still alive.

Otherwise, I'll stay and take care of you for a few days.

When your injury is healed and your eyesight is restored, we will set off together to return to Beijing."

When Tian Cheng heard this, his face suddenly changed and he said nervously:

“Girl, you must not do this.

If word gets out that you two are alone in the same room, it might damage your reputation."

Song Wanyin was not worried about this, because she knew Xiao Jingheng's character and knew he was not the kind of person who would take advantage of someone's misfortune.

"Tiancheng, follow Jingmo back to Beijing immediately and tell my eldest brother and sister-in-law.

Just tell them that I have run into some trouble and need to stay for a few days, and ask them not to worry about me."

Seeing that she was really willing to stay and take care of him, Xiao Jingheng couldn't help but smile slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Junior Sister. I will repay you after my injuries are healed."

Seeing that her master had made up his mind, Tiancheng had no choice but to follow Jingmo, looking back every few steps as he left.

In the following days, while Xiao Jingheng was recovering from his injuries, he enjoyed the happy time with Song Wanyin.

He cherishes this stolen happiness even more.

Song Wanyin was worried that he would bump into tables, chairs and benches when he got out of bed, so she covered all the corners of the few pieces of furniture.

They also thoughtfully hung up a lot of red ribbons and tied a copper bell to each red ribbon so that he could easily identify the location by sound.

If someone who doesn't know the situation saw this, they would think it was a festive wedding room.

Song Wanyin admired her masterpiece with great satisfaction, turned around and looked at Xiao Jingheng, and asked:

"Brother, what would you like to eat?"

Xiao Jingheng was sitting in front of the window, holding a cup of tea in his hand, quietly basking in the sun, his hair and feet revealing elegance, and he said seriously:

"I want to drink some fish soup. I heard my mother say that she often ate fish when she was pregnant with me.

That’s why I was born smart.”

Song Wanyin grasped the key point immediately, and the last sentence was the essence of what he wanted to express.

"Well, wait for me in the house. I'll go down to the river to catch fish."

Xiao Jingheng said worriedly:

"Junior sister, how about I go with you?"

Song Wanyin had already changed into the clothes and shoes she got from the people in the mountains, and was dressed like a fisherwoman.

"No need. When I was a kid, I often sneaked out of the house with my elder brother and went to the river to catch fish. I have already mastered the skills."

After saying that, he picked up the fishing fork and went out with great interest.

Xiao Jingheng put down the teacup, groped for the table and chair, and prepared to get up, but he touched the corner of the quilt, and a surge of emotion surged in his heart.

His five senses are more sensitive than those of ordinary people. Even though his eyes cannot see, his ears become extremely sharp.

A breeze blew into the house, blowing up strips of red ribbons, gently caressing his face, and the pleasant and crisp sounds of copper bells came one after another.

"This little junior sister is really thoughtful."

Half an hour later, a loud "bang" was heard outside the house, followed by a burnt smell in the air.

Xiao Jingheng was lying on a rattan chair with his eyes closed. He relied on his hearing and quickly flashed out of the house without any hindrance.

"Junior sister, what's wrong? What happened?"

Song Wanyin emerged from a billowing cloud of smoke, her face as dirty as a little cat, and her whole body looked like she had been bombarded by artillery fire, with even her hair standing up one by one.

"Ahem, senior brother, don't come over here yet."

She tried in a hurry to save the pot of fish soup, but her haste only made matters worse. She accidentally knocked over the whole pot of burnt fish soup and scalded her hand.

"Oh, it's so hot! Oh no, my fish soup!"

Xiao Jingheng listened to the sound and located her, and almost teleported to her front. He groped and grabbed her burned hands, and blew gently:

"Don't worry about the fish soup. It would be terrible if your hands were scarred."

His fingertips accidentally touched the blisters on Song Wanyin's hand, and he felt so heartbroken that blood was dripping silently.

After all, Song Wanyin was a lady who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She had never done any housework, but she was willing to cook for him.

He will never forget this great kindness, and the only thing he can do is to repay her well.

"Come in with me."

Song Wanyin was still concerned about the pot of fish soup that had spilled on the ground, and wanted to try to salvage it, but was pulled away by Xiao Jingheng without any explanation.

"Hey, hey, hey, my fish soup, fish soup, soup..."