Sir Song, do you want to pledge yourself to me?

There were four people in Song Jinbai's group, and the couple only brought Song Huai and Sprite.

The Zhang family quickly vacated the room of Zhang Sen and his wife for Song Jinbai and his wife to live in, and also cleaned up a firewood room and Zhang Lei's room for Song Huai and Xue Bi to live in respectively.

Zhang Lei's room was usually not taken care of, and even after it was hastily cleaned up, there was still a strange smell left, but at least there was a decent bed for people to rest on.

After all, it was November, and it was cold both morning and night. Song Huai offered his room to Xuebi, planning to spend the night in the woodshed.

But Xue Bi said with a look of disgust: "I'd better sleep in the woodshed. I can't get used to living in a smelly man's room."

Seeing his kindness being trampled upon like this, Song Huai was so angry that he laughed.

"Well, little girl, it's very cold at night. I'm kind enough to let you sleep in the room, but you're not happy about it?"

Xue Bi stared at him with wide eyes and questioned him righteously, "Song Huai, how dare you say that? I'm just a little girl, and you want me to sleep in a bed that has been slept in by a man, and use a quilt that has been used by a man. Do you think that's appropriate?"

Xuebi was skilled in martial arts and had a lively personality, which often gave Song Huai the impression that she was just a playful and greedy kid. Only then did he realize that this arrangement was indeed not appropriate.

He touched his nose and said weakly, "When you're away from home, it's good to have a place to sleep. You're being picky."

After saying that, he went to find the Zhang family to arrange dinner.

The Zhang family collected one or two taels of silver as accommodation fee, but had no intention of providing them with food.

Mother Zhang smiled unhappily and said, "Oh, we are a poor family and we only eat coarse grains and wild vegetables. I'm afraid you nobles wouldn't be used to it!"

Song Huai had no intention of taking advantage of this family. He simply handed over two taels of silver and asked the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the Zhang family to prepare some clean meals and hot water.

Mrs. Zhang's face immediately looked better. She pretended to refuse a few words, then smiled like a rotten chrysanthemum, put the silver in her arms, and happily pulled her daughter-in-law into the kitchen.

Ji Nuan put the quilts and pillows in Zhang Sen's room on the wooden box in the corner. Song Jinbai took the bedding and sheets he brought from the carriage and spread them on the bed. The two of them washed up briefly. Mrs. Zhang had already prepared the meal and brought it to the table.

Although the ingredients weren't fancy, the Zhang family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had put a lot of thought into it. A few bacon bits and stir-fried vegetables, scrambled eggs with scallions, and a plate of salty stir-fried soybeans made up a decent three-course meal.

There were no such things to be particular about when traveling, so Song Jinbai asked Song Huai and Xue Bi to sit down and eat with him. He and Ji Nuan had already eaten some food in the carriage, so they casually moved their chopsticks a few times before returning to their rooms to rest.

Not long after the two of them lay down, it became quiet outside. They must have gone back to their rooms to rest.

Ji Nuan nestled in Song Jinbai's arms. Just when she was about to fall asleep, Sprite's low voice suddenly rang out in the yard.

"Who's out there?"

Then, there was the creaking sound of a door opening.

Ji Nuan lifted the quilt and was about to get up, but Song Jinbai pushed her back onto the bed.

"Just sleep peacefully, I'll go out and take a look."

As he spoke, he touched Ji Nuan's cheek in the dark, then got out of bed, lit the candle, grabbed a coat and put it on hastily, then opened the door and went out.

At the door of the woodshed, Song Huai was stepping on someone.

The man cried out in pain, "Ouch, ouch," but didn't dare to make too much noise.

Xue Bi took the lamp and took a closer look. She asked angrily, "Is it you? Why are you standing at the door of the woodshed so late at night?"

Zhang Lei tried to cover his face with his sleeves, but it was too late. He stubbornly turned his head away, refusing to answer.

"I'm asking you a question!" Song Huai increased the strength of his footsteps and asked in a deep voice.