Morbid pet

Songyue's life in Lin'an City was not good. Although Xie Zhao did not let anyone deprive her of her life, she was accustomed to staying in the south. She felt uncomfortable when she first went to the north. She often suffered from nausea, dizziness, and vomiting.

To her, these symptoms were overwhelming pain.

And the source of pain is Changle.

The one who made her leave her hometown.

To be honest, Songyue is not a generous person. She has fallen down repeatedly in Changle, and of course she feels bad.

And she is also planning how to return to Chang'an City as soon as possible and continue to compete with Changle.

At least she can't do such stupid things to hurt Chang Le now. Her dead husband and sisters are reminding her of one thing, that is, Chang Le can't touch even an inch of his body, hair, or skin, but other things, huh, say Not allowed.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Hongluo, the maid, came in with a basin of water and was about to help Songyue wash up.

Songyue stood up straight, looked deeply at the silver glow on the window sill, and said lightly: "Changle, I want your life!"

Just as Hong Luo was about to cover Song Yue's mouth, the prefect of Lin'an City was waiting in front of their mansion.

Songyue had only been here for half a day when the prefect of Lin'an City rushed over impatiently. What did he mean?

No one knows.

Songyue nodded: "Let him come in."

Ling Anbai strode in with a box of gift boxes, "Miss Songyue, you have been tired from traveling all the way. Please rest more. I wanted to go to the city gate to greet you today, but I didn't expect you to come back first. I'm here I still have some official business to deal with at home, so it’s a little late to come see you.”

Song Yue raised her eyebrows, she didn't think that Ling An Bai came today to help her gain a foothold in Lin'an City, but she couldn't tell, so she just nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Prefect Ling, for your kindness. Song Yue is still in Lin'an." Very used to it.”

Ling Anbai nodded, "Just get used to it. Your Majesty, is he okay?"

Songyue nodded: "Everything is fine, Your Majesty."

Ling Anbai didn't say much, "Okay, then I won't disturb the girl's rest. I'll invite you to our house next time. I also came down from Chang'an City. I felt uncomfortable at first, but gradually Enough."

Song Yue was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you also from Chang'an City?"

Ling Anbai smiled and said: "Don't you know, girl? I was the top scholar in the new subject the year before last, and then the prefect of Lin'an City came to take over last year."

Songyue has always looked down upon such talented and knowledgeable men, firstly because she was born into a scholarly family, and secondly because she has stayed in Hualou for a long time and is used to seeing too many vulgar and reckless men, like Ling Anbai. This kind of outstanding student in the world makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Songyue smiled slightly, turned her head and told Hongluo to make tea, and then asked: "I am the number one scholar, can you sit with Songyue for a while? Songyue is good at guzheng. If you don't dislike it, Songyue will show off."

Ling Anbai was surprised by Song Yue's initiative. He originally wanted to come over and give a slap in the face before leaving. Why Song Yue was exiled to Lin'an City? He was not very clear about it. Everyone was unclear and couldn't figure out what His Majesty meant, so he came here today just for the purpose. You simply come here to chat, and you don’t even need to say anything. As long as the person comes, leaves a note and leaves, His Majesty can see it. If you sit there for a long time, it’s hard to tell someone.

Ling An is not interested in becoming the prince-consort.

What's more, this is still a Hualou princess.

She is not a noble girl from a wealthy family.

Xie Zhao doesn't have any preference for this sister either.

Ling Anbai felt irritated, but couldn't refuse, so he had to sit down in the courtyard, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said warmly: "Girl, please."

Songyue was not very good at observing words and emotions. She did not notice Ling Anbai's impatience at all and was only immersed in the melodious timbre of the guzheng.

Say something.

Songyue played the guqin extremely well, and even the most respected musicians in the palace could not match Songyue's skill.

But Ling Anbai only felt sleepy.

Not the slightest reaction was given.

Songyue could now see that Ling Anbai's thoughts were not on him at all, and the beautiful notes played by his hands were nothing more than boring noises in his ears.

Songyue's hand paused.

All the notes that were intended to be rejected and welcomed were stuck in her fingers. She stopped in a hurry and stood up to see off the guests. "Prefect, didn't you get a good rest last night? Go back and rest early today. Your face doesn't look good."

Ling Anbai thought to himself that he couldn't understand guzheng, so of course he looked bad, and he didn't really want to pretend. He was tired enough of pretending to all kinds of people in the officialdom today.Songyue's words awakened him, "Okay, thank you girl for your kindness."

Songyue smiled and sent him out the door.

bang-

The moment the thick solid wood door was closed, Songyue went crazy.

The teacup shattered on the floor, with warm tea leaves rolling on the white porcelain pieces, lying wetly on top of the broken porcelain pieces.

The annoyance in Songyue's heart reached its peak at this moment, "Who is he, Ling Anbai? Why should he ignore me and look down on me?"

Hongluo ran over quickly: "Miss, please don't hurt yourself! Prefect Ling didn't mean that."

Songyue snorted coldly, put away Hongluo's grasp on her wrist, and said coldly: "He is ignoring me, but I want to take the initiative and tell the kitchen to prepare chicken soup with medicinal food to nourish the mind tomorrow. I will go find it." Ling Anbai."

Hongluo couldn't figure out what his girl meant, so she had to say yes.

Songyue has been arrogant since she was a child and always acts only for her goals. The only time she stumbled was because of a man.

But she doesn't know how to do it now. After going crazy once, she only thinks the world is fun.
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The next day.

Songyue swaggered into the local sedan chair carrying herbal chicken soup and went to the magistrate's house.

She has a cold appearance, but today she has put on red makeup, and her eyes and lips are bright red, giving her otherwise plain face a hint of desire and pity.

Ling Anbai was busy in the palace, and Song Yue kept waiting for him.

After waiting for an hour, the person was finally brought out.

Songyue handed the warm chicken soup to Ling Anbai, "You didn't have any rest last night, okay? There's a little black and blue under your eyes."

Ling Anbai was very surprised. He took the chicken soup and said, "Why is Miss Songyue here?"

Songyue lowered her head to look at the tips of her inner toes, and a blush slowly appeared on her cheeks, "I learned a little about Chinese medicine from my master in Chang'an City before. I saw that you didn't have a good rest, so I got up early today and cooked this for you. Medicinal chicken soup, drink some while it's hot to warm yourself up."

Ling Anbai frowned and said, "Did you cook it yourself?"

Songyue smiled and nodded: "Yes, I cooked it myself."

Ling Anbai instinctively wanted to refuse and pushed the chicken soup back to Song Yue, but Song Yue pretended to be angry and said: "Either you let me drink it with you here, or you can accept it and drink it yourself."

Ling Anbai had no choice. He couldn't let Songyue leave now, and he couldn't reach out to hit the smiling man.Songyue is good for him.

Ling Anbai agreed, and then sent someone to serve the food to the restaurant for dinner. Song Yue also came with him.

The meal was spent in extreme silence.

There were only two people, Song Yue and Ling Anbai.

Song Yue knew Ling An and Bai Xijing, so she didn't say much.

Ling An finished eating and looked at Song Yue: "Miss Song Yue, please don't bring me soup in the future. I have it all at home, so there's no need for it. Just take care of yourself and don't worry His Majesty."

Song Yue smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Ling, Song Yue doesn't know anyone in Lin'an City. There is no other reason for coming here today. It is precisely because you sent me a box of precious supplements yesterday that I thought of stewing it for you early this morning. I only drink chicken soup. Song Yue doesn’t mean anything else. Please don’t misunderstand me, sir. I am a duckweed without a home. I can live wherever I go. I originally wanted to make a friend with you, but now it seems that you don’t need me. This friend, that’s fine. It doesn’t matter, I’m leaving, please take care of yourself.”

"Songyue——"

Ling Anbai stopped her.

Song Yue asked in confusion: "Master Ling, what's wrong?"

Ling Anbai thought for a moment and said, "That's not what I meant. Well, it's no problem to make friends. I'll take you out to play during my break." Song Yue laughed happily, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Ling!"

Ling Anbai also slowly showed a real smile.

Songyue looked drunk, "You look good when you smile, why don't you smile more?"

Ling Anbai's smile froze on his face, and he said lightly: "Well, thank you Songyue. If there's nothing else, I'll go back and get busy."

Only then did Song Yue realize that she had delayed Ling Anbai for two hours, and it was already time for them to go to work in the afternoon.

Songyue waved her hands quickly and said, "Go quickly, go quickly."

Ling Anbai nodded: "Well, please pay attention to safety when you go back."

Songyue smiled and turned to leave.

The man she wants has never failed her before.

Only An Ying.

But now An Ying has become a thing of the past.

In the future, she will only have to hold on to the cards in her hand.

Only then can we not be led by fate.

She came to Lin'an alone, a remote place like a backcountry. Her only advantage was that she was still young and had this face.

Hongluo ran back to the house with a stack of parchment scrolls, "Girl! This is Ling Anbai's life, take a look."

Early in the morning, Song Yue asked her maid to go to the intelligence gate to find out about Ling Anbai's life. She spent a lot of money, almost as much as Xie Zhao gave her for one month's living expenses.She doesn't care. The more she has nothing, the more ruthless she will be in spending money.

Because she can earn more.

Songyue opened the thick parchment roll.

The first page is a painting of a clear young man of seventeen or eighteen years old studying hard under the moonlight, and it actually starts with this.

Songyue felt very strange.

The man in the painting looked the same as the one she saw during the day. The only difference was the aura about him.

From childish to free and easy to calm.

Her jade-like green fingers continued to turn over the parchment.

After a stick of incense.

Close it slowly.

Ling Anbai was a miserable man, he just relied on himself to change his destiny.

Another big reason is that he met an emperor like Xie Zhao, who eliminated scientific examinations in three years so that every student could get the fairest opportunity, instead of concentrating power in the hands of aristocratic families.

Songyue felt extremely excited.

Both of Ling Anbai's parents have passed away, and his parents were very loving during their lifetime. His father was a teacher in a small town, and his mother was ill since she was born, so she has never worked. Although the family is very poor, Full of love and hope.

Later, his parents passed away. He used the money he earned from writing calligraphy and painting for others to pay for the scientific examination in Chang'an City.

Then in the summer of the next year, he rode away from home.

Became the youngest number one scholar in Chang'an City.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is a genius.

And for such a shining pearl, Xie Zhao actually sent people to a remote place like Lin'an. Moreover, there were not many rumors about Ling Anbai in the officialdom. Is it just that such an amazing and talented man was buried?

impossible.

His top pick was approved by Xie Zhao himself.

How could he be buried?

A smile appeared on Songyue's lips, "Ling Anbai, you really surprise me time and time again."

Seizing Ling Anbai is equivalent to seizing the password to future success.

Songyue began to visit Ling Anbai's house more diligently.

Ling Anbai resisted it at first, then accepted it, and then got used to it.

It only took a month to adapt. Songyue was very considerate in taking care of others. She would always think of everything in detail and then do it quietly.

Ling Anbai worked overtime until midnight many times, and Song Yue would come over to deliver soup and medicine.

In return, Ling Anbai also agreed to take her out to play.
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Lin'an City.

grassland.

In the north, which is full of grasslands and deserts, it is impossible not to ride a horse.

Songyue can also ride a horse, but is not proficient in it.

Ling Anbai can only be considered mediocre, but today he brought Songyue to the grassland to experience the feeling of galloping horses.

Song Yue initially complained about his stubbornness, but when she arrived on this grassland, all her complaints began to dissipate. There was really nothing to complain about.

The grassland is wide and abundant with water and grass.

The sky is so low that you can touch it, and the usual flaming clouds here are the most unique scenery.

Songyue laughed happily. She saw Ling Anbai's attendant leading two horses, a tall black horse and a low white horse.

Songyue pointed to the little white horse and asked, "Is this for me?"

Ling Anbai smiled and said, "Yes."

Songyue shook her head: "I want your dark horse. You don't need to take special care of me. I want to give it a try."

Ling Anbai wanted to refuse, but Song Yue insisted, so he let Song Yue get on the tall black horse while he got on the slightly shorter white horse.

Songyue was very unfamiliar with the movements of mounting the horse, and the horse was stumbling. On the other hand, Ling Anbai, who often came to this grassland to race horses when she was bored, gradually became familiar with riding a horse.

But Songyue sat crookedly on the horse.

"what--"

She slid sideways for a moment, and then Ling Anbai supported her.

Songyue patted her chest and said with a smile, "It's so scary."

Ling Anbai said: "Songyue, if you don't know how to ride a horse, don't force yourself. There is a process of learning and adapting. Why don't you still ride my horse?"

Songyue shook her head, "No, I want to ride my horse, but can you sit behind me and teach me?"

Ling Anbai was stunned, "You said you wanted me to teach you?"

Songyue lowered her head and said with a blush, "I'm afraid I'll fall. Can you protect me from behind? I mean, sit here and we can ride a horse."

Ling Anbai didn't know why, but somehow agreed to Song Yue's seemingly rude request.