After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Wen Chu was so frightened by the powerful voice that her legs trembled and she could only stop.

Song Lin strode forward, grabbed her arm, and shouted, "Who are you and why are you eavesdropping here?!"

Wen Chu felt pain in her arm. She looked at Song Lin, who looked as if he wanted to skin her alive and eat her alive. Then she thought of what she had just heard and felt that her death was not far away.

Song Lin was a very intimidating person. Wen Chu had met this man's father, the late Prime Minister. Although he was strict, he was not like Song Lin. Moreover, Song Lin's son Song Yusheng was not like this either. How come Song Lin was caught in the middle and gave birth to a child who looked like he wanted to destroy the world?

Wen Chu was so shocked to see him like this that the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

Fortunately, within a few breaths, Song Yusheng's voice came from behind, "Stop."

His voice was as cold as ice, but just these two words made Song Lin loosen his hand.

It was really against the rules and etiquette for Song Yusheng to say such words to his father, the head of the Duke's Mansion.

Song Lin said, "Do you know who you are talking to when you said 'stop' today? Although I am not a loving father, I have brought you up step by step. Are you not even willing to pretend now?"

Song Yusheng ignored his words and calmly pulled the frightened Wen Chu behind him.

He said, "What? Even if I tell my father, he can just whip me as before."

The wind rustled the leaves in the yard, and it seemed that it was going to rain. The bright sky in the afternoon was suddenly swallowed up by the blue clouds rolling in from a distance. Song Lin's eyes seemed to be filled with anger, but Song Yusheng didn't give him a chance to vent.

He said quietly, "Father, please come back early. It looks like it's going to rain."

Song Lin did not respond to his words, but pointed at Wen Chu behind him and said, "She heard everything today, do you want to keep her?"

"She is mine. If she heard it, then she heard it. What's the harm?"

Suddenly a drop of rain fell from the sky and hit Wen Chu's face, and her uneasy and fearful mood was suddenly wiped out.

Song Lin was helpless after hearing what Song Yusheng said. Was he really going to beat him? Since he was not afraid of being heard, he could not control him and was too lazy to care. Song Lin finally left in anger.

Song Yusheng turned around and looked at Wen Chu who was lowering his head, but in the end he didn't say anything. Seeing that the rain was about to get heavier, he turned around and walked into the house.

Wen Chu saw him enter the house and followed him.

She knew that she had heard too many things that she shouldn't have heard today, and she didn't know how Song Yusheng would deal with her.

The wing room of the Dali Temple is very simple. When you enter the room, you can see two sets of mahogany tables and chairs, one set facing each other on the left and right sides. There are two chairs on each side of the table, which is probably used for meeting guests. In addition, the main seat in the wing room is a rectangular mahogany table, which is matched with a carved mahogany chair, and a pile of documents are placed on it. There is also a plaque hanging above the table, with four large characters "Be fair and just" written on it.

Song Yusheng did not sit back at the desk where he handled official business, but sat at the table where he usually met guests.

He signaled Wen Chu with his eyes to take out the food from the lunch box. Wen Chu understood and took action quickly.

Song Yusheng didn't mention what happened just now and just started eating.

The rain outside was really getting heavier. It was a rainy summer day, hot and stuffy, and there was a hint of dust in the air.

After the meal, Song Yusheng put down his chopsticks and cleaned his mouth.

He looked at Wen Chu and found that she was sweating on her forehead, so he asked, "Aren't you hot wearing so many clothes?"

Even in such a summer, Wen Chu still wears thick clothes. When she lived in Zhaojia Village, she and Father Wen didn't have much money, and even the winter clothes were thin and couldn't keep people warm. If Wen Chu was poor and didn't have money to wear thick clothes, she would be able to resist the cold and survive winter after winter. But now that she has money to wear good clothes, she will wrap herself up even in the hot summer, as if she wants to make up for the cold she suffered in the past few years.

In fact, Wen Chu didn't really feel hot, but because of the panic in his heart, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her face and said, "It's not hot."

Song Yusheng did not continue the topic. After such a long time, he finally asked about what happened just now. He looked up at her and asked, "Did you hear everything?"

Wen Chu did not dare to lie about this matter. She nodded honestly, then suddenly knelt on the ground with her head pressed tightly against the ground. She said, "I will definitely forget all these words! My Lord, just pretend that I have never been here today!"

"If I really don't like these things, you definitely won't survive today, but you're lucky that I don't." Song Yusheng had a faint smile on his face, as if he thought Wen Chu's behavior was ridiculous. He continued, "So, if you heard it, just listen to it. There's no need to worry about whether you live or die."

Song Yusheng just wanted her to deliver a meal, and he didn't want her to witness such a scene. However, it didn't matter if she heard it, he didn't care about these things.

Just as he said just now, if you don't want others to know, then don't do it.

Since he did all these and behaved improperly, it didn't matter if he was discovered.
He didn't bother to cover it up.

Hearing Song Yusheng say this, Wen Chu stood up and secretly glanced at Song Yusheng's expression. Seeing that what he said did not seem to be false, he was completely relieved.

There was a heavy rain outside, and some of the rain was pouring into the house. Song Yusheng stood up and closed the doors and windows himself. He said, "It's raining a bit too hard. Stay here and go back with me tonight."

Wen Chu had already stood up. After hearing this, she didn't dare to refuse. She didn't think much about it and agreed.

Song Yusheng stood in front of the lattice window, looking through the gap in the window at the continuous heavy rain outside. He suddenly said, "I remember the day you left me behind, it also rained this hard."

Wen Chu:.
She was a little speechless. It had been more than a month, why was he still talking about it? It was not over yet, was it?

So it is better to offend a gentleman than a villain. She finally understood that Song Yusheng was a real villain. She should not make friends with him. If she betrayed him once, he would complain about it for the rest of his life. She was afraid that when he died of old age, he would suddenly remember this and scold her again.

Song Yusheng didn't want to delve into the matter further. After he said this, he didn't continue talking, but just turned his head and looked at her.

"So now you've seen clearly what kind of person I am, will you still run away?"

His voice is like spring water hitting rock, clear and bright.

When Wen Chu heard this, he stood there in a daze.

Will you run again? Actually, it is asking if she dares to run again.
He is like a madman. How can she have a good ending if she stays with a madman? How can she be willing to stay with him?

Seeing that she didn't answer, Song Yusheng laughed, walked closer to her and said, "After you sold me out that day, I really wanted to kill you. But I thought, after all, you are my savior. Although you have been lying to me and have always had plans for me, I think you saved me after all and treated me well. If I really had to kill you, I still couldn't bear it."

Why else could he not kill her? It was simply because he had a thought and couldn't bear it. He didn't know why this happened, maybe because she had saved him before? When everyone treated him like dirt, she was the only one who approached him, and she was the only one who carried him on her back and took him home.

Although she abandoned him later, just like thousands of others who had abandoned him.

But he always couldn't help it.

He couldn't help but have inappropriate thoughts about her again and again. These thoughts made Song Yusheng feel unfamiliar and strange. However, since the last time they did that in the clean room, the emptiness was filled, the anxiety was soothed, and he and she seemed to be integrated into one.

But he later discovered that the person who had such thoughts again and again seemed to be only him from beginning to end, and she had never noticed anything.

Wen Chu was so shocked by these words that she couldn't say a word. She knew that after she betrayed Song Yusheng, he might really want to kill her at that time, but when these words came out of his mouth, it was even more frightening.

Wen Chu watched him getting closer and closer to him and couldn't help but step back.

Song Yusheng held her shoulders to prevent her from retreating. He was very close to her, and that perfect face was right in front of him.

It was this banished immortal look that made Wen Chu so frightened that he couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing that she still refused to speak, he continued, "What are you afraid of? Don't be afraid. You will always stay by my side, right?"

Song Yusheng stroked her face with his hand. His tone was calm, but in Wen Chu's ears it sounded a bit crazy.

The jade-white finger bones felt like swords, causing Wen Chu's face to sting painfully.

Wen Chu opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he heard Song Yusheng say, "Don't say anything that makes me unhappy."

Obviously a warning to her.

It was as if if she just said "no", he would really kill her today.

She didn't want to make a promise of never giving up in her life, but what else could she say now? She saw that Song Yusheng was in a bad mood and didn't dare to annoy him.

She opened her mouth, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, "No, no."

Song Yusheng smiled with satisfaction, but still refused to let it go, "What can't you do?"

Wen Chu didn't know that Song Yusheng was so shameless that he had to force her to say these words.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I will never leave the prince in this life."

Weird.

Wen Chu couldn't wait for June 30th, the day of turning point mentioned in the hexagram.

She could no longer bear Song Yusheng, who was having problems from time to time.

Song Yusheng's thumb covered her lips, without any evil intentions, just pressed it as if to warn, "Chu Niang, remember what you said today. If you are found out, I really... I really don't know what I will do."

The rain was particularly heavy today, with thunder and lightning. When Song Yusheng finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck, and his face became even gloomier and uncertain.

Wen Chu brushed his hand away and said sullenly, "I know, don't say anything more."

Seeing her like this, Song Yusheng didn't say anything else. After all, he had already warned her.

Song Yusheng went back to handle official business, and Wen Chu sat on a chair beside him waiting for him. During this time, she was too bored, and seeing that Song Yusheng was busy with official business and had no time to take care of her, she simply lay on the table and took a nap.

She seemed to have slept for a long time, during which time she felt someone picked her up, but she was too sleepy in the afternoon. Besides, she had to get up so early every day, and now that she had closed her eyes, she didn't know how long she had been closed.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the couch inside. This was a compartment separated by a green gauze cabinet, probably a place for Song Yusheng to rest.

Because there seemed to be the smell of Song Yusheng on the bed.

Song Yusheng's clothes always have a faint scent of sandalwood, which can only be smelled when you get close.

She thought of Song Yusheng's obsessive-compulsive disorder, so she quickly got up and wanted to clean up the place, so that he wouldn't cause trouble again when he slept there.

However, as soon as she stood up, she found something was wrong.

She looked at her feet and found that not only had her shoes been taken off, but why had her footwear been taken off as well?
It's easy to guess that it was Song Yusheng who did it.

Just at this moment, perhaps Song Yusheng noticed that she stood up and walked inside. He happened to see Wen Chu staring at her bare feet in a daze.

He said calmly, "The dirty footwear will stain the bed. You know, I have a mysophobia."

Wen Chu said directly: "You despise me so much, why do you want me to lie here? I can sleep fine on the chair." Even though the people in this dynasty are open-minded and there are no exaggerated barriers between men and women, "enough" for women has always been something that only husbands can see. How could he do this?

Song Yusheng said coldly: "Why are you reacting so strongly? I didn't do anything. Besides, I've seen what I should and shouldn't see. There's really nothing to hide from you. Or do you still want to marry a husband?"

Otherwise, would she really accompany him for the rest of her life and be his maidservant for the rest of her life? Was he mentally ill, or was she?
After hearing him repeating the same old things again, Wen Chu didn't want to pay any attention to him anymore and just put on his shoes and socks.

After getting down from the ground, she didn't even bother to make the bed. Let him dislike it, it was he who insisted on putting her on the bed, not her begging him to do so.

Fortunately, Song Yusheng did not dwell on this matter any further, and the two of them walked out of the cubicle one after another.

The sky was gradually getting dark, and the rain outside was still falling, but it was lighter than before.

Song Yusheng's affairs were almost dealt with, so the two of them returned to the Song Mansion.

*
Over there in Chengde Hall, Qi Ziyuan's mother, Madam Qi, and Madam Song were sitting together chatting.

Because Song Liqing deliberately said that she was interested in Qi Ziyuan in order to be angry with Song Lide last time, Madam Song took it seriously and even sent an invitation to invite Qi Ziyuan's mother to come to her house.

She arrived at noon. Mrs. Song had set up a stage in the garden and invited her to watch a play, but the plan was disrupted by the sudden heavy rain, and Mrs. Qi was also trapped in the Song Mansion by the heavy rain.

The ladies of the noble families often gathered together, just as the mistresses of the various banquets were held by the mistresses, so it was natural for the ladies of the noble families to interact with each other. Madam Song had met Madam Qi at banquets a few times before, and they were quite good friends.

Otherwise, if he had never met the person before or spoken a word to him, Doctor Song would not have been embarrassed to just invite him to his house.

The two ladies were both first-rank imperial ladies, so they had a lot of common topics. It was a happy occasion for them to sit together on the main seat and chat about everything. It was a pity that Song Liqing, who was sitting next to them, felt overwhelmed after listening to their words. He regretted what he said that day because he was quick to speak.

If she had known what would happen today, she would never say anything good about Qi Ziyuan.

Mrs. Qi would mention Song Liqing from time to time and ask her to join in the conversation. Song Liqing was afraid that if she showed any unbecoming behavior, she would be scolded by her mother, so she stayed there the whole afternoon, nodding and smiling from time to time when Mrs. Qi mentioned her.

The two ladies had one thing on their minds, which was their sons' marriages. No matter how things changed, the topic remained the same, and as they talked, they ended up returning to this topic.

Madam Song said, "Listen to this. If I tell anyone about this, will anyone believe it? My child is already 22 years old, and he still refuses to get married. When I tell him about this, he just avoids me. How can a mother not be anxious?"

Madam Qi talked about this topic, and she felt that they had met too late. The two ladies held each other's hands, their eyes full of tears. Madam Qi said, "Yes, how can I not be anxious! Other children's children can write and run at this age, but I only have two sons in my family. The older one is worry-free, but the younger one won't listen to anything I say!"

Song Liqing was listening nearby and thought that Madam Qi was exaggerating. Even if she got married and had children at the age of 18, she couldn't be said to be able to write and run now.
"Who said it wasn't? But at least you still have an older son who you can worry less about. My little daughter has always been restless. I've never seen her praise anyone. Even her brother is not worthy of mention in her mouth. But that day, when she mentioned General Qi." Madam Song wanted to talk about Song Liqing, but she was afraid that she would be embarrassed, so she leaned close to Madam Qi's ear and whispered.

Madam Song told Madam Qi what Song Liqing had said that day.

Madam Qi actually understood Madam Song's thoughts when she invited her to the opera. When she heard Madam Song say this, she understood the whole story. It turned out that Song Liqing praised her son a few times, which made Madam Song pay more attention.

The Song family was of high status, and they were also a noble family. If they could really become relatives, it would be the best.

"Very good, very good. I think Liqing likes it very much. If Liqing is willing, it would be great!" Madam Qi suddenly thought of something and continued, "Oh, you see, you originally asked me to come to your house to watch a play today, but the sky shed tears for some reason, so I didn't get to watch many performances. How about this, in a few days, my husband will hold a polo match in the suburbs of Beijing, you can bring Liqing and Qi'an with you."

Madam Song asked, "What day is it? If Qi'an is on leave, I will take him with me."

Madam Qi said, "It will be around June 30th!"

After the two of them talked about this, the rain outside happened to stop, so Mrs. Qi left the Song Mansion.

After Madam Qi left, Song Liqing hurriedly said to the eldest lady, "Mother! What I said last time was just to piss off Song Lide, how can you take it seriously!"

The eldest lady glanced at her calmly, "Now that I have already made an agreement with Madam Qi, what else can I do? Besides, are you really willing to let Song Lide and General Qi get married? Will you feel relieved to see her get well?"

When Song Liqing heard this, her eyes widened and she retorted, "Even if I am unwilling, what can I do? I can just talk nonsense. Can it really make me and Qi Ziyuan get married?"

Song Liqing is not stupid, and he would not get himself involved just to be angry with Song Lide.

But Madam Song would never listen to her. Both ladies had their own considerations and thoughts. Madam Qi thought Song Liqing was good, and Madam Song was also fond of Qi Ziyuan. Besides, the Qi family was the maternal family of the crown prince. If the crown prince ascended the throne in the future, the Qi family would naturally rise with him.

She didn't care what Song Liqing thought, she just said: "Anyway, just be honest and don't worry about your marriage. As your mother, I will naturally help you keep an eye on it. Don't look down on this one and that one. Qi Ziyuan is much better than those young masters in Kyoto. You can't see any other tricks."

*
When Madam Qi returned home, Qi Ziyuan was already waiting for her. As soon as she stepped through the hanging flower gate, she saw Qi Ziyuan's figure.

Qi Ziyuan hurried forward and asked, "How is mother? Have you invited them to the polo match?"

Qi Ziyuan had always wanted to meet Wen Chu, but she was now in the Song family. No matter what he did, he could not stir up any trouble in the Song family. If so, he might as well find a way to get her to the Qi family. After he knew that Madam Qi was invited by Madam Song to come to the house today, he came up with this idea, inviting them to play polo on the Qi family's territory, and then he would naturally find a way to meet her.

Madam Qi didn't know why he was so concerned about this matter, and was so anxious that he came to arrest her right here. After thinking about it, she came to a conclusion. At this point, she looked at Qi Ziyuan with some surprise and said, "You have let her go now?! Are you interested in the Third Miss Song now?"

Otherwise, why would he be so eager to invite them over?
She was still worried. Even if Song Liqing liked her son, her son was a fool and was probably still thinking about the dead person. Mrs. Qi was afraid that he would not be able to see the truth at first. If he was also interested now, it would be a coincidence.

Qi Ziyuan didn't know why his mother thought of this, but he didn't refute it. If she really thought so, then he could get in touch with the Song family more often, so that he might have the opportunity to see Xiaoxi more often.

He swallowed his words of rebuttal. Mrs. Qi was overjoyed when she saw this, and her heart was filled with joy that her son's marriage was finally settled.

*
It rained for more than ten days that day, and the continuous summer rain made Kyoto even hotter.

The second day after the summer solstice was a sunny day with no clouds in the sky. The rain had finally stopped today, and the entire Yuhui Hall courtyard was filled with a fresh scent after the rain.

Song Yusheng used the brocade he had brought back from the palace some time ago to make clothes for the two maids. Today, the clothes maker just happened to deliver the finished clothes to their door.

Wen Chuben and Chenxiang were sitting in the yard chatting when they saw the guards at the door bringing over two sets of clothes.

The intricate dark patterns on the brocade sparkled in the sunlight. Wen Chu touched the clothes and found the material to be indescribably comfortable.

She sighed, "Chenxiang, your master's maid is treated like this. She can even wear Yunjin."

Chenxiang also liked this brocade very much, but she also understood that this fabric was tributed from Jiangnan, and the concubines in the palace might not be able to wear it. Although the prince had never treated them harshly and was generous to them, he was not generous enough to let the maids wear brocade.

It's easy to imagine that this time it was all thanks to her.

Chenxiang was naturally only thinking these things in his heart, and he just casually responded to Wen Chu's words.

After taking the clothes, the two went back to the house to put them away. Wen Chu didn't understand. It was already June 22nd, and there were only eight days left until the 30th, so why was there still no movement? What day was the 30th?
She had already prepared everything, and her luggage had been hidden in the closet without being moved.
All is ready except for the opportunity.

But she thought that there were secret guards watching her in the dark, and her every move might arouse their suspicion. If this was the case, she had to be extremely careful, otherwise, if she made one wrong move, she knew she might fall into an irretrievable situation.

Before she saw Song Yusheng's true face, she was not like now, she didn't care too much and just ran away if she wanted to. But now she understood clearly that Song Yusheng was a kind and friendly person on the surface, but he could stab you in the back and still smile and watch you die.

Moreover, she had said those disgusting words about never parting for the rest of her life under his coercion that day. Song Yusheng was so petty that he would probably remember these words until his death.

After lunch, Wen Chu hid in her room again. She didn't dare to go anywhere else in Yuhui Hall. She only dared to stay in her own room. Otherwise, she would go to the yard to chat with Chenxiang.

Apart from that, there is nothing more to do.

Just after staying here for a month, Wen Chu felt like his life was coming to an end.

Another afternoon passed quickly like this. In the evening of that day, just when Song Yusheng was about to get off work, someone came to Yuhui Hall.

She is the cousin of the Song family, Huang Ruotang.

Wen Chu originally estimated that Song Yusheng would soon be off duty, so he and Chenxiang waited in the yard. However, before Song Yusheng came back, they heard a woman crying coming from the door.

They both looked over and saw that it was Song Yusheng's cousin.

She was crying with tears in her eyes, looking very sad. Wen Chu and Chenxiang looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

Although they didn't know what happened, they knew that someone was looking for Song Yusheng when they saw him coming to Yuhui Hall. Wen Chu thought that Huang Ruotang and Song Yusheng had a good relationship, so he didn't dare to leave her alone at the door. Seeing that she was crying so sadly, he hurried to welcome her in.

The guard at the door wanted to stop them, but Wen Chu leaned over and whispered, "Your master has a very good relationship with this cousin. If you stop her from coming in, you are asking for your life!"

The guards only do their job. Song Yusheng has ordered that no outsiders are allowed to enter Yuhui Hall, and this cousin is no exception.

But he hesitated for a moment when he heard Wen Chu's words. This cousin was crying so sadly, what should he do if something really happened?
The guard was in a dilemma for a moment, not knowing what to do. Fortunately, Song Yusheng came back at this time.

Huang Ruotang first said "Thank you, Miss" to Wen Chu, then moved to Song Yusheng, bowed, and called, "Cousin."

Her voice seemed to tremble a little because of crying.

Her long eyelashes were full of tears, as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water. After seeing Song Yusheng, she seemed not to want to make people worry, so she swallowed her grievances and wiped her tears with a handkerchief. However, it seemed that she could not stop the tears and they kept flowing out of her red and swollen eyes. Crystal tears hung in the corners of her eyes, emitting light like beautiful jade.

Every move she made was extremely graceful, and even Wen Chu, who was watching from the side, felt a little distressed.

Song Yusheng looked at Huang Ruotang who was crying sadly, and asked in a gentle voice: "Cousin, why are you so sad? Come in and tell me what you want to say."

Huang Ruotang bit her lip, raised her head slightly to look at Song Yusheng, and then nodded.

She had calculated that this direction would best show her fragility and beauty. She was very confident in her appearance and did not believe that any man could escape such a trick.

But Song Yusheng didn't even look at her. After saying this, he went straight inside. He only glanced at Wen Chu when he passed by her.

Wen Chu didn't know what she had done wrong again. Had she offended him? Otherwise, why was he looking at her for no reason?
She didn't think much about it, came to her senses and quickly followed.

Huang Ruotang didn't expect that Song Yusheng didn't even look at her. She was distracted for a moment and unconsciously used force on her mouth, even biting her lips.

The smell of blood brought her back to her senses a little, but she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

It was always like this, no matter how delicate and artificial she was in front of him, she could never get him to look at her in a different light. Although he treated her kindly, it might just be because she was his cousin, or maybe it was just because he was just like that, treating everyone like that.

She could sense that Song Yu had never had any so-called love between a man and a woman since she was born.

But she was unwilling to accept this. She was so close to him, how could she accept this?

Even though she was crying like that in front of him, he never even looked at her, but even if the little maid was standing there, he would turn his head to look at her.

She was obviously his cousin, so they knew each other when they were young.

how so?

She watched people walk in and without thinking any more, she hurriedly followed.

(End of this chapter)