Through her wet clothes, Song Huiyue felt that Yinxiao had not yet reached the end of her life and had no fever.

"Don't use that leg to force. It's easy to go up the mountain and it's hard to go down the mountain. If you support me, I can still stand firmly."

Yin Xiao leaned up obediently, and the two of them walked down step by step.

"I could carry you four years ago," Song Huiyue sighed, "At that time, you were only as big as a little chicken, but I didn't expect that you were taller than me now."

Yin Xiao had selectively forgotten his little chicken appearance. When Song Huiyue mentioned it, he immediately thought of it in shame.

At that time, he was struggling in the mountains for several days. He was dirty and smelly, dark and thin, and the little chicken looked better than him.

Song Huiyue smiled again and said, "You lied to me that you were a refugee. That year, the Yangtze River flood was the flood. I believed it and carried you back."

Yin Xiao smiled embarrassedly.

This was his first time to deceive Song Huiyue, and it was also his last time.

At that time, he was injured on his body, either being caught or dead in this mountain.

He ran away in fear, and finally he was dying, waiting to die in this vast mountain.

When he was about to die, he used his last strength to climb an old tree and lay on the branch to look at the sky.

The sky is clear and clear, and there is a layer of golden light on the birds' wings, chirping and flying around.

He is very content to be able to get out of the cage and die here.

Just as he was waiting for his death, he heard someone talking under the tree in a daze.

Looking down, I saw a little girl standing under a tree, with her hands on her hips, and talking to him with her head on her back.

"Who are you?"

The leaves cut the sunlight and fell on her face. She narrowed her eyes slightly, with golden light on her eyelashes, and her big eyes were black and bright.

Yinxiao answered her with a helpless answer: "My name is Yinxiao."

"I can't get up, can you get down?" Song Huiyue shouted.

"Yes." So Yin Xiao used his last little strength to roll down from the tree, rolling his hungry, thin, and injured body to Song Huiyue's feet.

Song Huiyue was startled and widened her eyes, feeling that she had been cheated.

Later, Yin Xiao made a client in the Song family and signed a long contract, which took four years to complete.

Song Huiyue became a donkey and finally brought Yin Xiao back to the farm, which scared Mrs. Song and her men.

As Mrs. Song muttered, she took a shower, ate, and applied medicine. She wiped too much medicine. Her swollen head seemed to have been waxed, which was very ugly.

She didn't care. She ate and drank enough, fell asleep, and slept until dark. She slept in her dream and had a fire with the big insect.

Song Qinghui held her head and looked left and right: "Sister, did you get someone to beat me?"

"I let the mosquitoes beat him up," Song Huiyue took away his hand and brought tea to drink. "My grandma, I want to eat the fish sashimi from Yuhu Restaurant. Let's go back to Tanzhou Prefecture tomorrow."

It’s not peaceful to hide here, so why don’t you hide?

Mrs. Song sighed, nodded and asked everyone to pack up.

Just like when he came, the Song family did not cause any trouble when they returned and quietly entered Hengyu Street.

There was no one living in the family for a while and it needed a big change. Mrs. Song and her two concubines wanted to buy things for marriage, so Song Qinghui handed it over to Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue led Song Qinghui to rub the mud balls, and Yin Xiao followed him to watch the two of them and the mud.

"Don't Huang Wenqiu know whether he is honest or not?"

Yin Xiao immediately said: "I'll go inquire now."

Song Huiyue waved her hand with her muddy: "No, you give the knife back to Zhang Xuzhu, be more harmonious."

After saying that, she shook the mud spots on her hand, leaned against the tree trunk, and sat down tiredly.

The soap carving chases the purple swallows, and the fierce tiger eats the lamb.

Huang Wenqiu is a purple swallow, she is a soap devil, but in the hands of the Zhang family, Zhang Xuzhi is a tiger, she is just a little lamb.

Yin Xiao got up and left, came back half an hour later, and said to Song Huiyue: "It's done."

Song Huiyue had washed her hands and ate snacks with Song Qinghui. After hearing this, she asked, "Why did you pay it back?"

Yin Xiao told the truth: "I threw it to the front of the Zhang family's gate, and the manager named Zhan picked it up."

Song Huiyue nodded and continued to eat snacks.

Yin Xiao retreated and guarded the corner gate. He thought that the two Zhang family members chased him just now and asked him to throw one into the ditch with one hand. He did not hurt them, so he should be quite harmonious.

Song Huiyue wasted her time at home and didn't embroider a single thread. After dinner, she changed into Song Qinghui's clothes and went for a walk by the Xiangshui River.

Passing by the street of the royal palace, she turned a blind eye to the royal palace and quietly slipped away.

At this critical moment, even if King Jin became a fairy, she would not dare to come over rashly.

She was blowing the wind by the river with her hands behind her back. The autumn wind suddenly blew, making her sneeze, alarming a pair of wild mandarin ducks.

When the wild mandarin duck saw her, it was like seeing a ghost.

The female duck put on the hat and ran away. The golden bracelet ringed in a circle, which sounded very nice. The golden hairpin on her head shook and flashed Song Huiyue's big eyes, while the Xiong Yuan stood there tremblingly, with her face turning pale.

It turned out to be Huang Wenqiu and Luo Huiniang.

"When did you come back?"

Song Huiyue didn't expect to be so coincidental and replied: "Today."

Huang Wenqiu hurriedly explained: "We did nothing. I came to tell her clearly. I won't meet again in the future."

Song Huiyue smiled slightly and stepped forward: "That's good."

As she stepped forward, Huang Wenqiu retreated, almost fell into the water, barely stood firm, and his face turned paler.

"Don't come over, I can't water!"

Song Huiyue spread her hands innocently: "I just want to take a walk with you. We've settled down and let's take a walk together."

Huang Wenqiu approached her as if she was dead. If he had had one or two loves for Song Huiyue in the past, then he would have only fear for Song Huiyue now.

He even thought about becoming a monk because he was afraid of being slaughtered.

He was extremely afraid of Song Huiyue, but Song Huiyue thought he was very likable and was the best husband.

Not tall or short, not fat or thin, not overly charming or ugly, not overly rich or poor, not stupid but not smart.

He failed and could not become an official.

A perfect clay figure.

The more Song Huiyue smiled, the more frightened Huang Wenqiu became. To a certain extent, he actually shivered.

Yin Xiao followed from afar, watching Huang Wenqiu swing like fallen leaves in the cold wind, thinking that the eldest lady is so powerful that she can scare people to death without using any swords and weapons.

Just as he was about to turn a corner, he was stopped by You Song.

You Song was surrounded by seven or eight idle people, wearing flowers and hats, and Du Lan was slapped in the middle. He was covered in alcohol and lay on someone else's back, looking at Yin Xiao with drunken eyes: "Isn't this Mrs. Song's little tail? Why didn't you be with Mrs. Song today?"

Everyone laughed and laughed. Yin Xiao was about to shake them away when he suddenly saw the King of Jin hiding among the group of people.
Chapter completed!