Like falling into an icy cave.
A chill rose from the tip of his toes, and Song Lingzhi's eyes were wide open with horror, as if he had seen a ghost.
…How could that be.
She staggered, unable to understand why Shen Yan appeared in her father's yard and was welcomed back by her father as his savior.
His hands and feet were as cold as ice. In the room, there was an elephant-trunk three-legged gilded enameled copper basin burning with golden charcoal, which was warm, but Song Lingzhi could not sense it at all. He only felt cold to the core.
After walking two or three steps back, he suddenly heard a scream from behind. It turned out that the little maid holding the tea tray accidentally bumped into Song Lingzhi, and the scalding hot tea spilled all over the floor, and Song Lingzhi's feather satin double-collared jacket was also stained with some tea.
The fragments fell all over the ground, but fortunately she was not hurt at all.
The little maidservant cried anxiously, knelt down and begged for mercy.
Just then Qiuyan and Baizhi arrived. Song Hanyuan waved his hand and said, "Help the girl down quickly and change her clothes. In this weather, if she catches a cold, I don't know what the old lady will say."
After saying this, he turned around and looked at Shen Yan. Song Hanyuan bowed and said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh, sir. This is my little girl. I spoiled her in the past."
The brocade screen stood there, and the residue on the ground had already been swept away by the maids.
Shen Yan had his hands behind his back, wearing a dark blue brocade robe with a pattern of clouds and auspicious patterns woven in gold, looking cool and noble. His left hand was injured and wrapped in layers of gauze.
Shen Yan's eyes were indifferent, his thin eyelids were lifted, and he looked slowly in the direction where Song Lingzhi left.
Thoughtful.
…
There was the sound of soft music in the warm room. Old Madam Song was sitting on a chaise longue covered with scarlet fur, holding Song Lingzhi with one hand, while listening to Dong Hai who was kneeling below her.
Hearing that Song Hanyuan encountered danger on his way home and that the bandit looked ferocious and vicious, the master, servants and women in the house all gasped at the same time.
Dong Hai had always been a servant of Song Hanyuan, so he was naturally smart and clever. He smiled and said, "Fortunately, our master is a lucky man, and he didn't let the bandits succeed."
Old Madam Song covered her heart and chanted "Amitabha" several times. She then asked someone to open the Buddhist hall, light Tibetan incense and spread a red felt so that she could kneel down and worship later.
Madam Song: "Have you arranged a place for Master Yan to stay?"
Song Lingzhi raised his head suddenly.
Yan, Yan, Shen Yan.
When he was out, Shen Yan would naturally not show his true face to others, and in front of Song Hanyuan he would only address him as Master Yan.
Dong Hai knelt on the ground: "The master asked me to clean up the West Garden and assigned a dozen servants to serve."
Madam Song nodded and said, "That's right. Master Yan is your benefactor. Tell them to serve carefully. If there is any mistake, I will not forgive them easily."
Dong Hai responded with a "yes", kowtowed again, and then quietly left.
Song Hanyuan escaped danger and returned home safely, and everyone in the mansion was rewarded.
Hearing that Song Lingzhi had just rushed to Song Hanyuan's courtyard in a hurry, Old Madam Song did not ridicule her, but felt sorry for Song Lingzhi: "I heard that girl bumped into you, are you okay? No injuries?"
Song Lingzhi pursed her lips and shook her head. Ever since she met Shen Yan, she had been feeling uneasy. She felt as if the pervasive suffocation from her previous life had swept over her again, following her like a shadow, wrapping her up.
Shen Yan lived in Xiyuan, just separated from Song Hanyuan's courtyard by a wall.