The sunlight is dim. It rained all night last night. Although the sky is clear now, the long street is still wet.
There were puddles of varying sizes on the bluestone road, and groups of naughty children with their hair in double spiral buns were jumping around in the street for fun.
The carriage slowly passed through the dusk, and the bustling street came into view.
Song Lingzhi and He Ming sat together, and his white fingers lifted a corner of the curtain.
The prosperous capital city came into view, and the haze that had shrouded my brow for days gradually dissipated. The sun was shining brightly on the ground, and the hawkers' calls along the streets were heard incessantly.
There is a faint aroma of roasted chestnuts in the air, sweet and fragrant.
Song Lingzhi asked the driver to stop the carriage, lifted her skirt and stepped on a footstool to get out of the carriage.
He Ming followed along.
Song Lingzhi raised her hand to stop him, her eyes curved, perhaps she still found it hard to believe that He Ming came out of the imperial prison safely.
Song Lingzhi raised his eyes and stared at the man for several more times: "Brother He is waiting in the carriage. I will be back soon."
Chestnuts are sweet and sticky, and Old Madam Song also loved to eat them in the past.
Song Lingzhi smiled, turned around and walked into the sunlight, the warm yellow light lingering on Song Lingzhi's brocade skirt.
He Ming curled his lips silently and watched Song Lingzhi walk away with a smile.
The moment the car curtain was opened, a chill suddenly surged behind me.
He Ming's pupils suddenly tightened, and he took two or three steps back. A gust of wind blew past his ears, and a black shadow pierced through the sunlight and went straight towards He Ming.
The arrow was so sharp that it flew straight over He Ming's shoulder and hit the wall of the car firmly.
She was still in shock, with the astonishment in her eyes still not gone. When her gaze fell upon the small mark on the arrow, a chill rose from her toes.
He Ming felt like he was falling into an icy cave.
Previously, when he was in the imperial prison, the letter that the former Taifu had someone send to him also had such a mark at the end.
He Ming felt a chill all over his body, his eyes widened, and he suddenly pulled open the car curtain.
The sunlight is shining in front of you, and all you can see is a long street crowded with people.
Everyone was smiling, women, children, old and young, and no one had an expression that looked strange.
He Ming looked around the crowd nervously, holding the arrow tightly in his hand.
Although the former Grand Tutor hanged himself to death, the former prince's evil party is still there.
This arrow is a warning.
From the moment He Ming was imprisoned, it would be impossible for him to remain immune.
The sunlight slowly fell into the corners of his eyes, but He Ming could not discern any warmth at all.
As his pupils were in a panic, a petite and frail figure suddenly caught his sight.
Her head is full of pearls and jade, and her bun is piled up like clouds of green.
Song Lingzhi held the sugar-roasted chestnuts in both hands, raised her eyes to meet He Ming's gaze, and walked towards him with her skirt lifted.
There was still a smile in her eyes, but she noticed that He Ming was absent-minded. Song Lingzhi became suspicious and waved his palm in front of He Ming's eyes.
"But what happened?"
The pair of almond-shaped eyes in front of my eyes are very close, clear and bright, without a speck of dust.
The arrow was hidden in his sleeve, but there was no change on He Ming's face, he remained as calm as before.
"Nothing, just came out to get some fresh air. Let's go, grandma must be waiting anxiously."
The gate of the mansion was wide open, and a group of servants and old women stood quietly and solemnly behind Old Madam Song.
Song Hanyuan held his mother's hand and comforted her in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, mother. The prison has already released the person. It will only take about half a quarter of an hour."
Old Madam Song glared at Song Hanyuan, her face full of worry: "I'm not doing this for the child of the He family."