On the eighth day of the sixth month of the 24th year of Yuanzhen, Tanzhou.

Song Huiyue rode a green horse, dressed as a teenager, wearing a cold hat, a blue gauze shirt, an empty fish basket hanging upside down around her waist, and many mud dots were splashed on both sides of her cloth shoes.

She has an oval face, thick eyebrows and almond eyes, a beautiful nose bridge, and a beaded lips, but her tenderness has not yet faded.

She is 16 years old this year and can be promised marriage, which is logically the age of a matchmaker to break the threshold.

But things in the world are often unreasonable.

Her father Song Qi was originally the chief minister of the King of Jin, and was in the fourth rank. He was in charge of the government and led the officials to report matters to the king.

There is really a bright future.

Ten years ago, when the empress died, Concubine Zhang and her son King Yan Li Yuguang emerged from another army, and suddenly there was a huge change in the court, and Song Qi and King Jin "goed to prison together".

Now the emperor thought about the father and son's relationship, and punished the King of Jin to Tanzhou. The king had made mistakes, so he asked the chief minister. Song Qi was questioned by the emperor and hanged himself in prison.

Song Huiyue, who was only six years old, fled to Tanzhou with the ten-year-old King of Jin, and then let the family move here for ten years.

Wuliang instantly became Wuliang.

Song's mother, Chen, worked hard in this small family, and did not ask Song Huiyue to marry a wealthy family. She just wanted her to marry a good family, so she could have enough food and clothing and live a life of perfection.

She invited the embroidery lady to teach Song Huiyue's female worker.

The thread is alive in the embroiderer's hands, and it looks lifelike when embroidered on satin. It is also alive in the hands of Song Huiyue because it is not under her control.

Song Huiyue feels quite good about herself.

Everyone has their own strengths. Although she is not a female worker, she is able to read and settle accounts, and she also has some skills in punching and kicking, which can be considered both internal and external cultivation.

But others don’t buy her, a tent that is both internal and external. Since ancient times, no lady from a noble family has learned fist and foot skills, unless the man’s family is unthinkable and wants to find someone to beat a man.

In addition, her reputation is beyond her, so her marriage will be delayed on the spot.

Song Huiyue was not in a hurry, but Song's mother was so anxious that she was full of bubbles. She didn't like her and scolded her and could only sneak out to snatch the fish.

Suddenly a strong wind swept across the mountains, and the grass and trees swayed wildly. A towering camphor tree next to the road surging like waves, and the leaves scattered like rain, spreading the ground.

"It's going to rain again?"

The mountain road was rugged and muddy, and dark clouds covered the roof. In an instant, it was another heavy rain. She hurriedly urged her horse to return to Tanzhou Prefecture as soon as possible.

As we were walking rapidly, many mud suddenly rolled down on the hillside not far ahead. Looking around, there were small trees and weeds on the mountain, and the soil was soaked in rain, and the rhizomes were exposed.

Tanzhou has mountains and water, and when the flood season occurs, landslides often fall.

Song Huiyue tied her horse and took a few steps back.

At the same time, a man and a horse galloped in front, ignoring the gravel falling from the cliff, and heading straight for Song Huiyue.

The person who came was short and brown, with a thin figure, and had a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes. He was like a hook at the tail of his eyes. The divine light was hidden inside, which was Yinxiao, the Song family guards' courtyard.

He is two years younger than Song Huiyue, but he has long arms and legs, and his expression is calm, as if he has missed his childhood and has grown up in a hurry.

Song Huiyue narrowed her eyes and watched him pass through the rocks fearlessly and stop in front of him.

Yin Xiao tied the horse and lowered his head: "Master, Huang Wenqiu is here."

Song Huiyue nodded, raised her whip, and ran forward.

As soon as the sand fell from her head, the dust was raised in the sky, and the green horse spread its hooves and passed through it. Then, it seemed like a dragon rolling in the mountains, rumbling, and all the plants, trees, mud and sand were pouring down.

Yin Xiao followed closely behind, rode his horse and whipped it, and a land temple fell completely behind him.

The collapsed soil flooded the mountain road, and there was an extra gap in the mountain.

And Song Huiyue and Yin Xiao have turned a mountain bend.

"Inquiring about your arrival in Jianshan, he went to Jiaozipu House," Yin Xiao caught up with Song Huiyue's horse in the wind, "now sheltered from Chonghua Temple."

He controlled the horse, allowing his voice to penetrate Song Huiyue's ears in the sound of the wind, and preventing himself from crossing Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue turned around and glanced at him.

As her eyes fell on Yinxiao's face, Yinxiao lowered his eyes: "I'll break his legs and he will be honest and obedient."

Song Huiyue still didn't say anything, and rode her horse outside the mountain gate of Chonghua Temple before stopping and rolling off the horse.

Unlocked the empty fish basket, hung it on the horse, inserted a horse whip, and she climbed up the steps: "Go and meet him."

Yin Xiao tied two horses together and followed.

Thousands of mountain winds passed through her, lifting her sleeves high, as if she suddenly had wings and was about to leave the ground.

The sound of bells and bells in front of the eaves is endless.

Chonghua Temple was dilapidated, with all the walls incomplete, and swallow shit was in front of the door, and the door was not locked. Yinxiao stepped forward and pushed the door, allowing Song Huiyue to enter.

In the Zhike Door, an old monk was sweeping water with a bamboo grate. When he saw Song Huiyue and the others coming, he quickly put down the bamboo grate and closed his hands: "Are the two donors here to shelter from the rain?"

There are already clouds in the sky.

Song Huiyue returned a gift: "That's right, please give me some convenience."

Yin Xiao took out a tael of silver and the old monk: "Master, please arrange tea."

The old monk caught it, even put the silver and hands in his sleeves. He thought to himself that the rain was coming just right today. He collected two portions of silver, which was enough for five months to chew, and he could still make up a gamble.

"I'll go make tea now, please come and ask for it."

"Thank you, Master, I will go to see the true Buddha first." Song Huiyue turned around and headed towards the hall.

The hall was dark and unclear. The Buddha sat cross-legged, his hands were covered with dust, and his eyes were slightly closed.

A few extinguished short incense sticks were inserted into the incense burner.

Song Huiyue took out the flint and planned to light the candlelight and burn an incense stick. As soon as she took it out, she heard a cry from the door.

"cousin."

Song Huiyue turned around and looked at the person coming.

At this moment, a lightning blew through the sky sharply and stabbed the dim hall, illuminating Song Huiyue and Buddha's faces white, as if their eyes were open, and their darkness shot towards the coming people.

A flash of lightning passed by, and the thunder "boomed" rose. The person standing outside the threshold shook suddenly, and the umbrella fell to the ground in shock.

The rain of beans hits the mud, connecting the heaven and earth into one.

After the raindrops hit her body, Huang Wenqiu came to her senses and ignored the umbrella and hurriedly stepped in.

He is a gentle and handsome young man with a fair face, a tall scarf, and a plain face. He has a gentle and elegant demeanor when he makes every move.

His cousin is a thousand miles apart with Song Huiyue. If we follow the truth, it will be without a half-money relationship.

Just because Huang Wenqiu's mother's surname is Chen, she met Song's mother Chen while burning incense at Lushan Temple. After a while, she climbed up relatives and took care of her old past, and became her cousin.

He stopped in front of the statue of the monk: "Cousin, I came to see you specifically."

Song Huiyue stood with her hands behind her back and smiled calmly: "My cousin is rich now, and she never sees her aunt visiting her. Yin Xiao said that he has looked for you several times and you will not see her."

Huang Wenqiu felt guilty and frowned, and glanced at Yin Xiao standing in the dark: "I have something to say to you."

Song Huiyue nodded: "Please say it."

Huang Wenqiu could only say clearly: "Yinxiao went outside the door and waited."
Chapter completed!