MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 70

  Chapter 70

Song Jiyun stepped forward, saluted Grandpa Song Jiu in a steady manner, and said: "You have come from a long way, first go to the hall to have a cup of tea. Don't worry about Song Li's affairs. People are locked up and someone will guard them for a while. Can't run either."

  Master Song Jiu was a little unhappy when he heard the words, and insisted on going to see Song Li: "I don't see that evil, I feel uneasy!"

  Song Jiyun, however, insisted on asking Mr. Song Jiu to go to the hall to take a seat first: "It's not that I won't let you see, you can drink some tea before we talk."

  Finally, Grandpa Song Jiu took a step back and went to the hall.

Song Jiyun served him tea himself, and ordered the little maid to serve some snacks, and then he told the story in detail, and finally looked at him and said: "Song Li said, what he did, It was all at your instigation!"

  Master Song Jiu was stunned, and said firmly, "Impossible!"

"I didn't expect that either." Song Jiyun took a sip of tea slowly and said, "But what Song Li said is well-founded. When did I talk to you, and when did I do what you ordered? One by one, it's true, people can't help but believe it!"

  Master Song Jiu slowly restrained his anger, and stared at her intently, as if he could find the flaws in her words by doing this.

Song Jiyun let him stare, continued to drink tea casually, and said: "At first, he didn't want to tell me. But I said, if he doesn't tell me, I will sell his wife, children and disciples overnight. Anyway, I don't have a good life, and others don't want to have a good life either!"

  Master Song Jiu lifted up his robe, sat down slowly, and said sarcastically, "So what?"

  Song Jiyun was stunned for a moment before he understood what he said.

  There are still such shameless people in the world!

  She re-examined Mr. Song Jiu, and said slowly: "The mud has been destroyed, the rough has been trampled, do you want to give me an explanation?"

"I think you've been going smoothly these days, don't you know how deep it is?" Grandpa Song Jiu sneered, looking at her with a bit of contempt, "Who am I? A scholar from Liang County, a member of the Song family Old man, let me give you an explanation—go to the government to file a lawsuit, I am a scholar and you are white, I stand and you kneel; open an ancestral hall, I am a patriarch and you are a girl to be married, I stand in Fengxian Hall and you Standing outside Fengxian Hall. I think you don't want the support of your clan anymore!"

  He looked at Song Jiyun from the corner of his eye.

  The fish-belly white gradually revealed in the sky shines on the bluestone steps of the hall, glowing with moist light.

  The window lattice of Song Li's room was also slightly brightened by the fish belly white in the east.

  A little maid came to deliver breakfast to Song Li and the others.

  The person on duty outside the door smiled and said to the little maid: "Why so early?"

  The little girl smiled and said: "I will serve the eldest lady and the ninth master for breakfast later, if you don't bring it over earlier, who will be free to deliver the meal to you later?"

  The guards laughed and said, "It turns out that we are burdensome, eat early and finish early! This girl is too careless with her words."

  The little maid apologized earnestly with a smile, and said, "This food box is for those who are locked inside. Please open the door for me, please."

   "It's not allowed to open the door!" Several guards on duty teased the little maid, "But I can help you in."

  The little servant girl was in a hurry, and said: "Mammy ordered me to deliver it in person. I'm afraid that Mammy will punish me if I ask you about this."

  The guards still teased her a few more words before letting her in.

When she walked in with the food box, she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and warmly greeted Song Li: "Master Song, it's all your favorite food. The steward of our stove personally ordered it. I tasted it and it was all delicious." .”

  Song Li listened, and looked up at the little maid.

  He was imprisoned here. It stands to reason that even if the people in the kiln factory didn't hate him, they would keep him at arm's length.

  This little maid is so close to him!

  Song Li responded indiscriminately, and sent the little maid to wait for the food box outside. He quietly pulled out the silver hairpin on his head and tried it, and found that there was no problem. Then he ate breakfast and thought about the things in the front hall.

   It seems that Song Jiyun was fooled by his words, so he should take his anger out on Song Sanliang.

   He should be able to get away easily.

  Master Jiu and Song Jiyun ate at the same table. Could it be that the two are teaming up?

  Then what should he do?

  Breakfast was a bit salty, Song Li thought, and couldn't help but picked up the teapot at hand and poured a cup of tea.

   This wing room is empty, there is not even a bed, not to mention sleeping, there is not even a teacup if I want to have a cup of tea.

   This pot of tea is still in the food box.

  He drank the whole pot of tea in one go.

   But after he finished drinking, his stomach suddenly felt like it was twisting together, which made him sweat profusely, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

   There was no sound from those on duty outside.

  Song Li was stunned, and then shouted "Help".

   Still no one answered him.

  He clutched his stomach, curled up and continued to shout "Help", but his heart was overwhelmed.

   Specially delivered breakfast, kind maid, unattended wing...someone wants to kill him to silence him!

  His eyeballs were bright red.

  He can't die, he can't let those people do what they want.

   "Come here!" He shouted loudly, "I want to see the eldest lady! I have something to tell the eldest lady about offering sacrifices to white porcelain!"

  *

In the hall, Song Jiyun put down the teacup in his hand indifferently, and sighed: "Master Ninth is getting old after all, and his memory is not as good as it used to be! Scholars are not for life, don't they have to take the annual exam every year? Let alone the clan elders Yes, as long as you have enough seniority, you can change one at any time.

   "As for the support of the clan, why did so many things happen during my father's funeral? Don't you have any idea? Would you mind mentioning the clan to me?"

  Master Song Jiu's face froze.

  How did Song Jiyun know that the scholar had to take the annual exam?

  A little maid trotted in and whispered in Song Jiyun's ear.

Song Jiyun's face was full of surprise at first, then he shifted his gaze to Mr. Song Jiu, then raised his brows, stood up abruptly, pointed at Mr. Song Jiu and said, "I never thought that you are such a person! You came to me to discuss about Song Li, but at the same time, you secretly sent someone to poison Song Li. If you didn't find out in time, Song Li would have died! You are really poisonous!"

  She called out "Zheng Quan" loudly, and said: "Song Li was poisoned by the Ninth Lord's people. His life is at stake. Hurry up and report to the authorities."

   "What did you say?" Grandpa Song Jiu was astonished, and said loudly, "Song Li was poisoned by my people? Impossible! I don't know anyone from the kiln at all!"

   As he said, he went to pull the little maid: "You tell me clearly, what's going on?"

  He has a family business, a wife and children, and a reputation. How could he easily do that illegal thing?

  The little servant girl tremblingly said, "Yes, Master Song said it himself. He said that you poisoned him."

  Master Song Jiu was immediately anxious, thinking that if he continued to ask questions, he would spend too much time talking with this little girl, so he flicked the corner of his robe and rushed out.

   But Zheng Quan blocked the door.

   Behind him came Song Jiyun's leisurely voice: "Master Ninth, where are you going? You are the suspect who poisoned Song Li, you can't leave here!"

  Master Song Jiu took a deep breath.

   "It's you!" He turned around angrily, "Are you plotting against me?"

"I plotted against you?" Song Jiyun was so angry that he said, "There is a cook, there is a little maid, and there is Song Li, they all believe that you are the poison. Now, you should think about what you have to blame on yourself. In Song Li's hands, when we meet with the officials, how can we tell the people in the government about this matter?"

  (end of this chapter)