PFC Chapter 441 His Painting
Chapter 441 His Painting
Song Ruize put Qin Huiyin down and said to her, "You should get some rest early."
"Your hair..." Qin Huiyin pointed at his long, disheveled hair and inappropriate clothes. "Don't you want to change your clothes before going?"
Jiang Qibin was laughing beside him.
Song Ruize looked over sharply, and the latter immediately shut up.
Song Ruize first went back to his room to change his clothes and comb his hair. When he came out again, he had become the serious and majestic commander of the military division again.
"Sister Huiyin, we're leaving first." Jiang Qibin waved his hand and caught up with Song Ruize.
The servant has already saddled the horse.
Jiang Qibin rode on horseback, chasing after Song Ruize, and said jokingly, "Brother Ze, what was with you dressed like that just now? Are you really my Brother Ze? No, I have to check. If you are a fox spirit from some mountain, with your seductive behavior just now, are you trying to suck away our sister Huiyin's soul?"
"Shut up." Song Ruize glared at him.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore."
"What happened at Yuzhu Pavilion?"
"What could possibly happen in a place like that? It's just a murder caused by jealousy!"
After Song Ruize left, Qin Huiyin played in the yard with her maid for a while. She saw that the flowers in the garden were in full bloom, and since it was still early, she cut some flowers and put them in a vase.
Song Ruize's room was not for maids to enter, and it was usually cleaned by male servants. She arranged the flowers, thinking that he would see beautiful flowers when he returned, and personally delivered them to his room.
Qin Huiyin put the vase away and didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, she looked around Song Ruize's room.
She rarely sets foot here.
Although the two are as close as siblings, they are now adults and they still have to maintain strict separation between men and women, so they rarely step into Song Ruize's private area.
There are no extra furnishings in Song Ruize's room. The main idea is to leave it empty if possible, and absolutely not put a bunch of impractical things in it.
There is a book covering the desk, which he probably hasn't finished reading. He will continue reading it when he comes back.
She looked down at the cover, and when she saw the words on it, her eyes were filled with shock.
Aren’t these the storybooks she usually reads?
She took it in her hand curiously, flipped open the front, and found that there were many notes on it. However, rather than reading reflections, they were more like a bunch of questions.
——Why did Li Yingying feel distressed when Yang Sheng pretended to be weak after being injured? Doesn’t this kind of man think being weak is useless?
——The Li family arranged a marriage for Li Yingying, and Yang Sheng climbed over the wall to meet her secretly, but the person outside the door was Li Yingying's fiancé. Isn't this moral corruption?
——Kissing a woman without her consent, isn’t that an act of hooliganism?
Qin Huiyin seemed to see Song Ruize's brows furrowed in confusion when he saw the contents of this book, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Of course she knew that some of the plots were shocking and that many stories didn't make sense, but this was a storybook for women to entertain themselves in their boudoirs. It only needed to provide enough material for women's fantasies. Why would there be so many whys?
Of course, the women of this era did not see as much as modern people, and did not have the ability to distinguish right from wrong. Therefore, some of them were really influenced by the storybooks and deceived by those storybooks that fabricated stories about poor scholars and rich women falling in love, and they really found such a "poor scholar".
Qin Huiyin picked up her pen and wrote: "Don't take these things that just relieve boredom seriously. Brother is a gentleman, so you should act like a gentleman!"
As Qin Huiyin was about to leave, she accidentally knocked over a nearby shelf. She quickly lifted the shelf and put the fallen scrolls back in place. One of the scrolls automatically unfolded, revealing a painting.
A sketch.
Qin Huiyin looked at the young boy in the painting, and the scene of her drawing this sketch for Song Ruize emerged in her mind.
In the blink of an eye, she and Song Ruize have been brother and sister for so many years.
Look, this person is so easy to please that a painting of his has been preserved to this day.
The conditions were very simple at the time and the painting had many flaws, but he preserved it so well and brought it from such a remote rural area to the capital, kept it with him, and had it framed.
Qin Huiyin put the painting back to its original place.
She thought about it, took out a blank piece of paper, and drew the first stroke.
Song Ruize rode back to the Song residence. He saw that the lantern at the door was still lit and the servant who was guarding the door was dozing off, but he woke up immediately when he heard the sound of horse hooves and hurriedly opened the half-closed door.
He handed the reins to the servant and trotted in.
The case just now was difficult. The Military Department had to maintain the scene and wait for the Ministry of Justice to send people over. They also had to cooperate with the Ministry of Justice to investigate the murder, and it was delayed until the hour of Chou.
He stood at Qin Huiyin's door, thought for a moment and decided not to disturb her, then turned around and went back to his room.
As soon as I got back to my room, I immediately noticed something was different.
He lit the candle, and a smile flashed in his eyes when he saw the flower arrangement on the table.
His fingers fiddled with the flowers in the vase, imagining the scene when Qin Huiyin arranged the flowers for him. At this time, he saw the storybook again, and suddenly his eyes flashed with nervousness.
Although the storybook remained in its original appearance, there was an extra note next to it, and the content on the note confirmed his guess - she not only saw the storybook, but also saw the words she left on it.
Would she think she was weird?
Song Ruize was a little annoyed.
But soon, he no longer had the heart to think about it.
He saw the painting placed in the middle of the desk.
This is a painting of him and her.
In the painting, he is teaching her how to ride a horse.
"Yinyin, now that you're in the painting, you can't leave." Song Ruize gently stroked Qin Huiyin in the painting.
The next day, Qin Huiyin heard the sound of boxing practice, walked to the window with sleepy eyes, and looked at the figure outside.
Song Ruize punched the wooden stake in the yard again and again, sweating profusely.
She waved to the maid beside her.
The maid had been waiting there for a long time, but she didn't know when she would wake up and didn't dare to wake her.
At the Song residence, no one was allowed to disturb Qin Huiyin's sleep, and she had to sleep until she woke up naturally.
"When did my brother come back?"
"I heard from Xiao Li, the gatekeeper, that it was already midnight when we got back."
"Ugly hour..."
That is between two and four o'clock.
Is this man made of iron?
Qin Huiyin quickly put on her clothes, tied her hair casually, and went to the kitchen to start making breakfast.
Song Ruize heard a sound behind him, turned around and saw Qin Huiyin leaving quickly.
"Master, the young lady went to the kitchen." The maid explained beside her.
Song Ruize's expression softened: "Yeah."
His gaze remained fixed on Qin Huiyin's direction.
After Qin Huiyin left, he no longer had the heart to practice boxing, so he asked the servant to fetch him some water so he could take a bath and change his clothes.
After he took a shower and changed his clothes, he came to the kitchen and saw Qin Huiyin opening the steamer. He was scalded by the steam from the steamer.
Qin Huiyin was about to rinse with water when Song Ruize grabbed her wrist. He took her to the water tank and scooped a bucket of water to rinse the scalded area.