Chapter 89: There is no return
Seeing Jiang Anning wandering away, Song Yao was afraid that she had gotten into something too sharp and couldn't get out.
"Why don't you want to get married? Don't talk nonsense like this."
"You are still young and there are no such messy things at home..."
Song Yao's eagerness brought back Jiang Anning's distant emotions.
"Sister Song is right, I'm still young."
Jiang Anning looked very teachable and said perfunctorily: "I don't know what will happen in the future."
"Let's not think about things so far away."
"I, now I just want to take care of the things in front of me!"
She changed the topic: "What date has been set for the arena?"
Song Yao originally wanted to say a few more words, but when the person changed the topic, he was still worried about making a brief exchange of words, so he smiled stiffly and simply followed the person's words: "It will be set in seven days."
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Jiang Anning frowned and thought for a while, slightly confused: "It doesn't seem to be a special day?"
Song Yao took a deep breath.
“It’s my mother’s death anniversary!”
"Huh? This..."
Jiang Anning was really shocked, and then apologized: "I'm sorry, Sister Song, I don't know..."
"It's okay."
Song Yao waved his hand magnanimously: "It's not your fault!"
"If you want to blame, you should also blame that bitch Sheng Yuewen. Once he succeeds, his villainous character will be revealed!"
She sneered: "He deliberately wants to disgust me."
Jiang Anning held the man's hand: "Don't worry, sister, but he won't have his way!"
Thinking of another thing, she asked again: "I vaguely remember that the birthday of the apple of Mrs. An's family is very close?"
"Exactly."
Song Yao sighed: "After so many days of back and forth, even if I can get this order back, I'm afraid it won't be done in time."
"But if this list is not taken back, it will only encourage Sheng Yuewen's arrogance."
"If we take it back, if we really can't make it in time, or if something else goes wrong, our Chaohuang Embroidery Shop signboard will be destroyed."
"This matter, in the end, we are still in a dilemma. Sheng Yuewen's purpose of sniffing that bitch has been achieved."
She had a sad look on her face: "I have to admit that when Sheng Yue smelled this fly, it really disgusted me."
Nowadays, after all, we are still in a dilemma.
"Even if we expose the false identity of Lady Lotus next to Sheng Yuewen, making him look so shameless and losing the chance to win the ring, we are not necessarily relieved."
Song Yao was full of bad luck and disgust: "We, Sheng Yuewen, hurt the enemy a thousand times and suffered eight hundred losses!"
Although Sheng Yuewen did not gain anything, they also did not win.
Jiang Anning frowned slightly, feeling that something was not quite right.
"No, no..."
She murmured a few times, her expression becoming more solemn.
"The arena has been prepared in such a hurry, but have you ever said how you will compete at that time? What will be the standard? Does this negate the theme?"
Song Yao was really stunned by her abrupt question.
"This..."
She really didn't read the content on the invitation too carefully.
"Wait a minute, I'll get the invitation!"
Song Yao also realized something was wrong and his face became solemn.
She quickly returned to the room and took the invitation that Sheng Yuewen had left for her when he came to show off his power.
I looked through it carefully twice and found nothing wrong.
"There's nothing written on it, it just mentions the time and place... It's still at his Yuewen Embroidery Workshop. He's really good at putting gold on his face."
Song Yao was full of disgust: "Mrs. An actually allowed this bitch to use her face as a sign."
Jiang Anning was even more curious about the identity of Mrs. An.
It seems that he has quite a status in the eyes of many embroidery shop owners.
"There are probably only two methods for this kind of group competition."
Jiang Anning calmly analyzed: "First, the embroiderers from each family will submit the embroidery that has been embroidered in advance, and then the judges will compare one by one and select the best embroidery. , conduct presentations and awards.”
"The second is that the embroiderers sent by each family to participate in the competition can do whatever they want on the spot and create and complete an embroidery work according to the theme designated by the organizer."
She said: "If it's the second one, it's probably very likely that the theme of this competition is cat play pictures."
Song Yao frowned and thought deeply: "What you mean is that Mrs. An wants to compete with embroiderers from various embroidery studios to find an embroiderer who is the best at embroidering cat pictures to take over the job of embroidering her daughter's birthday gift. Embroidery? ”
"But you have clearly promised her before..." Song Yao's voice paused slightly, and then he was relieved.
It's just words that have been said, not written down in black and white with thumbprints.
Nature can be counted or not.
"Everyone wants the best, and if the best can be obtained at the cheapest price, that would be even better."
Song Yao: "I think Mrs. An also has this intention."
But, she felt something was wrong.
"But if you want to save money, there is no need for Mrs. An to pay a deposit at our embroidery workshop..."
One thousand two hundred taels of silver!
The annual income of her embroidery workshop is barely a fraction at most.
Thinking about it this way, things are a lot unreasonable.
"Maybe it's the first possibility?"
Song Yao frowned, as if deep in thought, and remained silent for a long time.
"I can't tell, it's really..."
Her voice hesitated and wavered, and it took a while before she said again: "Maybe I think too much."
"Did Sister Song think of something?"
Jiang Anning saw the person's hesitation, stepped forward, held the person's hand, and persuaded him softly: "If it doesn't matter, just say it and let's analyze it together."
"Didn't you say before that if our heads are put together, even if we are not smart, we can still be as strong as two-thirds of Zhuge Liang."
"One person is short-term. If two people are together, why not just make up for the long-term?"
Song Yao looked at her and sighed.
"It's not that it's a secret that cannot be told. I just feel a little confused, so I wonder if I'm overthinking it."
She said: "Do you know why I got the opportunity to go to Beijing to present a picture of Buddha and congratulate the Queen Mother on her birthday?"
Jiang Anning shook her head.
At that time, she was still in the village and ignored what was happening outside the window. She only wanted to do embroidery work to earn more money and build a new house for Zhao Hai's family...
“It’s because of Mrs. An’s recommendation!”
Song Yao's words surprised Jiang Anning.
She was surprised: "Mrs. An's recommendation?"
Song Yao said 'hmm' and nodded.
"Mrs. An..."
Song Yao hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice: "She used to be the wife of Jiangning Weaving."
"Huh?"
Jiang Anning's eyes widened, extremely surprised.
"Is it... the Jiang Ning Zhizao who had his head cut off?" Her voice lowered unconsciously, as if she was very taboo. Song Yao nodded: "Exactly."
Jiang Anning was even more surprised: "Didn't it mean that... the beauty she loved the most died suddenly during pregnancy, one body and two lives, and it was related to the clothing materials donated by Jiang Ning Weaving, so the whole family was executed?"
"Who knows."
Song Yao was quite sad: "How can we, the ordinary people, know about the affairs of the big shots?"
"Then the reason why my sister was able to present the Buddha image was because of Mrs. An's recommendation?"
Jiang Anning thought, after all, she was Jiang Ning Zhizao's widow, so it was not unusual to know someone who was responsible for related affairs.
However, Jiangning Weaving has been executed, and it is really remarkable that Mrs. An, as a family survivor, can still be sold out by others.
Unexpectedly, Song Yao's words shocked her even more.
"Exactly."
"Mrs. An accidentally saw the picture of worshiping Buddha in the backyard of the embroidery workshop. She was so shocked that she even asked me many questions."
Song Yao lamented: "At that time, I didn't know much about acupuncture techniques. It can be said that I didn't know anything about it."
"It can also be seen that people are not very happy."
"I originally thought that without such a big customer, this Buddha picture will only be used as a treasure of the store, and it will only look good in vain."
"Unexpectedly, less than half a month later, Mrs. An brought people from the inner court and said that she was summoned to the palace to present a birthday gift to the Queen Mother."
Song Yao: "I was originally surprised. How could the Queen Mother know that I am such an unknown person and ask for a picture of worshiping the Buddha by name?"
"Later, when I was still on the road, I spent a lot of money and managed to get a few inside stories from a young chamberlain, saying that Mrs. An had edited a letter and sent it directly to Tianting."
Song Yao sighed. He looked very frightened.
"You don't know how worried I was along the way."
"I'm afraid that I might get caught up in some whirlpool of disputes, and there will be no return."
Jiang Anning looked stunned.
There is no return...
She suddenly thought of her parents who hurried to Beijing and failed to come back in the end.
Could it be that...the death of my father and mother was also caused by unintentionally getting involved in some big shot's power struggle?
"Sister Song, is the struggle for power really that ruthless and terrifying?"
Jiang Anning asked very uncertainly.
She had never been in contact with any big people, and all she had seen and known was that she was stuck in that remote village. All she had was the notes left by her parents.
There is no way of knowing what kind of bloody storm it was.
"More than ruthless terror?"
Song Yao looked around, lowered his voice, and whispered to others: "I heard that Jiangning Weaving is a victim of the power struggle."
"Think about it, how many people have to go through the tributes to the palace, and how many people have to screen and inspect them before they can be sent to the hands of the nobles?"
"Not to mention, the one who was being favored at that time was so blessed by the Holy Family that everything that could be sent to him was meticulous."
"How could it be such a coincidence that one person was negligent, two people were negligent, and everyone was negligent."
"Let such a piece of clothing hidden with poison be delivered to the noble man."
For a moment, an idea flashed through Jiang Anning's mind that she had no time to grasp.
"Clothes?"
She looked at Song Yao with confusion.
Song Yao said softly: "Yes, isn't it just clothes?"
"But I always feel that this reason is too far-fetched."
"What kind of clothes could have hidden poison since they were made? It is also said that when exposed to heat, it will fumigate to poison. As long as people smell it, they will be poisoned immediately. It's like telling a story in a storybook. How weird. ! ”
"You can't just add those vicious things to the water from the time of dyeing..."
Song Yao's face was full of disbelief: "I see, nine times out of ten, it was Jiangning Weaving who was unlucky and took the blame for someone."
Clothes hide poison.
Taking the blame for others...
Jiang Anning was stunned, and thought of the notes left by her parents, which described how to mix the nux vomica into the juice of Dioscorea spp. to make Dioscorea gauze.
Why is there such a thing recorded in the notebooks of parents?
What kind of work did they come to the capital for?
Jiang Anning was in a panic, and suddenly she didn't dare to think further.
"What's wrong with you?"
Song Yao looked at her pale face and stepped forward worriedly: "Why is your body so cold?"
"No, nothing."
Jiang Anning lowered her eyebrows slightly and quickly calmed down her emotions: "Maybe she's a little bit cold."
She raised her hand and rubbed her arms. It looked like she was really cold.
Song Yao made a sound: "Although it has already entered summer, the water here is not as warm as that in the south of the Yangtze River. The wind in the morning and evening is still very cold and biting."
"It's my fault for dragging you in the yard and talking for so long."
She took the man back to the house, lit the stove again, and cooked a cup of hot tea for her to drink.
Jiang Anning smiled and thanked her, showing a bit of shyness: "It's just me, too greedy."
She was suitably embarrassed: "When I got up and went out in the morning, I still felt a little cold. I didn't want to move a few times, but I felt hot again."
"When those two bites of tofu steamed into my stomach, it became even hotter and made me sweat. When I came back, I was worried about the thinness of my spring shirt and refused to add an extra piece."
"Unexpectedly, after sitting still for a while, I felt cold again."
"That's right. This month, it's either hot now or cold at that moment. It's the time to dress randomly."
"If you are not careful, you will catch the cold."
Song Yao gave her another cup of hot tea. The boiling water made the lid of the pot sway, making a clanging sound.
"Take this and warm your hands."
Song Yao poured hot water into Mrs. Tang, picked a finely crafted condom, put it on, and stuffed it into Jiang Anning's hand.
"Thank you, Sister Song."
Jiang Anning felt the heat that was slightly scalding through the condom. It was as if cold air was running out of her body, and she shivered suddenly.
Song Yao trembled when he saw her, and became even more worried.
"Why is it so cold?"
Although it's a little colder in the morning and evening here in Jiang'an County, it's not so cold, right?
What's more, the sun is already rising high at this moment.
It's still somewhat warm.
"Perhaps there have been too many things recently, and I have been exhausted and exhausted. I have lost both energy and blood, and my body is really weak."
Jiang Anning casually made nonsense of what Wang Shang said.
Song Yao suddenly thought of Zhao Hai's miserable family.
Anyone who meets such a family will be so angry that they will vomit blood.
"Oh, I'm really sorry for you."
Song Yao squeezed the person's hand, feeling very distressed.
She got up and went to the inner room, took out a cloak that she had not worn, and put it on someone else.
"You sit down for now. I'll go ahead and take a look. I guess it's almost time to start fucking people."
Jiang Anning smiled and said hello: "Sister Song, just go and get busy."
(End of chapter)