Ji Yunshu replied to Song Zhi's gratitude, "You should be the one who helped us. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have a convenient place to stay."
Song Zhi replied, "It's my duty."
Jing Rong took out a heavy bag of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it into Song Zhi's hand. "Young Master Song, take this money."
'Huh?'
Song Zhi felt his palm burning and quickly withdrew his hand.
"I can't accept it. I can't accept it."
"Just take it."
"I can't accept it, Young Master Jing. You've already helped me a lot. I can't accept this money. Please take it back."
As he spoke, he took a few steps back.
He was afraid that Jing Rong would use force to force him to accept it. Jing Rong said, "To us, this sum of money is just a sum of money. But now that the imperial examinations are approaching, you will need to spend money in many areas. When the time comes, there will also be the court examinations. There will be many areas where you will need to spend money. I'm afraid you don't have much money on you. You can't just tighten your belt and live like this, right? Right now?
This is a crucial period. You can't hold back. This money will help you to have more money so that you can take the examinations in peace. "
He intended to pass the money to Jing Rong again. But Song Zhi was determined not to accept it. "Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Jing, but I absolutely can't accept this money! In fact, I have enough money on me. Young Master Jing doesn't need to worry. Besides, you've left Huyi and will need more money than me. It's better for you to keep it for yourself.
I'll accept your kind intentions. "
Jing Rong refused again and again.
He couldn't force it, so he could only give up.
That night, Song Zhi went to find Ji Yunshu.
Seeing that her door was still open, he knocked on it.
Ji Yunshu was sitting inside, arranging her two sandalwood boxes.
One was filled with paint.
The other was filled with all kinds of dissecting tools.
She saw Song Zhi standing at the door. "Come in." “
Song Zhi entered with a bowl of warm soup.
He placed it on the table and said, "The weather is very cold tonight. Since you have to leave the city early tomorrow morning, I made some warm soup for you. Young Master Ji, you should drink a bowl. You will feel better tomorrow morning."
Ji Yunshu put the knife in her hand into the box and wiped her hands.
He picked up the bowl of soup, "I didn't expect Young Master Song to be so considerate."
"Actually, I'm used to being rough."
Ji Yunshu smiled and took a sip.
It had to be said that Song Zhi's culinary skills were very good, even better than the chefs hired by the mansion.
Song Zhi stared at her without blinking.
Ever since he found out that Ji Yunshu was a woman, whenever he faced her, his heart would always throb.
It made him flustered.
After one more night, Ji Yunshu would be leaving.
There was no need to mention how reluctant he was.
Ji Yunshu did not find it strange that he kept staring at her. Instead, she asked curiously, "I wonder if Young Master Song has a girl in mind?"
Song Zhi had always been a thin-skinned person.
He blushed at the question and lowered his head, "Young Master Ji must be joking. I often deal with books. When have I ever come into contact with a woman?"
"Your conditions are actually not bad."
"Just kidding, just kidding."
Seeing that he was embarrassed, Ji Yunshu didn't continue this topic. She suddenly thought of something and asked, "Actually, there's something I'm quite curious about."
"What is it?"
"It's about you."
"Me?" Song Zhi was flabbergasted and raised a finger to poke at himself.
What was it about him that made her curious?
He was a naked pauper. Even if he flipped his face, it would still be the same.
Ji Yunshu put down the warm water in her hand and said, "In Yiwu, everyone says that you are a gifted scholar. I've also seen your poems. If you claim to be the second best, no one in this world can claim to be the first. With such talent, why did you give up writing poems and switch to writing dramas?"
How come she remembered? This wasn't the first time she asked this question.
Song Zhi sighed, "Let's not talk about the past."
As for the reason, he had never told her.
In the past few years, people kept asking him about it, but he only smiled and didn't say anything.
Ji Yunshu asked again, but to no avail.
Since Song Zhi didn't want to say anything, she could only let it go.
Seeing that it was getting late, Song Zhi didn't want to disturb her anymore. He said a few words of farewell to Ji Yunshu.
Then, he left.
The next day.
Early in the morning, Jing Rong and the others boarded the carriage.
They left without waiting for Song Zhi to send them off.
Before leaving, Jing Rong left yesterday's bag of silver behind.
When Song Zhi found out about it, he was extremely touched and sad.
He held the bag of silver and stood at the entrance, looking in the direction of Gaoding City's gate.
"Have a safe journey."
… …
The cold wind of the winter morning was like a knife, cutting into people's hearts.
It was as if their skin and flesh were being shaved off.
Even so, Gaoding City was still very lively in the early morning. Before the sun rose, many peddlers had already entered the city and set up stalls on both sides of the street.
Along the way, the aroma of hot buns filled the air.
It was a mouthwatering sight.
A plain carriage passed through the busy streets and arrived at the city gate.
However, it was stopped by the guards at the gate.
"The carriage can't leave the city today."
'Huh?'
Lang Po asked from his horse, "Why?"
"There was a strong wind last night. Several trees fell on the official road, and the hillside also collapsed. There's water everywhere. We can walk, but the carriage can't."
They couldn't leave without a carriage.
Lang Po didn't know what to do.
He looked at Jing Rong through the curtain and asked, "Young Master, what should we do?"
Jing Rong lifted the curtain and looked ahead.
His eyebrows were knitted together. "It seems that we can't leave today."
Lang Po asked, "Should we go back?"
Jing Rong raised his hand. "There's no need to disturb Song Zhi. We'll find an inn and stay there until the official road is cleared."
"Yes."
With that, the carriage turned around.
Lang Po found a nearby inn and stayed there.
Everyone alighted from the carriage and asked for a few rooms.
When Ji Yunshu went up the stairs, she bumped into a man who was rushing down the stairs.
She felt pain in her shoulder and fell backwards. Fortunately, Jing Rong was standing behind her and supported her shoulder and waist.
At the same time, something fell from the man's clothes.
"Clang!"
The sound was very loud.
He looked and saw a dagger falling beside Ji Yunshu's feet.
The man quickly bent down to pick it up and put it in his sleeve.
Then, he went downstairs.
Ji Yunshu couldn't help but frown.
She was curious.
The man was wearing a scholar's robe and a scholar's cap. At a glance, she could tell that he was an official who came to participate in the imperial examinations.
But he was obviously a scholar, so why would he carry a dagger on his body?
Moreover, an ordinary scholar would have calluses on their fingers when holding a brush. But when the man picked up the dagger, Ji Yunshu noticed that the calluses were on his palm!
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