klisemfg Chapter 728 Chapter 728
Chapter 728 Chapter 728
Song Youan was in pain all over his body and suffered from various injuries, which made him almost unable to move for the whole day. However, he hated the discomfort and even though the doctor told him not to touch water, he still couldn't help taking a bath.
By the late afternoon, the red glow covered half the sky.
It looks like blood, and it makes one's heart tremble.
Song Youan called Baocai and prepared to leave the mansion and return to his own courtyard. Fortunately, Prince Baian passed away recently and there was no trouble in the Music Bureau.
Otherwise, he would have to drag his broken body to work in the Jiaofangsi.
Ever since his face was disfigured, he seldom performed on stage. Now he works as a teacher. Although his fame is not as great as before, he has found a little peace.
only--
He Jiang is becoming more and more of a mess now, and the torture he receives is almost getting worse. To be honest, Song Youan really wants to die.
Baocai was small in stature, and wanted to carry him on his back, but he was also injured, so he was unable to do so.
With the help of the driver, he reluctantly got on the carriage. When passing by Qianweizhai, Song Youan called for a stop and gave the driver some money, "Go buy me some chestnut crisps and walnut almond rice cakes."
The driver chose a spot by the side of the road and stopped.
Just as the driver was leaving, a naughty boy of about twelve or thirteen stood on the wall of the opposite courtyard and threw stones outside. The stones hit passers-by. Some of the more sturdy women pointed at the boy on the wall and cursed him.
"Damn it, your mother must have had an affair and gave birth to a bastard like you. How can a little bitch like you touch my head?"
The harder the old woman scolded, the more arrogant the boy became. The things he threw at him were not only stones and sticks, but also two dead rats.
One of them fell right into the old woman's bamboo basket.
She was so frightened that she threw the basket away. The basket flew and hit in front of Song Youan's carriage. In fact, the flour in the basket also scattered out.
Some of them flew into the eyes of the horses pulling the cart, which was a terrible thing.
The horse's eyes were wide with pain, and it was shredding its throat, its hooves flying, and with a neigh, it was galloping down the street.
Baocai shouted, "What's going on? Coachman!"
He only had time to shout before his body was thrown onto the road, "Baocai!" Song Youan endured the discomfort and quickly grabbed Baocai. They had originally parked the car and the front door was not locked at all. Now the door was flapping back and forth, and if they were not careful, they would be thrown out of the car.
"Sir, hold on tight, I'm fine."
But the people outside were busy, and it was the busiest time for the vendors. Everyone was going home, and there were people coming and going on the road. The vendors were selling their wares.
Suddenly, I saw a horse-drawn carriage galloping towards me not far away on the road.
It was indeed stumbling. There was flour in the horse's eyes, and it could see what was ahead vaguely. After all, it was an animal, so the more frightened it was, the faster it ran.
There was no driver to control the carriage, and it was almost staggering as it ran wildly in the downtown area.
Everyone shouted and dodged.
Some of the slower ones even fell to the ground. Just when they were about to rush to a stall selling fried food with hot oil, a green figure rushed over, grabbed the reins on the horse's head, and jumped on the horse's back, "Whoa! Whoa!"
He repeatedly scolded the impatient and angry horse, and then used all his strength to pull it back as it tried to run forward.
A few more people blocked the horses' way.
After a few moves, the carriage finally stopped.
Baocai was in the carriage, being knocked all over the place, with bruises all over his body, and his little face was squeezed together in pain.
"Sir... Sir, are you okay?"
He was still thinking about Song Youan, but Song Youan just felt that the wound on his lower body had broken again. He reached out and touched it, and it was wet.
The wind blew open the door, and the red sunset glow outside and the bloodstains on his hands seemed to be mocking Song Youan.
He was stunned, not knowing how to speak.
Only when a bearded face appeared outside the door did he put his hands behind his back and said, "Thank you very much...thank you for your help."
Lin Shan was about to scold him, but when he took a closer look, he realized, wow! It’s an acquaintance!
"Mr. Song, was your carriage startled today?"
Do you recognize it?
Lin Shan recognized Song Youan, but Song Youan didn't remember him. He was slightly stunned, but he couldn't change the weakness in his voice, "Forgive me for my poor eyesight, I don't know your name..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice.
"Linshan, are there any injured people in the carriage?"
It’s Pei An!
He quickly grabbed the soft pillow, wiped the blood off his hands, and wanted to get out of the car, but he thought, how can he face people at this moment?
He hesitated again.
Lin Shan looked back and said to Pei An, "Fourth Young Master, this is Pipa Lang Young Master Song's carriage. It looks like there is no driver. I'm afraid the horses are frightened."
Baocai saw that his master was silent, so he quickly spoke in a crying voice.
"You don't know, brave man, our coachman had parked the carriage well, but someone threw something at him and hit his pony, so he ran around recklessly--"
As they were talking, a handsome face suddenly caught the eyes of the master and servant.
Baocai had not been with Song Youan for long and had never seen this young man before, but when he saw the official robe he was wearing, he immediately knew that he was a noble man.
He was immediately at a loss and turned to look at his own son.
Who would have thought that his young master would have an expression more desperate than death.
"Master Song?"
Pei An looked into the carriage. It was a little dark and he couldn't see clearly, but the people sitting upright suddenly slumped their shoulders and hunched their backs when they heard him shouting.
Like being injured?
What Song Youan least wanted to see were familiar people, especially Pei An and Qin Qingdong.
As both were students of the old gentleman, they were both gifted talents, while he himself had fallen into the dust. Deep down, he wanted to avoid them.
But bad luck.
It happened that he ran into Pei An when he was in the most embarrassing situation.
"Youan... meet Master Pei."
It was a desolate voice that almost came from hell. Pei An felt a little strange, "...Where are you going?"
It seems that both the master and the servant are very cautious.
Song Youan lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the man standing in the world, "Youan, go back to the courtyard."
Pei An didn't say much and gave instructions to Lin Shan.
"You help to clean up the mess and send him and his servant back home."
When Lin Shan heard this, he agreed, but hesitated, "Fourth Master, I'm going this way, what about you?"
"It's okay. It's not like I don't know the way. Don't worry." The old lady of the Qin family wished him a happy birthday, but because the funeral of Prince An had not yet been held, she kept it secret.
That is, a few children would gather around a table with the door closed to eat.
But Pei An knew about it and told Song Guanzhou about it. She insisted on going to kowtow to Old Madam Qin, and the couple had made the decision before going on duty this morning.
"I can't slack off on these accounts for a while. Why don't you pick me up at the corner gate after Silang finishes his shift?"