At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he could only lie down for a few days. He borrowed more than ten volumes of books from Min Chi one after another and sold them out after finishing reading, making a handsome profit.

  Five days later, Song Chu Er had basically recovered, and Min Chi's book was left with only three volumes.

  The spring breeze had a hint of warmth, and the person who was blown by it felt soft and sleepy all over. Song ChuYi sat on the corridor watching Zhao YiLou practice his swordplay, and soon fell asleep.

  She didn't know how long she had slept, but when Song Chu opened her eyes, she found that Zhao Yilou and Bai Ren were already gone. Beside her sat a man in a gray robe, Min Chi, staring at her intently.

  On a warm spring day, that familiar face looked gentle and focused, with black eyelashes casting shadows under her eyes, making her gaze seem deep and distant. It was as if they had returned to a long time ago when they sat in the small courtyard of Yang City, where he also looked at her like this.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, there was a momentary lapse in attention, and in an instant, it returned to normal. A sly smile floated onto his face, "You admire me so much?"

  Min Chi furrowed his brow, "Song Huaijin, where have all my books gone?!"

  Song Chu looked at his expression carefully and hummed, "Since you already know, there's no need to ask further, right?"

  "I thought you'd come up with some clever trick to get back at me, but it's just this petty move!" Min Chi said with a cold laugh.

  In Song Chu Yi's memory, Min Chi was not often angry, and the Min Chi in front of him was the same. Song Chu Yi guessed that he was so gritting his teeth because the books that were sold were very important.

  "Hmm, you may not know me very well. While swift revenge is great, I won't give up the chance to make things difficult for others either." Song Chu looked at him with bulging veins on his forehead, adjusted his collar and shrank his neck saying "Don't look at me with such a hungry gaze, if you really can't help yourself around me, I can reluctantly satisfy you once. But I won't be the one below"

  This remark would be nothing if a woman said it to a man, but the problem is that in Min Chi's eyes, Song Chu was a man!

  "Huang Huijin!" Min Chi was already on the verge of furious rage

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one dug his ears and said, "What's so good about spring? Don't be so depressing!"

  Min Chi suppressed his anger and asked, "Where did you sell my book?"

  Song Chuoyi let out a yawn, saw Bai Jing holding a bone and running into the house, so he beckoned to it. Bai Jing had been separated from Song Chuoyi for nearly half a month, so in these few days his enthusiasm was still not gone, and he immediately scurried over with a wagging tail.

  "After you dug a pit for me, why didn't you tell me how to climb out?" Song Chuyi asked with an innocent face.

  "Song Huaijin! Haven't you already taken revenge for that matter?! Now my notorious name has spread throughout the land, what more do you want?!" Min Chi looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, and truly felt like giving her a good scolding.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a messy white-haired old man rubbed his hair on top of his head and heard him ask this question. After hesitating for a moment, he said sincerely, "I think... you will understand slowly."

  "For those who scheme, success and failure are both carefree. In that game of chess in the Song State at that time, you said we were destined to be opponents ∩ Some still thought it was a game of chess with the world as the board, but didn't expect Song Huaijin's eyes to be on such small matters!" Min Chi stood up and left with a flick of his sleeve.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a careless smile was not taken seriously by her. She didn't put her mind on this matter, but rather idly gave people something to gossip about and amused herself with it. However, she would never explain such things, after all, she is now a renowned virtuous and loyal person, and her reputation is truly precious!

  "Sir!" Xiaoyu rushed over, her face covered in tears, and exclaimed urgently, "Please sir, hurry up and save Ya jie!"

  Song Chu's lazy appearance vanished instantly as he walked alongside Xiaoyao and asked, "What happened to Zi Ya?"

  "There were five or six men blocking Ya Jie's way, wanting to take her by force" Niang'er cried with tears streaming down her face.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a glimpse of light flashed, and his hand had already grasped the hilt of the sleeve sword, with the white blade attached, he quickly ran in the direction of the incident.

  Passing through two corridors, she hadn't seen anyone yet, but heard a man's laughter and some panting sounds. Song Chu's heart skipped a beat, her footsteps quickening.

  She turned a corner and immediately saw Zi Ya lying naked, pinned down by a man, their two bodies forming a stark contrast of black and white, with bright red blood flowing from Zi Ya's snow-white thighs.

  "White blade!" Song Chuyi shouted, and had already drawn out his sleeve sword, charging up to the group of people in a few steps. The crowd was still entranced by the beauty's body, and hadn't reacted yet, when Song Chuyi's sword had already been thrust into one of the onlookers' bodies.

  Baijian was infected by Song Chuyi's killing intent and pounced on him, biting and tearing.

  By the time the five guards reacted, it was too late. Although Bai Jing was being kept alive by others, he had never been domesticated before. The force of his counterattack was not weakened at all, and with a few swift moves, four people were injured.

  At first, Song didn't intend to kill them with one sword, so he easily left deep wounds on all six of their bodies.

  Those six people saw Song Chuyi dressed as a scholar and immediately felt that they had gotten into big trouble, so they quickly pulled up their pants and ran away.

  White Blade was stirred up by its wild nature, seeing them escape, it pounced on them fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, it had bitten off a person's neck. Just as it was about to chase after the second one, Song Chu suddenly shouted "White Blade!"

  The white blade retreated, but its fur still stood on end, looking vigilant.

  Zi Ya was left with her clothes all torn apart, her face pale and covered in tears.

  Song Chu's face turned black, he took off his outer robe and wrapped Zi Ya in it, letting the servant girl help him lift her onto his back, carrying her as he walked back.

  She didn't go into the room, but directly entered the bathroom. Song Chuyi looked at her like a wooden statue and sighed, rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand to help her wash clean.

  Zi Ya's eyes finally moved, and his gaze fell on Song Chuyi.

  "'Go ahead and cry' Song Chu Yi was seriously helping her clean up the lower half of her body, without lifting his head, but he could feel her gaze"

  The silence was broken only by the sound of Shang Chuyi stirring the water in the house.

  After a long time, Zi Ya suddenly hugged Song Chuyi and burst into tears.

  Song Chu patted her back, "Don't worry, those few people, I will definitely make them die without a whole corpse."

  Ziya's crying grew louder, and Song Chuyi could only bend down to let her hug his neck. She cried for nearly half a day before Ziya finally fainted from exhaustion.

  Song initially struggled to get up and catch his breath for a while before finding some strength, then he and Xiao Yu together pulled Zi Ya out of the bathtub.

  After handling everything properly, Song Chuyi called out the servant girl, "Tell me what's going on! Who is so blind that they dare to sleep with my, Song Huaiyin's, maid?"

  She is at least a noblewoman, and one that the King of Wei holds in high regard. Those guards, no matter how bold they may be, wouldn't dare to lay their hands on her.