Song Qingshu originally planned to carry Shuang'er to the room by himself, but then realized that it was inappropriate, if he was seen, he would jump into the Yellow River and he would not be able to wash it.

All the way to the room, Song Qingshu was about to put Shuang'er on the couch to rest, but Shuang'er seemed to be aware of it in his sleep, stretched out his arms and hugged his hand tightly in his arms, and muttered in his mouth: "Xiaobao, don't go ......"

Song Qingshu glanced at the two maids in embarrassment, and the two maids glanced at each other, thinking that since it was the master's mother's own will, then there was nothing to do, so he said: "Lord Song, let's accompany Madame, let's go down first." After saying that, he panicked and wanted to run out.

"You have to stay!" Song Qingshu said in a deep voice, "Brother and sister, she was in a trance today, so she mistook me for Brother Wei, I was worried that she would do something stupid, so I accompanied her first, you need to stay and testify to us, if you leave, her reputation will be gone."

"Yes~" The two maids bowed and asked, "I don't know if Lord Song needs hot water, just tell the slave to do it."

"No, just stay in the house." Song Qingshu turned his head after speaking, looked at Shuang'er in his arms, frowned, and his slender lips were pursed tightly, obviously not restless in his dream, and couldn't help but reach out and gently pull the few strands of hair scattered on her face behind her ears.

Shuang'er was lying in Song Qingshu's arms, the two inevitably had some skin contact, Shuang'er's skin was cold, and it was very comfortable to touch, Song Qingshu moved his body, found a more comfortable position, leaned on the side of the bed, looked at Shuang'er in a daze, and was quite conflicted in his heart: Originally, the forty-two chapters of the scripture had already arrived, and he could have walked away, and he was the culprit who killed Wei Xiaobao, leaving Shuang'er, it was difficult to ensure that she would not know the truth in the future, and buried a powder keg that would explode at any time for herself...... But I really can't watch such a kind girl die calmly......

"Peach, do you believe that they don't have a leg?" Noticing Song Qingshu's movements, the two little girls communicated silently while gesturing with their eyes.

"Madame can't say for sure, but seeing Lord Song's gentle movements just now, it's strange that I don't have any ideas in my heart."

"I don't think Madame is much better, you see that she hugged Lord Song so tightly and let his hand put in such a shameful place......"

"Well, who of us today is qualified to take care of these things."

"I'm just not angry that the young master has just passed away, and the lady is like ...... other men"

"Yo, didn't the young master tease you back then, and your little fell with a heart."

"Die!"

The two girls grew up and played together since childhood, so they can understand each other's thoughts with one look, and there is no sense of obscurity in communication.

In the early morning of the second day, Song Qingshu felt that Shuang'er's love had settled down, gently pulled his hand out of Shuang'er's arms, gently supported her back and slowly laid her flat on the couch, and then pulled the quilt on one side and covered it.

The two little girls were dozing off in the corner, and they woke up immediately when they heard the noise, Song Qingshu whispered: "If I stay here, it will be too embarrassing for my younger brother and sister to wake up later, so I will leave first...... She probably won't be killing herself anymore, but it's okay to be careful."

"Xiaobao!" Soon after Song Qingshu left, Shuang'er suddenly felt empty in his arms, and subconsciously reached out to grab it, but he grabbed it and woke up suddenly.

"Ma'am, are you awake? Liu Lu hurriedly went over and helped her up.

Shuang'er looked dazed at first, and then slowly recalled what happened last night, and suddenly her cheeks turned crimson, "What the hell is going on with you, why do you treat Brother Song as Xiaobao? It's really a shame, how can you hold your head up in front of him in the future......

"Brother Song last night, he ...... He didn't do anything to me, did he?" Shuang'er was a little embarrassed, struggled a bit, and still asked.

Peach pursed her lips and smiled: "I didn't do anything, I just hugged my wife and slept all night." Shuang'er treats the two maids very well on weekdays, so he has no scruples about joking in private.

"You two dead girls, why don't you stop it, just let me be hugged by other men." Shuang'er was shy and anxious, and glared at them fiercely.

"The slaves and maids also want to think about it, they originally planned to fight with him regardless of how strong Lord Song's martial arts are, and give up a small life to fight with him, how do you know that Madame, you yourself took the initiative to hug Lord Song and kept shouting the master's name, how dare we make a mistake." The two girls said aggrievedly.

Shuang'er also slowly recalled some specific episodes, only to feel that the places on his chest that had been touched by Song Qingshu were very hot, and suddenly saw the package placed next to the bed, and realized that it was he who handed it to Song Qingshu last night, and his expression was difficult for a while, "Where is Brother Song now?"

"Lord Song said that he was afraid that his wife would wake up embarrassed, so he left first." The two girls replied in unison.

Song Qingshu knew that Shuang'er would not sprout a life and death will not sprout for the time being after his own hypnotic suggestion, at least before Wei Xiaobao enters the earth, in order to avoid the embarrassment of seeing each other, Song Qingshu decided to go back to the palace first, and then go back to the Viscount's Mansion to help later.

When he returned to the palace, he heard a woman's voice from his residence: "Where is Song Qingshu?"

Song Qingshu was subconsciously overjoyed, thinking that it could be that Youyou had returned, but when he heard the voice of the guard's answer, he couldn't help but be disappointed: "Lord Qiyu, Lord Song. [,!] Yesterday I went to the Viscount's Mansion to preside over the aftermath of Lord Wei."

"I don't know what the county lord is looking for Song?" Song Qingshu walked in slowly, motioned for the guards to go down first, and looked back at Ah Ke.

Wrapped in pale green clothes, draped in white gauze, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones, three thousand green silk tied up with a hair band, a hairpin made of pure mutton fat white jade on the head, a wisp of green silk hanging on the chest, a faint trace of red on the cheeks, thin sales Dai, it has been poured into the country.

Hearing Song Qingshu's voice, Ah Ke raised his head, ran over, glared at Song Qingshu and said angrily: "Song Qingshu, what did you tell me and my mother in the Sansheng Nunnery at the beginning?