Chapter Twenty-Nine: Fame Grows
At this moment, the moon and stars are scarce, and the scenery of this suburb is not bad.
"I didn't expect Miss Yan from the Prime Minister's Mansion to come to such a place. Shen Zeyuan spoke out and accosted Song Shuyan.
Song Shuyan turned his head to look at him, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant: "Miss Yan is also a person, there is no place where she won't go, not to mention, such a place is not bad." ”
"Really?" didn't expect Song Shuyan to answer like this, Shen Zeyuan glanced at her appreciatively.
"I wish I could live in such a place, away from intrigue, and enjoy the mountains and rivers every day. "Song Shuyan is telling the truth, compared to the inner house and harem that eat people and don't spit out bones, I don't know how many times better such a place is.
"Okay, Seventh Prince, I'm looking for you. Song Shuyan immediately opened the topic, planning to talk about Ouyang Xun.
"Can you bring Ouyang Gongzi back to Zuo Xiangfu? He was hunted down here, so it is not good for us to stay here for a long time. "Indeed, I don't know when that group of people will find here, only by bringing him back to Zuo Xiang's Mansion can she and Ouyang Xun be truly safe.
Shen Zeyuan nodded in agreement, this was not a difficult thing for him, and he could also win over Zuo Xiang.
"In that case, thank you, Your Highness. Song Shuyan saluted again to show his gratitude.
Shen Zeyuan frowned: "This is not the capital, so there is no need to be so formal." He didn't like to see her always saluting him, and that wasn't a good feeling at all.
When Song Shuyan heard this, he just smiled: "Etiquette cannot be wasted." Shen Zeyuan didn't want to say anything more.
"I should have to thank you, otherwise the valley lord wouldn't have helped me save people. After hearing this, Song Shuyan just smiled.
She didn't want to have anything to do with these princes, Shen Zeyuan was only interested in him, and she didn't want to know anything else.
The two chatted sentence by sentence and said something about the recent situation of the restaurant, and after a while, my grandfather came out of the room.
"People are fine, just recuperate. After Shen Zeyuan thanked him, he left the Medicine King Valley with Ouyang Xun.
The next day, the left prime minister's house
"Xiangye, the prince has news, it was brought back by the Seventh Prince. The little guy hurriedly ran in to report.
When Zuo Xiang heard this, he immediately went to the front hall to receive the Seven Princes.
His son had been missing for a day and two nights, and the people who sent him out had not been found, but he was in a hurry.
"Thank you for your life-saving grace. Zuo bowed to Shen Zeyuan.
Shen Zeyuan nodded, but he also explained that it was not his job to save people: "Your son was rescued by Miss Song, and I am only responsible for bringing him back." In addition, the noble son was also injured a little, and asked the prime minister to arrange for someone to treat him as soon as possible. With that, he bowed lightly and left.
As soon as Zuo Xiang heard that his son was injured, he immediately sent someone to ask for a doctor.
It turned out that it was rescued by the eldest lady of the right prime minister's mansion, and the left minister touched the beard on his chin, as if he was thinking about something.
After Shen Zeyuan left the Left Prime Minister's Mansion, he subconsciously wanted to go to the Right Minister's Mansion, and suddenly remembered that she was still in the Medicine King Valley, shook his head, and turned around and went back to the palace.
What's wrong with him, Shen Zeyuan doesn't understand.
On the other side, Song Wanyan heard that Shen Zeyuan was working as a prime minister, so she immediately took a carriage to have a chance encounter with Shen Zeyuan, but she didn't expect to wait for a long time and didn't wait for Shen Zeyuan, Song Wanyan couldn't help but be disappointed.
However, she met Shen Zecang.
"Miss Song. Shen Zecang saw Song Wanyan standing in front of the carriage and wanted to go and talk.
A touch of disgust flashed on Song Wanyan's face, and then she lowered her head and saluted: "The courtier's body is still a little unwell, so she will retire first." With that, he immediately got into the carriage.
Shen Zecang didn't talk to the beauty, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed.
After Song Wanyan returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, she told Liu Yunling about today's events.
"I think Shen Zecang is also good, and she is still interested in you, otherwise don't choose Shen Zeyuan. Liu Yunling persuaded Song Wanyan to give up Shen Zeyuan and marry Shen Zecang instead.
Song Wanyan shook her head: "Mother, it is very likely that I will marry Shen Zecang as a side concubine, and he will not let go of Song Shuyan, the concubine." "Also, how could the royal family let a concubine be a concubine.
"But my mother thinks that he is very good to you. Liu Yunling didn't know how to persuade Song Wanyan.
Song Wanyan still shook her head, she didn't want to be subservient to Song Shuyan.
After a few days, Song Shuyan's body was conditioned, and he went back to the house, in addition to Qingyi picking green, he also brought a medical girl, I think it was sent by his grandfather to continue to help Song Shuyan adjust his body.
Song Shuyan, who returned to the house, did not rest, but went to see the operation of the restaurant, Song Shuyan looked at the bill and found that the situation was good, so she was relieved.
It seems that I still have to thank Shen Zeyuan.
Walking out of the restaurant, Song Shuyan was about to go home, but heard two men talking about her quietly.
"I heard that this restaurant was opened by the eldest lady of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, and the medicinal food in it is also very good, it seems that this Miss Song is not only a beauty, but also a capable person, if she can marry such a wife, it is really a blessing from the cultivation of three lives. ”
After listening to Song Shuyan, the corners of his mouth curled, and he got into the carriage.
No one doesn't like others to praise themselves, including Song Shuyan.
But coincidentally, Song Wanyan followed Song Shuyan to this restaurant, and when she heard such words, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous, and a trace of viciousness flashed in her eyes.
Song Shuyan, I see how long you can still be beautiful.
After Song Shuyan returned home, she found that the eyes of her subordinates were a little different from before.
In the past, it was just respect, but now there is envy, jealousy, and worship, which is very complicated.
After returning to her courtyard, she called Qingyi and asked what was going on, Qingyi replied with a smile: "Someone came to the door to propose marriage, and wanted to marry the young lady, and he was discussing in the front hall at the moment, if the master was satisfied, he should send someone to pass the word in a while." ”
Propose?
Song Shuyan's brows furrowed at the moment, she didn't want her marriage to be manipulated.
She wants to decide her own marriage.
Song Shuyan thought about it and decided to act at the opportunity, so he waited for someone to pass the word.
Unexpectedly, an hour has passed, and there is still no wind.
Song Shuyan went to inquire about Qingyi, and learned that it was the eldest lady who refused this family business.
"Miss, the prime minister sent a servant to invite you over. A grandmother stood outside the door and passed the word.
Qingyi went out and saluted her grandmother: "The eldest lady is unwell, and now she has fallen asleep, I hope the master will not blame." "Mama couldn't help it when she saw this, she went back to Xiangye, and Song Ling had to give up when she saw this.
At night, Zhige thought about it for a long time, but decided to have a good talk with Song Ling.
Her daughter can't be ruined by the Song family.
Zhige walked to Song Ling's study, and memories came to her heart, how long had she not been here.
Song Ling in the study seemed to have a sense, and when he opened the window in front of the study, Zhige couldn't dodge, and his eyes happened to meet Song Ling's.