Shen Zecang put Song Wanyan under house arrest in the dormitory, cut off all contact between Song Wanyan and the outside world, and only allowed a few people in the palace to visit.

Since Song Wanyan was placed under house arrest, she ordered the curtains of the dormitory to be tightened, leaving only a trace of gaps.

Every day when the sun is just right, Song Wanyan sits under the ray of sunlight and looks at the various furnishings in the dormitory.

Obviously, they are her favorite colors and favorite utensils, but they look particularly bleak against the background of the dim environment.

The dim and quiet atmosphere of the interior contrasts sharply with the bright spring light outside the window. Song Wanyan thought to herself, maybe this is the difference between Shen Zecang's treatment of her and Song Shuyan's treatment.

Treat different people, and the heart becomes different.

In the wrong box.

Liu Xinling went to see Song Wanyan every day, but she couldn't enter the dormitory and talk to her face-to-face. I had to hand the carefully prepared meals every day to the guards who took care of them into the dormitory.

Today, Liu Xinling made another meal and dessert, and chatted with Song Wanyan outside the window after handing it in, hoping to make Song Wanyan feel relieved a little, and not to become depressed.

"Yan'er, the favorite pea cake made by my mother for you today is rare in the south. The mother specially invited them to take the raw materials from the capital. Eat as much as you want, but don't hurt yourself. ”

"Yan'er, your favorite peach blossom outside the window has bloomed. If you don't come out to enjoy the peach blossom again, it will wither. My mother specially left some for you to brew some peach blossom wine, and you can taste it in a few days. ”

"Yan'er, there is a quarrel between husband and wife at the end of the bed. Why do you want to sulk with the prince? Bow your head and admit your mistakes, and then you will be fine, so why bother yourself?"

Liu Xinling couldn't say any more.

Outside the window, there were faint sounds of sobbing and the sound of persuasion from his attendants.

There is a palace maid who comes to add tea to Song Wanyan. "Princess, Madame has been losing a lot of weight these days. Madame's body is just right, and she can't stand such hard work. ”

Song Wanyan glanced at the palace maid, and the palace maid hurriedly knelt down and slapped herself, "The slave is talkative!

Song Wanyan stopped her, "That's it." ”

She raised her voice and said to the people outside: "Go and invite the prince to come over, I have something important to say to the prince." ”

The guards sent a message, "The prince is receiving distinguished guests. At the moment, I am afraid that I will not be able to make it. First invite the princess to chat with her wife and relax, and the prince will come when he has dinner. ”

"Then let the prince finish his dinner and come back. The guard took the order.

Liu Xinling can finally enter Song Wanyan's bedroom.

"Why is it so dimly lit in this room? Liu Xinling hurriedly instructed his subordinates to open the curtains and open the doors and windows for ventilation.

She hugged Song Wanyan and looked at it carefully, "Mother's face has lost weight." She reached out and pinned a lock of Song Wanyan's drooping hair behind her ear. "Why are you in trouble?"

As he spoke, he began to wipe his tears again.

"Mother, you don't know, I don't accept softness, and the prince didn't even come to look at me. Song Wanyan smiled bitterly.

"Alas. Liu Xinling put Song Wanyan's head on her shoulder and patted Song Wanyan's back, "I'm so hard!"

Shen Zecang saw this scene when he came, he knocked on the door and said to the palace maid: "I have some important matters to discuss with the princess, and I ask the lady to go back and rest first." ”

Liu Xinling was reluctant to leave, and couldn't help but turn around and advise, "Yan'er, listen to your mother, don't be angry with the prince anymore." ”

Song Wanyan said that she knew.

"What, what's the matter with you coming to me?" Shen Zecang still stood at the door of the house, refusing to go in.

"Even if the prince doesn't see me now, he won't even step into my house?"

Hearing this, Shen Zecang squinted at Song Wanyan and found that Song Wanyan had been a lot haggard these days.

Although Shen Zecang hated Song Wanyan, he knew that Song Wanyan was sincere to him and would not really do anything unfavorable to him.

He went into the house and sat down, and the maid immediately served tea.

"I'm in, let's talk. ”

"The queen's grandfather did have my cover, but after leaving the Nanban, the queen took him away. ”

"Well," Shen Zecang played with the fan in his hand, "Didn't you say this a few days ago?"

"Yes, but some details have not yet been explained. ”

Shen Zecang put the fan on the table, "Let's hear it." ”

Song Wanyan turned around and went into the inner room and took out a box. She opened the box and spread the papers inside one by one in front of Shen Zecang.

Shen Zecang looked at one or two of them who were more familiar, like the men he had annihilated before, and Song Shuyan had sent to find his grandfather. There are a few that I have never seen before.

He waited for Song Wanyan to explain.

"This is the person I and my men met when I escorted the queen's grandmother. ”

Shen Zecang put away the drawing paper, "From today on, you don't have to stop thinking about it." ”

Song Wanyan thought that Shen Zecang was about to leave after taking the portrait, but she never thought that Shen Zecang was sitting on the chair, as if thinking about what to say.

"Do you think there's anything wrong with Song Shuyan?" Shen Zecang asked as he looked sideways at Song Wanyan.

"What do you mean, Lord Wang?"

"She's obviously a weak woman, but she ......" Shen Zecang changed his words halfway through, "Forget it, it doesn't look like you understand." ”

Song Wanyan really didn't understand, she thought that Shen Zecang was caring about Song Shuyan, "It must be in the eyes of the prince's lover." ”

Shen Zecang got up and left.

Song Wanyan stopped him.

Shen Zecang stopped, but did not look back.

"Lord, do you know, only if you ask me about the queen mother, you will look at me like this, and you are willing to sit down and say a few words to me. ”

Shen Zecang quietly listened to what Song Wanyan said, and left without looking back.

Shen Zecang handed the portrait to his subordinates and asked them to dispose of a few people in the portrait, "Don't startle the snake." ”

He began to carefully recall what Song Shuyan had said to him before. In the past, I thought that people would come back from the dead, and it was just a fool's dream to live again. Now I believe a little.

He wanted to communicate with people, but Song Wanyan, who had grown up with Song Shuyan since childhood, had not yet discovered any clues, so he had to think for himself.

In the middle of the night, Shen Zecang was awakened by a nightmare.

He dreamed that he sat on the dragon chair and Song Shuyan was his queen, but he was suspicious of Song Shuyan and teamed up with Song Wanyan to torture Song Shuyan to death.

Song Shuyan took a look before he died. She didn't bat at a glance, her eyes widened, staring at herself. The people next to him couldn't close Song Shuyan's eyes with great effort, so they had to cover it with a cloth.

The scene is real, such as immersive, like the edge on the back.

It's ridiculous.

Shen Zecang was sweating on his forehead.

The sky was already slightly bright, and Shen Zecang called someone to bathe and change clothes for him. He ordered to go down, "Prepare the horse and go to Xiangguo Temple!"