The next day, when the scholars of Guozijian got out of school, Chengxin borrowed the carriage of Guozijian and sent Yan Furong to the Dingyuan Marquis's mansion. Although Yan Furong returned to her hometown with unbearable memories, the smile on her face was a little unstoppable, and after layer after layer of reports, she finally entered the Zhengqiu Hall, and the little maids who came and went showed a look of wanting to speak and stop, and even the clouds and mist were against the usual meanness, and they didn't say a word when they saw her, and led her into the main room in silence and tiredness.

The happiness in Yan Furong's heart made her eyes no longer see others, and she didn't notice these abnormalities, but she just smiled from her cheeks, and she couldn't help it.

When she arrived at the main room, Yan Furong saw Songyan standing in the hall waiting for her, greeted her with a smile, and wanted to hold Songyan's hand and tell her everything that had happened in the past few days. Unexpectedly, Yunwu didn't notice her actions on the side, saluted in a trance, and retreated by himself. Yan Furong had doubts in her heart, and it was fleeting, she stepped forward to stand in front of Songyan, and said with a smile, "Songyan, my cousin recognizes my handwriting!" ”

Song Yan reluctantly showed a smile and asked directly, "You and Young Master Youqing have recognized each other?" ”

Yan Furong shook her head and said sweetly, "Not yet, my cousin returned to Guozijian after the Midyear Festival, and when he saw the poems I left in his collection of paintings yesterday, he immediately knew that it was my handwriting." ”

Songyan couldn't help but ask, "You didn't take the opportunity to make it clear to him?" ”

Yan Furong wrinkled her nose delicately and said, "You didn't see his stupid appearance, so you recognized that I must have returned to the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion." But the **** of the Zhongyuan Festival did go to the outside of the city with Chengxin, and the Guozijian also had a record of my entry and exit, I thought that my cousin would not believe it anyway, so I didn't say it. ”

Song Yan asked stupidly, "Why don't you just write another word in front of Young Master Cousin?" ”

Yan Furong pinched Songyan's face in a good mood, and said with a smile, "Silly Songyan, how boring is that?" I'm waiting for my cousin to look back! ”

Song Yan said distressedly, "If you don't recognize him for a day, you have to be a maid for one more day, how can you stand it?" It's better to tell him the truth as soon as possible, and it is better to return to the Hou Mansion as soon as possible. ”

Yan Furong was stunned when she heard her say this, looked at Songyan carefully, saw her serious expression, and said coquettishly, "Why did you suddenly mention the matter of coming back?" ”

She didn't say anything, she mentioned it, Songyan was like a child who had finally found a support, and couldn't help but hang her head and burst into tears. Yan Furong was startled by her rare tears, and hurriedly helped her sit on the Luohan bed together, and asked distressedly, "Is it that Shao Ding's villain who came to Zhengqiu Hall to find trouble again?" ”

Song Yanqing collapsed for a moment, then calmed down, and was raising his sleeves to wipe his tears, and when he heard the words, he said, "It has nothing to do with Hou Ye, it's because of Wu'er, Wu'er went." ”

She said this, and she was a little unbearable, Yan Furong's eyes were full of confusion on the side, and she thought for a moment before asking, "But the one that Xue Ya carried?" ”

Songyan nodded and said, "It's her." Yesterday at night, I went back to our yard and was splashed with dog blood in the verandah, and later asked if it was Wu'er......"

Yan Furong couldn't help but interrupt her angrily, "Wu'er ate the guts of the ambitious leopard?!" How dare you splash that filth on you? How did she get there? ”

Song Yan was startled by her, and replied in a daze, "I found it this morning, and I said that I swallowed my own gold earrings." ”

Yan Furong snorted coldly, held Songyan's hand, and comforted, "It's really cheap for her, don't be afraid, Songyan, if there is such disrespectful in the future, just call Ya Po to sell it!" ”

When Song Yan saw her expression, for a moment it seemed that she had seen Mrs. Yan who was sitting on a chair many years ago and needed to look up by herself. The sudden coldness in the depths of her body made her shiver involuntarily. Songyan couldn't help but say, "Wu'er has always been close to Xueya, after I punished Xueya for confinement, I think I heard someone say a few words, she has always been a bold, only to do these foolish things, if you teach it slowly, maybe you can still turn it back." ”

Yan Furong said impatiently, "To be able to do such a thing is either a fool or a murderer." Left and right can't bother with her, and since she is dead, she won't mention her. ”

Song Yan said in a low voice, "Wu'er's birthday is in September, and this year, it's not even ten years old......"

Yan Furong didn't hear what she said, but after thinking about it carefully, she asked Song Yan, "Have you asked me the ins and outs of this matter?" Where did the blood she spill come from? Who gave it to her? ”

Songyan was asked, and shook his head guiltily. Yan Furong's tense mind suddenly relaxed, nodded her forehead with hatred, and said, "It's really not worry-free, didn't you handle the affairs of the house very well in the past few years?" I thought I was out of the house, and you didn't have to worry about it. ”

Songyan covered his forehead, and after thinking about it, he also wondered, "In the past, when I was a maid, there was no reason to be hard, and I was still a little organized in doing things, but now in your body, I am at a loss and at a loss." ”

Yan Furong laughed, and Song Yan said again, "Xue Ya seems to have noticed my flaws, and Yun Wu is probably a little suspicious in her heart, and there may also be hostility on the side of Qixia Courtyard...... Miss, I'm sorry for you, I didn't do a good thing, and I caused you a mess. ”

When she said this, she breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Your Mrs. Hou is really not good, fortunately when you come back, let's change it back quickly, I am still a maid, you are still a young lady, this day, I really can't live!" If it is still in my hands, not to mention that this Hou Mansion has to be ruined, I am afraid that I will not be able to protect the people in this Zhengqiu Hall. ”

Yan Furong saw her looking at herself eagerly, was silent for a moment, and suddenly slowly took her hand back from Song Yan's hand. Songyan was stunned for a moment, and said with a forced smile, "Miss, Xue Ya and Yunwu are already suspicious!" Paper can't hold the fire! ”

Yan Furong lowered her head and looked at her nails, and said softly, "Then drag these two people out for a reason to be killed." ”

Quietly in the room, Yan Furong's words were like a stone falling on the ground, and there was a sound on the ground.

Songyan was speechless, and after a while, he stood up stiffly and walked into the pins, took out a purse from the low cabinet on the bed, walked out and handed it to Yan Furong. Yan Furong took it, opened the purse and looked inside, seeing that it was a few silver tickets, and Songyan on the side had already said, "A few days ago, Princess Yuyang came to the Hou Mansion, and took advantage of the chaos to let the maid exchange a few silver tickets, ready for your self-defense." Later...... I don't know what it will be like in the future, if you are well, don't come to the house again. ”

After she finished speaking, she knelt down and kowtowed to Yan Furong, her forehead against her palm, and said in a deep voice, "Just treat this house as if it has nothing to do with you." ”

Tears gradually appeared in Yan Furong's eyes, and she was about to help Songyan up, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, she remembered the letter that Han Youqing wrote to herself in her sleeve. On the way to the Hou Mansion, she couldn't help but open it in the carriage and read it over and over again, and some sentences had been memorized in her heart.

She slowly suppressed her undulating emotions and forced herself to stand up and go out.

When she was gone, Songyan slowly lifted up, like endless tears streaming down her cheeks. She knelt on the ground weakly and whispered in the empty room, "From today on, I will be Mrs. Dingyuan Hou, Yan Furong." ”