Qing'er sat worried, feeling uneasy, she wasn't sure if Song Anle could tell her the truth, so she pondered, Song Anle didn't mention it at all, what kind of attitude should she insist.

Song Xiaojing seemed to be curious about those chic jewelry, but from time to time she also observed the state of this love, and when the love seemed to be distracted, she said in surprise: "Huh~ What is this?" ”

Song Xiaojing was holding a piece of milky white cotton cloth in her hand, looking at it curiously, Qing'er was attracted by Song Xiaojing's surprised tone, so she also looked at her, she didn't care about a very ordinary piece of fabric, so she retracted her gaze meaninglessly.

Song Xiaojing didn't care about Qing'er when she saw it, she took the fabric, walked opposite Qing'er and sat down, she took care of the fabric, looked at it curiously, and said meaninglessly: "When did An Le like this kind of footcloth." ”

Generally, the footwrap of the daughter's house is usually fancy-based, and will not choose milky white, so Song Xiaojing is curious, and it is also normal, Qing'er subconsciously glanced at it, Song Xiaojing's footwrap in front of her is nothing special, but the fabric is obviously much larger than the women's footcloth, so Qing'er said disapprenorovingly: "This is a footcloth, it looks like a sack." ”

Song Xiaojing rearranged the fabric again, but sorted out two pieces, she held one in one hand, saying that it was a woman's footcloth, which was a bit unlike, but it was a bit exaggerated to say that it was a sack, but it was just a flower embroidered on the fabric, which was so fine that it was eye-catching.

The milky white cloth and the emerald green mint leaf petals, although they seem a little monotonous, it is precisely because of the monotony that the mint leaf petals highlight the exclusive charm of the mint leaf petals.

"How can anyone embroider such beautiful leaf petals on the sack." Song Xiaojing said, and handed the leaf petals on the fabric to Qing'er, "Look at it, if you want me to say, this must be Anle's new trick." ”

Qing'er looked at the familiar leaf petals on the fabric, she clearly remembered that Gao Yuanshang's underwear would always have such leaf petals, and she had asked him curiously, but Gao Yuanshang just said a simple personal preference, and she prevaricated her curiosity.

At that time, Qing'er didn't think much about it, because Gao Yuanshang preferred the plant mint, so he embroidered his preferences on his clothes, which can be regarded as a kind of devotion to his preferences, but now the same embroidery appeared in Song Anle's bedroom, and Qing'er was confused by his thoughts.

Song Xiaojing peeked at Qing'er with a deep face, and in the change of her expression, she was sure that Qing'er must be familiar with this mark, which also finalized her unsure psychology.

She inadvertently picked up these two pieces of cloth from Song Anle's courtyard, and was going to return them, but she was surprised to find that it looked like a man's thing, but before she was sure that it was the source of the item, she had been collecting this pair of footwraps by herself, and when she took them out today, she also completely wanted to be sure who the owner of this pair of footwraps was.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?" Song Xiaojing brought her lover back to consciousness in a timely manner.

Qing'er seemed a little trance-like, but she didn't deliberately hide it, because the doubts in her heart had already engulfed her consciousness, and she meditated hard, but she couldn't understand why Gao Yuanshang's personal thing was in Song Anle's bedroom.

Qing'er was shocked in her heart, because she remembered that time Song Anle blocked a sword for Gao Yuanshang, and then Gao Yuanshang healed Song Anle alone, could it be that time, what did they do.

Recalling all the things between Gao Yuanshang and Song Anle, those coincided encounters, the lingering in their expressions, the occasional ambiguous actions, a series of scenes about them, all of them came to her mind, she clutched the footcloth in her hand tightly, the wound of being deceived by her relatives, and the pain of being betrayed by her lover, all wrapped her.

Qing'er got up tremblingly, the fact that it was not difficult for her to consume made her shameless to face anyone, she wanted to be alone and quiet, she needed a silent space to sort out those messy consciousnesses for her.

"Love." Song Xiaojing looked at Qing'er unknowingly and worriedly, she was no longer focused on her own purpose at this time, but was really worried that Qing'er would be overstimulated.

"I'm a little uncomfortable, so I'll go back first." Qing'er left the words, and left on her own in a hurry, and she took away a piece, something that belonged to Gao Yuanshang.

Song Xiaojing picked up the remaining piece of footcloth, and subconsciously looked in the direction where Qing'er left, although her intention was achieved, she didn't feel happy at all, but a deep sense of guilt.

When Song Anle came back, she only saw the back that seemed to be a lover, because it disappeared from sight in a flash, so she was not sure, and she didn't care too much, at this time Song Xiaojing walked out, just opposite Song Anle, she first called softly, "Anle." ”

"You're back." Song Xiaojing said and walked up.

"Xiao Jing;" Song Anle was a little surprised, but she still said with a smile: "Why do you have time to come to me today?" ”

"Look at what you're saying, I'm embarrassed." Song Xiaojing lowered her face shyly.

Song Xiaojing and Qing'er didn't ask about any of the big and small things in the house this year, so Song Anle said it so casually, as if she was complaining and complaining, but she was not so serious, and still said casually: "I didn't mean that, it's just a little surprise for your arrival." ”

Song Xiaojing also showed a long-lost playfulness, she pouted again, and said with a pretended displeasure: "Usually when I come over, I don't see you say that." ”

"Okay, I made a mistake, and I apologize to you." Song Anle said, and deliberately wanted to apologize, Song Xiaojing hurriedly stepped forward to stop her and helped her and said, "It's true." ”

Song Anle smiled, from Song Xiaojing's state, it seemed that she was about to leave the shadow of that violation, which was undoubtedly the greatest relief to Song Anle.

"Don't stand, let's go inside." Song Anle held Song Xiaojing and prepared to walk towards the house.

Song Xiaojing said politely: "No, I've been out for a while, and I want to go back early to rest." ”

Song Anle didn't know what Song Xiaojing was busy with for a while, but she still said disapprovingly: "Okay, I have to come and walk around more freely." ”

Song Xiaojing nodded and said 'um', "Then I'll go back first, and you can rest early." ”

Song Anle nodded, and after watching Song Xiaojing leave, she also dragged her tired body back to her bedroom.

Zhan Ju took down the tea cup for Qing'er and Song Xiaojing, and when she walked out of the bedroom, she happened to meet Song Anle coming back, and she said casually: "It's the eldest lady who is back." ”

Sara nodded in reply, and accidentally saw the tea cup removed from Zhan Ju's hand, and she asked curiously, "Has anyone been here?" ”

"Oh, it's Miss Mistress and Miss Second who just came."

"How long have you been here?" Song Anle didn't put her thoughts on Song Xiaojing, because she remembered the figure she saw outside the hospital, and she wanted to make sure if it was the time when her lover left.

"After a while, I just left."

Song Anle nodded thoughtfully, and then walked into the bedroom by himself, if he had just left, why did Qing'er and Song Xiaojing leave separately, and Qing'er seemed to leave in a panic, but Song Xiaojing didn't mention the intention just now, and even completely ignored Qing'er.

Song Anle sat down in front of the dresser while thinking, because she didn't think deeply, so she faced the bronze mirror, and began to disassemble the bun and take out the hair ornament.

Song Anle picked up the hairpin and looked at it for a long time, but he still put the hairpin back in place, took off the simple hair ornament, and the three thousand waist-length green silk were draped over her shoulders, adding a bit of beauty to her somewhat tired and delicate appearance.

Song Anle combed the supplied green silk, and when she got up, she saw a familiar piece of fabric hanging on the screen next to her, she took it casually, just revealing the mint embroidery on the fabric, she looked at the thing in her hand in surprise;

She clearly remembered that Mei Xin had said that this pair of footwraps had been lost, how could it appear in the bedroom inexplicably now, since there was only one left, Song Anle looked for it carefully in the room.

Mei Xin came over with a bowl of hot soup porridge, and happened to see what Song Anle was looking for, so she said unclearly: "Miss, what are you looking for?" ”

"By the way, Mei Xin, you came just in time, look at this pair of footwraps, did you find them again?" Song Anle said and handed the footcloth in front of Mei Xin.

Mei Xin seemed to be about to wrap her feet, and shook her head with an ignorant face, "The slave maid did look for it after the snow melted, but she didn't find it, where did this come from, and the slave didn't know it." ”

"Strange." Song Anle pondered in confusion, and she said with confidence: "Then are you sure that this pair of footwraps has been lost?" ”

"The slave is sure that this pair of foot wraps is cleaned and dried by the slave and the maid herself, so the slave and the maid remember it very clearly."

"Then you go down and ask the others to see if anyone has ever brought it back."

Mei Xin replied softly, 'Yes', but the soup porridge in her hand had not been put down, and Mei Xin said again: "Miss, the slave maid has boiled you a soup porridge that nourishes your blood, you can drink it while it's hot." ”

"Leave it alone, you go and help me clarify things first."

Mei Xin saw that Song Anle was anxious, and she didn't dare to slack off, so she put the soup porridge on the table and retreated.

Song Anle looked at the footcloth in her hand, this was still something that Gao Yuanshang borrowed her to wear, although it was inconspicuous, but she couldn't give it up.

Mei Xin only took a short moment to inform Song Anle that all the maids who could enter the dormitory, including other servants who could not enter the dormitory, had carefully inquired and made sure that no one knew about the origin of this footcloth.

Song Anle didn't have the heart to ask about the appearance of the footcloth, maybe the servant accidentally forgot it, and it was possible, but there was only one left, which was the focus of her doubts.