After Qing'er came back from Song Anle, she never went out again, and she has been hiding in her own sadness, always recalling the scenes of Gao Yuanshang and Song Anle's contact.

Originally, she was facing a dilemma, but now it is a dilemma, she is even more confused and doesn't know how to choose, in fact, the commitment to her parents is no longer the key in her heart, if it weren't for the inadvertent discovery that Song Anle and Gao Yuanshang were involved, the lover would have chosen Gao Yuanshang without hesitation.

But now there is another Song Anle coming in, one is her most beloved sister, and the other is the man she loves deeply, but they are having an affair, in the days to come, no matter which side she chooses, what attitude should she have to face it.

Qing'er always locked herself in the dormitory, not listening, not seeing, and spending every day and night, she was in a dead hole, unable to advance or retreat.

Song Anle didn't know the news of her son for a few days, so she took the time to come to Qing'er's residence on this day, but was rejected by Qing'er, she thought that Qing'er had not yet come out of the cruel truth, so she didn't urge her.

Song Anle's arrival made her lover cheer up, she was paranoid to think, she also can't get involved with the royal family, but why Song Anle can be entangled with Gao Yuanshang, she remembered that a few days ago, when Gao Yuanshang came, when they met, Gao Yuanshang obviously sent something to Song Anle, and Song Anle accepted it without refusal.

This move proves that they will still have contact, and the relationship is also quite ambiguous, and then from the beginning of the retrospective, from Song Anle to Gao Yuanshang to block the sword, and then Gao Yuanshang bloodlet for Song Anle to detoxify, and then heard that Gao Yuanshang almost injured Song Anle by mistake, and then gave her medicine, and then she saw their ambiguous hug with her own eyes.

All kinds of things are combined, although Gao Yuanshang has repeatedly emphasized that he will not like Song Anle, but Song Anle never seems to have expressed his position, so his love is drilled in a traceless gap, and he is stubborn.

Qing'er fell into the entanglement of thoughts for a while, she impulsively wanted to go to Song Anle to ask what was going on, but she thought about it, but she couldn't find a suitable way to ask.

Everyone has the right to choose their feelings, and it is impossible for them to be emotional, just because of the entangled relationship between Song Anle and Gao Yuanshang, after all, there is still a layer of family relationship between them, so she can only use the attitude of trying to find out.

Qing'er just couldn't swallow the breath in her heart, if they really had affection for each other, everyone explained, maybe there wouldn't be so many misunderstandings, and Qing'er wouldn't have felt deceived and betrayed.

It was their selfishness that brought trauma to the soul, so the lovers were paranoid and blamed all the mistakes on them, and she was just a victim, but she was unwilling and unconvinced, so she was toyed with.

After a few days of silence, she finally regained her demeanor, that lively and lovely, simple and lovely girl, with her own curiosity, she learned to be a female red, cultivated flowers and plants, in short, in the past, in her eyes, those tedious things, but overnight, have become her preferences.

Qing'er sat on the soft couch, attentively to the one placed in front of her, mint embroidery carefully studied, the snow-white white cloth in her hand, because the embroidery could not be completely consistent, so Qing'er was dismantled and embroidered, embroidered and dismantled, in short, it was repeated over and over again, she herself had forgotten how many times, only to see that the white cloth was already full of unbelievable face.

"Tangerine, get me a few more pieces of cloth." Qing'er was angry, throwing aside the cloth in her hand that was already full of pinholes, and her chest rose and fell sharply, which was obvious that she was angry.

Tangerine walked over, and seeing that the love of children fluctuated too much, she said tremblingly: "Miss, you have embroidered a lot of cloth in the past few days, you should hand it over to the slave to help you embroider." ”

Qing'er said even more angrily: "If you ask you to take it, you can take it, where is there so much nonsense." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, the slave and maid will go and get it." Tangerine bowed back in fear.

The lover slammed herself on the soft couch, looking at the fine mint embroidery, she angrily scolded herself for her uselessness, and was unwilling to be defeated by the small embroidery.

Tangerine took a few new pieces of white cloth up, and Qing'er did not admit defeat and immersed herself in studying, she secretly swore that she must embroider exactly the same pattern, and even surpass the original embroiderer.

I don't know how many pieces of embroidery, Qing'er finally embroidered the mint pattern that she was satisfied with, looking at the mint embroidery in her hand that was completely close to the example picture, she said excitedly: "I finally succeeded." ”

The orange waiting on the side was in a state of sleep, and was immediately awakened in the sudden self-talk of the lover, and because of the panic awakening, the orange seemed a little sluggish and trance.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Tangerine walked in front of her lover ignorantly, and asked cautiously, and she would be blamed again.

"Tangerine, go and find me a piece of the same fabric as this cloth." Qing'er handed the original footwrap to the orange's sight.

"This" Tangerine listened to it in a fog, but when Qing'er glared, she immediately changed her attitude and said: "Okay, okay, the slave will go and find it." ”

Qing'er looked at the results of her hard work, she smiled with satisfaction, and looked at the original footcloth again, she thoughtfully faded the smile on her face, but had a gloomy thought.

Song Anle was busy, but she received an urgent search from her lover, she had long been worried about her abnormality, and now her lover took the initiative to see her, so she didn't do the slightest slack, and came to her lover's yard.

As soon as Song Anle walked into the courtyard, Qing'er had already seen her from the window of Weiqi, so she ran out overjoyed, and said, "Anle, you are finally here." ”

After the words fell, he had already walked beside Song Anle, and held Song Anle's arm affectionately, Song Anle said inexplicably as he walked: "What's the matter, so anxious to come to me?" ”

"Let's go first." As she spoke, she pulled Song Anle closer to the house.

Song Anle didn't think much about it, but it was this kind of love that made her find the lively little girl she used to be, so she entered the house with a smile.

"Come, sit down first." The lover happily pulled Song Anle to sit down on the soft couch.

Song Anle looked at Qing'er with an ignorant face, this kind of love changed a little too quickly, and the appearance was too abnormal, so she felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

Qing'er hurriedly entered the house, and after a while, she took out the results of her hard work, as if she didn't notice, Song Anle's surprised and ignorant gaze, she finally sat down next to Song Anle, and handed the piece of fabric embroidered with a small mint pattern in front of Song Anle, she said beautifully: "Help me see, how is this embroidery?" ”

Song Anle was very unaware of Qing'er's actions, she subconsciously glanced at the embroidery handed over by Qing'er, but was shocked by the familiar mint pattern, this footcloth embroidered with mint pattern was obviously exactly the same as the one left in her bedroom, but how could she appear here for no reason.

Xu was thinking too much, maybe it happened too suddenly, so Song Anle and obviously, a little immersed in complex thinking, Qing'er originally intended to test Song Anle's reaction, so she paid careful attention to her one-god feelings, and did not reveal her reaction at all, and included her reaction in her sight.

Song Anle's abnormal appearance made Qing'er more sure that the footcloth was definitely from Gao Yuanshang, so she put away her abnormal appearance and couldn't wait to ask: "How is it, is it good-looking?" ”

"Oh;" Song Anle nodded a little sluggishly and said, "It's good-looking, it's good-looking." ”

Everyone has a weak heart, especially in the face of those lies, although others don't explain them, they will put themselves in the opposite position because of psychological trouble, and the same is true of Song Anle, who is as quiet as water.

She seemed to realize Qing'er's intentions, she saw Qing'er leave in a hurry that day, and after she went back, she saw only one footcloth left, and now the other one appeared in Qing'er, and Qing'er and Gao Yuanshang were alone for a few days, and they must know what belonged to Gao Yuanshang.

Song Anle didn't know if she was a little too weak-hearted, and she wasn't sure if it was Qing'er's temptation or pure coincidence, so she calmed down her heart first and waited to see Qing'er's next intentions.

"It took me a few days to learn." Qing'er smiled happily, looking at the finished product in her hand, she couldn't put it down.

Qing'er's casual nature made Song Anle lose a little bit of weakness, maybe Qing'er just knew Gao Yuanshang's preferences, so she loved the house and Wu.

After Song Anle relaxed the tension in his heart, he pretended to be curious and said: "Good looking is good-looking, that's what is embroidered."

Song Anle looked at it carefully, but she couldn't see what it was with a puzzled face, so she said curiously: "Is it Jinpa?" ”

"How can there be such a big Jinpa." Qing'er looked unhappy and adjusted the size of the fabric again.

Of course, Song Anle knew that the footwrap was far larger than Jinpa, so when she opened the fabric, she said embarrassedly: "It's that I didn't notice that there is another layer inside, but what is this?" ”

"You can't tell, it's a footcloth." Qing'er handed the footcloth to Song Anle, still with a natural and unremarkable attitude.

Song Anle took it casually and looked at the footcloth carefully, just like the one she had left, it was almost identical, and she was even more guilty, so she couldn't help asking: "Shouldn't all be a pair of footwraps, why is there only this one?" ”

Song Anle seemed to be curious, but in their consciousness, they all knew very clearly that she was trying to ask, and Qing'er not only knew that Song Anle was trying to ask, but also knew that Song Anle was also doubting whether the footwrap in her hand was just the same as the one she had left.