Song Qiaohui saw that Biwei couldn't hold Song Linglong alone, so she rushed forward at this time and helped Biwei pull Song Linglong. Song Qiaoxin shook her head slightly, and then went to help Song Qiaohui. Seeing this, the others also ran over.

Of course, Song Lingyu is not idle, everyone else has passed, and she naturally wants to go over. But she didn't want to stop Song Linglong, but to help her!

Song Linglong was so crowded in the crowd that she couldn't move, she originally only had Biwei and didn't want so many people to come over. In the process of crowding, she seemed to see Song Lingyu's smiling face standing at the back of the crowd. For a moment, it was as if all thoughts had stopped.

Immediately afterward, she felt the pressure coming from one side.

Song Lingyu saw the opportunity on the outermost and stepped on the skirt of a little girl, in such a crowded situation, as soon as the little girl fell, everyone naturally followed. In order not to let others suspect, she even let Song Qiaoxin press on herself.

"Ahh

Everyone stood up on their own, and only one person was still lying on the ground, and that person was Song Linglong, who had just held scissors to seek death. At this time, the scissors that were originally in Song Linglong's hand had fallen to the ground, and there were still stains of blood on it.

Song Qiaohui took a step back in fright. Biwei hurriedly squatted down to check, but saw that Song Linglong's face had an inch and a half cut. In the deepest places, you can even see the white bones of the forest.

Song Linglong kept rolling on the ground because of the pain, and when she was playing in front of Song Yuan just now, she desperately squeezed out a few tears, and now because of the pain, the tears were like being broken through the embankment, and they gushed out desperately. As soon as the tears touched the wound, Song Linglong felt even more heartbreaking. Rolling on the ground, screaming desperately.

Song Lingyu stood and looked at Song Linglong rolling on the ground, although she didn't let her die, but ruining her proudest appearance would definitely make her worse than dead.

Song Yuan hurriedly walked over and helped Song Linglong up. watched her cry like a tearful person, and kept moving around. He was ruthless and stunned Song Linglong at once.

Song Linglong fainted, and the blood on her face was still flowing. Song Yuan hugged her and put her on the bed, and then called the imperial doctor over. At this time, the blood on the ground had slightly congealed because the weather was too cold.

After the imperial doctor came, he saw Song Linglong's face and felt that it was okay, how could he become the first beauty in the imperial capital? He looked at Zuihou helplessly at Song Linglong's face, and said, "The second miss's face is too deeply injured, and she will have a scar in the future, so it will not be obvious because of time." ”

Song Yuan looked at Song Linglong sadly, but there was no way. It was just so chaotic that it was impossible to find a person to hold accountable.

The doctor gave some medicine, saying that he could recover quickly, but during the recovery period, he should not touch the water, and the movements on his face should not be too large, so as not to crack the wound again.

That night, everyone gathered in the Senhe Garden. At this time, Song Lingyu was not in Qianhe Garden, but took Zhilan to Zizhu Courtyard.

The Zizhu Courtyard at night has been extinguished, and everyone sees that the eldest lady is no longer as domineering as before, so they all go to bed early.

The two of them came to the room of the eldest lady without hindrance, and they stood beside the eldest lady's bed, both dressed in white.