"Then why do you want to tell your father that you won't be the crown princess?! Isn't that what you said? Song Zhancheng looked at Song Zhaohua with disappointment, he thought that his sister would be able to reduce her prejudice against Cheng Jingyun since that time, but he didn't expect it to be even worse.

"Why is Hongu?!" Song Zhaohua smiled a little, "Okay, then the palace will tell you why!" ”

"Just because she ran out to find another man while you weren't there!"

Song Zhaohua felt quite aggrieved, obviously he went for the good of this kid, but in the end he was questioned and yelled at by him.

Song Zhancheng denied it, "Impossible! ”

"There must be some misunderstanding here."

Song Zhaohua saw that he didn't believe it, so he simply told Song Zhancheng all the things that his subordinates had seen before.

Song Zhancheng's right hand clenched unconsciously, "Yan He? ”

But what does that mean? Yan He is my military, and Jingyun is my princess, and they have seen each other more than once. ”

"Then why did she carry you to see Yan He? Why did you make an appointment to meet at the Injie Tea Pavilion? How many hours were you left alone? What does this mean? Song Zhaohua was not to be outdone, and looked back at the past.

As soon as the words came out, Song Zhancheng's body stiffened for a moment, took a deep breath, raised his eyes and looked straight over, and his trust in Cheng Jingyun made Song Zhancheng reject all kinds of thoughts, "So what, no evidence doesn't mean anything, and this is still a series of general guesses from you." ”

"The total guess of Hongu? Who is that Hongu guessing for? Does she need any more evidence for this? As a princess, when she is alone with men, this palace still thinks lightly, so what if you think about it in a more serious place? Can you guarantee that no one out there will recognize them? Or do you think that people outside are afraid to spread public opinion? ”

Song Zhaohua directly threw out all kinds of questions and pointed them at Song Zhancheng, his eyes were sharp, the fingertips holding the teacup were slightly white and clenched, his chest rose and fell slightly rapidly, and he was angry.

This kid is really fascinated by Cheng Jingyun now, and he doesn't care about anything, he only knows that he is dedicated to speaking for Cheng Jingyun, it seems that what she did is still right in the end, otherwise she can't tell what she will do when the time comes, and she can't help but have a bad impression of Cheng Jingyun.

The atmosphere between the two froze, Song Zhancheng didn't answer Song Zhaohua's series of questions just now, he couldn't answer it, his mind was very messy now, more chaotic than when he saw his father's sudden illness, and this kind of chaos was brought to him by his closest relatives, which made him irritable.

Song Zhancheng took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and said calmly, "Sister, I don't want to talk to you about this matter now. ”

Song Zhaohua was not ready to let him go, and said sharply, "Then when do you want to say it?" I want Cheng Jingyun to give you ......"

"Sister!" Song Zhancheng's eyes were gloomy, "Be cautious." ”

Song Zhaohua felt that he had really lost his mouth, and after a pause, he didn't say anything like just now, but said slowly, "Do you really not mind at all?" ”

"Sister, I said it, I don't want to tell you this now." Song Zhancheng was in a deep voice, he was already impatient, and his brain was so messy that he couldn't think, so he could only avoid it again and again.

Song Zhaohua seemed to laugh when she heard this, but she didn't seem to laugh, and the action of standing up angrily just now made her a little tired when she stopped now, she was already not in good shape, and now she was so angry, it was strange if she was not tired.

Slowly sat down and took another sip of tea, looking at Song Zhancheng with a calm expression, and his tone was slightly sarcastic, "Then do you want to tell this palace about this palace to instigate my father's emperor?" ”

Song Zhancheng was silent, and then said, "Sister, I think we need to be quiet." ”

Song Zhaohua lowered his eyes indifferently, the sadness in his eyes made Song Zhancheng look uncomfortable, he either really wanted to do that to his sister, or ......

He couldn't say what it was, and he did argue with Song Zhaohua again, for the same person.

However, he never regretted it, his thin lips pursed tightly and waited for Song Zhaohua's reply, and the fists clenched on both sides of his side were clenched tightly, and the green tendons were visible.

"Okay, I'll go first." Song Zhaohua agreed to Song Zhancheng's wish, called a personal maid, and after taking a deep look at Song Zhancheng before leaving, he stopped pausing and walked straight out of the palace.

Although I am really sad for Song Zhancheng's various practices, flesh and blood relatives are not something to be watched, not to mention that they have been dependent on each other for many years, since the goal has been achieved, it is nothing to be wronged so much, I hope he will not let her down.

After Song Zhaohua left, Song Zhancheng's straight back seemed to lose his strength, and his momentum suddenly disappeared, leaving only the tight lips still glued and never separated.

Cheng Jingyun.

Song Zhancheng almost walked away when he thought of this name, his pace was much faster than before, he just wanted to see her now, and he arrived at Nanyuan in a short time.

"Click-" There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Jingyun ......" was a little anxious, with a hint of grievance and depression imperceptible.

However, the words that Song Zhancheng had just blurted out were stuck in his throat, and his eyes looked straight at the thing in Cheng Jingyun's hand.

Cheng Jingyun was fiddling with the gadget that Yan He gave her, and I have to say that since Yan He's explanation, she has been playing so much since that time, and she loves to take it out and tinker with it every day.

"Zhan Cheng?!" Cheng Jingyun exclaimed in surprise, got up and ran over to look at the person and said happily, "You're back." What do you think? ”

Song Zhancheng didn't answer Cheng Jingyun's words, and his face, which had just eased up, instantly turned cold and ugly again, "Give it to me." ”

"Huh? What the? Cheng Jingyun suddenly heard this, and was a little confused when she didn't understand, "What for you?" ”

Song Zhancheng didn't say anything and looked straight at something that was only a foot away from him, and Cheng Jingyun followed his gaze until she saw the gadget that Yan He gave her in her hand.

Yang raised the thing in his hand and asked, "This?" I'll ...... this Song Zhancheng?! ”

Cheng Jingyun was just about to say that she would untie this gadget, but when it came to the fact that one hand suddenly snatched the thing in her hand, Cheng Jingyun looked at it in amazement, looking at Song Zhancheng's action of snatching it away with a thunderous posture and wanting to throw it out, Cheng Jingyun's eyes widened and roared, "Song Zhancheng!" What do you want to do?! ”

Is this man sick???

Cheng Jingyun looked at Song Zhancheng's face with anger, even if she wanted to call her to him directly, what was the robbery? The key still wants to lose her things?? What the hell is he trying to do?!

Cheng Jingyun's roar made Song Zhancheng's movements pause in time, the raised hand did not let go, the object in his hand made an imperceptible sound under his clenching force, and looked at Cheng Jingyun with cold eyes, "What do I want to do, then what do you want to do?" ”

Unconsciously his tone brought a question, "You are playing with the things that Yan He gave you all day long, where do you put me?!" If you like him, you can tell the king, and the king will be perfected......"

"Smack-"

Song Zhancheng's face was beaten to the side by force, his eyebrows were faintly visible in the dimming light, and his expression was not clear, and the red marks on his face were clearly visible against the white skin around him.

Cheng Jingyun put down her somewhat numb hand, her face was ugly and embarrassing, and the look that flashed in her eyes was too complicated, with anger, disbelief and grievance, but more of disappointment.

"Click-" Another sound came again.

Song Zhancheng crushed the things in his hand.