"How's it going?" Song Jinghyuk propped his elbows on the sandalwood table and rubbed his aching eyebrows, his face was dark under the light of the oil lamp.

Long Wei, who was standing in front of the sandalwood tabletop, lowered his head and replied respectfully: "Master, everything has been done." ”

At this time, a male voice came from the side, whose tone was quite sharp, and he asked strangely, "Is it too early?" ”

This sentence seems to be the fuse of a certain critical point, Song Jinghe stood up when he heard this, the chair rubbed against the ground and made a "hiss" sound, Song Jinghyuk's face was hidden with displeasure and anger, "It's too early?" Then how long do you say Prince Ben will have to wait? It's not like you haven't seen it during this time, the balance of this prince in the heart of his father has been completely tilted! ”

"Chaoyue Society, Baili Tax, Industrial Defense Soldiers, New Water Conservancy Project Responsibility, Military Power, Which is not the matter that the father sent to others before, now Song Zhancheng is in charge, how long do you think this prince will have to wait!"

As soon as the words fell, the things on the sandalwood table were swept down with anger and resentment, and there was a loud noise and suppressed roar.

The man who had just spoken was silent for a moment, and then his voice was hoarse for a long time, "But, this is ......"

"Prince Ben knows!" Before Song Jinghe could finish speaking, he interrupted with a hideous face, "But what else can this prince do?!" ”

Song Jinghyuk's tone of voice turned with ruthless coldness, which made the person standing in the dark sigh silently, and then firmly.

"So now, it's time for you to show your loyalty and do good deeds, and make sure that nothing goes wrong for this prince, otherwise, I'd rather be broken—"

"Not for the tile!"

Long Wei was silent, Song Jinghe was his master, he must be loyal to him, even if he lost his life, this was also his duty destined from birth.

……

"It's almost winter, there should be a rainstorm tomorrow, remember to wear more." Song Zhancheng, who was sitting in the carriage, lifted a curtain and looked at the sky outside the carriage and instructed.

Cheng Jingyun put her hand on his warm palm, and the man wrapped her around her as usual to transfer heat to her.

Although there is an internal force that can make the body warm and warm, she still likes this way, and from time to time she moves her fingertips in his palm to rub each step of the thin cocoon on his palm and fingertips, which is very interesting.

The weather was good when they went, and now they were on their way back to the palace at noon, thinking that it would be warm and sunny in the afternoon, but they didn't expect the sky to be gloomy, but fortunately it has never rained, but the cold wind is a little cold.

So she changed to a carriage, if she still rode a horse, maybe she would be blown into something when she returned to the palace, and Song Zhancheng didn't allow it, so she got into the carriage comfortably.

As soon as they got off the carriage at the gate of the palace, they saw someone running over and preaching, "Lord, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess said that you are coming back and taking the princess to Beiyuan." ”

The two glanced at each other, unable to say clearly, I don't know why Song Zhaohua came to the Jin Prince's Mansion when he was in good health.

Since Song Zhaohua's asthma attack and living in Beiyuan for half a day, it has become a place for Song Zhaohua to rest every time he comes to Prince Jin's mansion and is hospitalized.

But he didn't care about anything else, Song Zhancheng frowned imperceptibly, "Tell my sister that this king will take the princess back to the garden to change her clothes and then arrive." ”

"Yes."

The two walked side by side on the way back to Nanyuan, and then pushed open the door and entered the room one after the other.

"Sister, what did she tell us to do?" Cheng Jingyun was a little puzzled, if there was something, then it must be Song Zhancheng and she couldn't find herself, but this time she suddenly emphasized that she would take herself, I am afraid that she also has something to do with herself, that is, I don't know whether it is good or bad, otherwise the impression of Song Zhaohua may be worsened.

Song Zhancheng was solemn and slightly worried when he heard this, and he had no choice but to say the result he had just thought of along the way, "Maybe it's because I took you to the barracks today?" ”

"What?"

In the north wing of Beiyuan, Song Zhaohua was sitting upright on a soft chair and quietly waiting for their arrival, his face was pale.

She's only been away for a few days? Song Zhancheng took Cheng Jingyun to the barracks, is that where a princess should go?

If she hadn't heard some rumors today, she would have thought that Song Zhancheng was dealing with political affairs, after all, he had announced that he had not seen him behind closed doors before, and she was in a hurry to stop for a while, and this kid was ready to be angry with her?

Song Zhaohua suddenly frowned, trying to think about what had happened when he had a sudden attack last time.

……

“…… Go and put the pharmacy in and out on the left...... Three grids...... Hurry up ......"

"Go and get the doctor...... Flatten ......"

……

"Sss She couldn't remember clearly, only vaguely remembered these clips, but it seemed that someone fed her something, and after eating it, she felt that her breath was smooth and she didn't have the tightness she had before, and then she was unconscious.

That voice seemed to be Cheng Jingyun's voice.

Song Zhaohua thought about it but immediately denied it, it was impossible, just the way she treated her before, how could she save her, maybe it was some maid.

In this way, self-affirmation waited for the sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Crunch-" There was a knock on the door, and it was immediately possible to see it in this particularly quiet wing.

"Where have you been?"

As soon as he entered, Song Zhaohua's voice came, Cheng Jingyun lowered her eyes and didn't know how to answer, it was really like Song Zhancheng guessed, it was because of what happened this morning that they came to Xingshi to ask for guilt.

Song Zhaohua looked straight at Song Zhancheng, anyway, she didn't let Cheng Jingyun answer, so she ignored her expression.

"Barracks." Song Zhancheng did not flinch, and looked at the past calmly.

As soon as Song Zhaohua heard this, his voice instantly raised, "You take her to the barracks??" Do you know that she can't go there?! ”

Cheng Jingyun frowned, and the angry voice came again, "A woman has been a married woman since ancient times and then ran to the barracks, not to mention that she is still a princess, so I don't know if I lose face!" What should I do if someone catches me about this and then criticizes and talks about it?! ”

"You too, you've always been in opposition to me lately, it's okay if you don't listen to me, aren't you afraid of losing face in Prince Jin's mansion!"

Song Zhancheng endured listening and was about to open his mouth to refute, but he felt that the corners of his clothes were pulled by a force, and he looked sideways and found that Cheng Jingyun shook his head at him, so he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

At this time, Cheng Jingyun raised her eyes and looked at Song Zhaohua and said seriously: "I'm sorry sister, this matter has become a fact, I won't do it next time, I will pay more attention to staying in the palace and doing my duties as a princess in the near future, don't be angry anymore." ”

Song Zhaohua glanced at her when she heard the words and didn't speak, it was useless for her to just say something, she was still waiting for Song Zhancheng to make a statement.

Song Zhancheng, who was standing on the side, narrowed his eyes, and the words that An Guohou had told him before sounded in his mind, and his pursed lips were slightly enlightened after all, "Sister, I know." ”

Only then did Song Zhaohua calm down the violent ups and downs of his emotions just now, took a sip of the hot tea on the side, and hummed lightly.

This time it was much better than she imagined, and Song Zhaohua glanced at Cheng Jinghua again in the heat of the hot tea, and her attitude was better than before, but then she snorted coldly in her heart, this is what she should do, how can she ask her husband to do it against her eldest sister.

"Okay, I'll rest for a while, and you guys go down."

"Yes."

Cheng Jingyun finally withdrew and closed the door for others, and only after walking away a little later did she breathe a sigh of relief, and then showed a smile at Song Zhancheng.

Song Zhancheng sighed helplessly and said nothing, and then hugged the person into his arms.