After Song Yi went back, he didn't sleep all night.

First, she came to Wentao Garden, a new environment, and she was a little inexplicably excited; Second, she didn't know whether she should tell the real king about the old lady's recruitment of herself.

Song Yi vaguely doubted whether the relationship between the old lady and the real king was as harmonious as outsiders said, but after all, this was just her speculation, and there was no evidence.

If she took the liberty of telling the prince, would it be considered as provoking the relationship between their ancestors and grandchildren?

Song Yi thought a lot, not only for the next life in the palace, but also worried about how to get along with the world after he crossed over.

Ever since she crossed over, she had been worried about surviving. Now, when I come to Wentao Garden, with the protection of the real king Zhu Xi, I should be safe for the next period of time.

It's time for her to think about herself.

Now, there is only one thing on her list.

Song Yi stroked her cheeks, that's right, she was extremely dissatisfied with her current face.

A thirteen-year-old girl, who should have been the age of blooming, was dark and short, with an age like a flower, and no flower-like appearance.

Song Yi used to love beauty very much, and he has always been willing to invest in himself.

It is said that women should be cruel to themselves. Song Yi thought so.

Song Yi believes that "there are no ugly women, only lazy women"

There is never a natural beauty that is difficult to give up, only the perseverance of "iron pestle grinding needle".

And if you want to regain your beauty, first of all, you must replenish nutrients and work hard to become white.

As the saying goes, "one white covers three ugly". She believes that she was not born so dark and thin, as long as she supplements nutrition, strengthens exercise, and then pays attention to sun protection and whitening, she will definitely be able to change a lot.

Song Yi thought about it, it was already the second half of the night. Finally, I was tired and fell asleep.

On the other side, in the study of Wentao Garden.

A yellow light, swaying a lone shadow.

"You said she came out of Qingsongyuan?"

"Yes"

The man paused, then said, "Got it"

Then, a dark shadow flew by. The man was left alone.

The man is none other than the real king Zhu Xi.

After his subordinates left, Zhu Xi thought for a while, and then looked down at the information of Song Yi handed over to him by his subordinates.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Yi was still dreaming of "spa" in bed.

The knocking sound outside the door disturbs people's dreams at an inopportune time.

Song Yi slept late last night and didn't get up at all this morning.

And the people outside the door, left and right, etc., no one answered the door at all, and they seemed to be more impatient.

There were constant knocks on the door, and Song Yi on the bed finally got up from the bed.

Song Yi, who was sleepy-eyed and unkempt, reluctantly opened the door.

Looking at the door panel of the "dying", Song Yi shouted, "Okay, here, don't knock." What's the hurry? What about reincarnation? ”

Song Yi was a little angry when he got up, and he didn't speak well.

When the door opened, Song Yi and the knocker looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces were shocked.

"Why is he here? Where am I? Where is this? Song Yi, who was not completely awake, was in a trance for a while when he saw the people outside the door.

And the people outside the door, looking at the spicy-eyed woman in front of them, were speechless. When has this been? Women haven't gotten up yet, where is the consciousness of serving people?

"You"

"You"

"Why are you here?" Song Yi asked.

"Why are you still here?" The man outside the door asked angrily.

Song Yi's mind gradually cleared up, and he remembered that he was in Wentao Garden at the moment, and the person who came was Yin Xiaohei, who had a holiday yesterday.

"What do you want to do when you knock on my door early in the morning?"

Song Yi's face was full of questions, he didn't care about the image, he leaned against the door and sighed.

Yin Xiaohei looked at the woman without the slightest image in front of him, and felt very puzzled that the prince left this girl.

"What? What else do I have to ask you? When has this been, and you haven't gotten up yet? Do you still have the consciousness to serve others? ”

"The princes all get up early and have breakfast. You hurry out and get breakfast ready."

Yin Xiaohei said while looking at Song Yi with disgust, and finally couldn't help but sneer, "Look at what you look like." Even if you look ugly, you're still so sloppy......"

Song Yi exploded as soon as he heard this: "What did you say?" What about me, what about you? Are you my brother, or my husband? I love as I am, and where is your turn? ”

"You...... You ......" Yin Xiaohei didn't know how to take it for a while, and only persuaded himself that good men don't fight with women, especially a woman without a tutor.

"I'm too lazy to talk about you. Do you still want to have a husband? Go back and daydream it."

Saying that, Yin Xiaohei didn't wait for Song Yi to reply, and immediately turned around and left.

No matter what Song Yi was furious in the back.

Song Yi slammed the door shut and returned to the house in a huff.

The more he thought about it, the more angry Song Yi became, and scolded Yin Xiaohei in his heart.

Song Yi, who was unwilling, found the mirror in the house.

Raising his eyes, "Yo, ghost"

Song Yi threw out the mirror in his hand, and then stroked his chest to let himself breathe smoothly.

However, soon, Song Yi, who was startled, realized who was in the mirror just now.

The frightened Song Yi picked up the mirror again, and almost fainted when he took such a look.

"What the hell? It's ugly......"

Song Yi, who recognized the facts, was about to cry.

Thinking of Yin Xiaohei's expression when he saw the ghost just now, he seemed to understand a little.

Don't talk about him, Song Yi himself was startled just now.

Song Yi, who had just gotten up, was dry and dark.

"I want to be beautiful" Song Yi silently made up his mind in his heart.

After a simple freshening up, Song Yi hurried to the hall.

Song Yi saw that Zhenwang and Xiao Hei were seated, and only she was the last to come in.

Pretending to be nothing, he went into the house.