It was he who misunderstood her, and he misunderstood her for three whole years.

even regarded Xia Qingyao, who had replaced her credit, as a benefactor, and reprimanded and snubbed her again and again for that ridiculous repayment.

She saved his life.

But he didn't know anything, he thought he was a patient, he thought he had given half his life for Song Zhao, and he thought that Song Zhao owed him......

So in the three years that Song Zhao ignored him, he began to complain about her, sneered at her, and even scolded her for not being his sister.

As everyone knows, she has already fought hard to save him.

And Song Zhao, who was misunderstood and resented by him, endured all the grievances silently and quietly

Scenes flashed through my mind.

How much he resented Song Zhao's cold-bloodedness in the past, how deep the remorse in his chest was at this moment.

Song was envious and his mouth was full of blood.

His hands were clenched into fists and pressed against his chest.

A hoarse and mournful voice continued to overflow from his throat.

So.

He, what stupid things he's done.

Half ringing.

He opened his lips with difficulty and asked, "What is the sequelae of the little sister?" ”

Yao Wang said, "I can't stay for three years, I can only lie in bed and recuperate." ”

"Sequelae, does it hurt?"

Yao Wang said, "That is, you will be chilled all over your body, and at the same time, it will be like your whole body has been pricked by needles." ”

Song Jingxian remembered that her little sister came back from illness three years ago.

At that time, he thought that the little sister had no heart and lungs to go to his friends when he was at stake, and blamed her for being cold-blooded.

Song asked with a trembling look, "Do you have a needle here?" ”

"Yes, a lot."

The medicine king smiled and handed over a row of silver needles, as if he knew what Song Jingxian was going to do, so he happily left the house to him alone and walked out.

Song Jingxian pulled out a needle and stabbed it into the abdomen without hesitation.

Rao was prepared, but the sharp pain still made him tense.

Song was envious, and his eyes were dry.

Pull out the silver needle again and continue to prick yourself.

Compared to this kind of pain, what is the cold poison attack?

And his little sister endured it day and night for three years.

When he was afflicted by his illness, she was in more pain than he was.

She's only nine years old.

The most carefree time has already tasted the torture that people may not experience for a lifetime.

When Song Jinfu pushed the door in, he found that Song Jingxian had fainted.

The young man was curled up, his mouth full of blood, his face pale and embarrassed.

Approximately overstimulation.

Song Jinfu instantly understood why his grandmother wanted him to accompany him, it turned out that he was afraid that Song would faint and no one would care.

He looked at Song Jing's miserable appearance, and he gloated a little.

In the end, he couldn't get angry, raised his leg and gave him a kick, and scolded him again that he deserved it.

After rushing back to the Song Mansion, Song Jinfu threw Song Jingxian back into his yard and went to report the situation to his grandmother.

Mrs. Song looked unexpected, and said coldly, "This is what he deserves, don't ask anyone to take care of it, and be dizzy." ”

*

Next.

Song Zhao washed up under the service of the bell and finished breakfast.

He packed his luggage and loaded it into the carriage and went to the governor's mansion alone.

The Governor's Mansion is not far from the Song Mansion.

The carriage traveled for half an hour.

Si Yu ordered the subordinates in the house in advance, so when Song Zhao arrived at the door, the subordinates came over to salute and take the luggage for Song Zhao.

The person who received Song Zhao was Si Yu's eldest maid Xue Yu, who looked good, but her demeanor was a little mean, and she didn't look very easy to get along with.

She greeted her lukewarmly, "Say hello to Miss Song, the slave is the eldest maid of the Metropolitan Governor, Xue Yu, on the order of the Metropolitan Governor, and will serve you personally when you live in the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion." ”

Song Zhao followed Xue Yu to the mansion and asked casually, "Where is the fourth brother?" ”

Xue Yu frowned.

She is a maid cultivated by Si Yu's secret forces, and she thinks she is a big celebrity around Si Yu, and she is envied in this mansion.

Since she lived in the Governor's Mansion, the dignitaries and dignitaries who came and went, and whoever saw her had to give three points of courtesy.

She thought that Song Zhao should please her and give her some meeting gifts.

As a result, why doesn't this serious lady of the family understand the rules at all?

Xue Yu pursed her lips, "The wind and cold of the Metropolitan Governor have not healed, and they are still recuperating in the room at this time, Miss Song should not be pampered and arrogant, relying on the favor of the Metropolitan Governor, she wants to ask him to pick you up regardless of the Metropolitan Governor's body, and the slave maid will take you to settle down first." ”

Song Zhao touched his nose.

She didn't have to ask Lord Quanchen to drag her sick body to pick her up.

There are so many scenes with this big girl.

However, since she is the maid of Lord Quanchen, she is not qualified to say anything.

Entered the house.

Song Zhao looked around.

The Governor's Mansion is seven in and seven out, it is very atmospheric, pavilions, rockeries and flowing water, garden fruit trees, everything, it is a luxurious mansion.

Presumably, Emperor Yuan Chun gritted his silver teeth before he was willing to send it to Lord Quanchen to live.

Song Zhao picked a peony to play with while walking.

Xue Yu paused and reprimanded very harshly, "Miss Song, this is the territory of the Grand Governor, but it is not a place for you to stay in private, how can you casually touch and damage every grass and tree here, you know that these flowers and maids have been arranged by the slaves and maids in the house for a long time, and you will ruin the scenery of the mansion if you move casually, it is really too rude!" ”

Song Zhao pouted.

It's a little unsafe, but I still put the peony flower back.

Xue Yu was not satisfied, and even warned Song Zhaolai on the line, "The slave is the master's most trusted big maid, and everything will be considered by the metropolitan governor." Therefore, in the days when Miss Song lives in the mansion, Miss Song should listen to the advice of the slaves and maids more and keep to herself. After all, you live in the Governor's Mansion, and your every move involves the interests of your master. ”

As she spoke, she looked at Song Zhao with critical eyes.

I became more and more dissatisfied.

It's just a yellow-haired girl who hasn't reached the end of her life, and she was born so beautiful that she will grow up in the future, and she will be the face of a demon concubine of the country.

No wonder he turned the master hook upside down.

At a young age, he is really scheming.

Song Zhao seemed to be smiling.

I didn't bother to pay attention to this person's horn the whole time.

After arriving at the courtyard where he lived, Song Zhao sat down casually, as relaxed as in his own home.

Xue Yu couldn't help frowning.

She continued to speak in a somewhat mocking tone, "Miss Song, the slave maid heard that the master intimidated the people because you did not report to the military region in time to report on duty, which caused the morale of the army and the people to be unstable, is there such a thing?" ”

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows casually, "Are you questioning me?" ”

Xue Yu said, "The slave just wants to advise Miss Song not to charm the master." You don't know how hard it is for the master to have today's status, he can't take a wrong step, but because you have suffered. If Miss Song is really good for the master, she should understand the rules. Don't let the master impulsively damage your reputation for you, the impact you have on your master now is like a demon concubine of the country. ”

Song Zhao chuckled.

The cat's eyes were crooked, innocent and harmless, "You call yourself a slave, and the shelf is bigger than the fourth brother, what kind of rule is this?" ”