"What my sister and the four princes are talking about, my sister also wants to hear it."

"Didn't say anything."

Chu Mohan responded, then raised his feet and walked forward, so angry that Song Wanqing glared at Song Wanfeng fiercely.

"Sister, don't want Xiao to think about the four princes, the identity of the four princesses, my sister is not worthy." Song Wanqing said sarcastically with cold eyes.

When Song Wanfeng heard this, she was speechless.

Don't say that Song Wanfeng has never thought about Chu Mohan, even if Xiao has thought about it, she Song Wanfeng is not worthy of Chu Mohan, is it possible that she Song Wanqing is worthy of it, not to mention that she has no intention of Chu Mohan.

"Evening breeze."

Wei Shurou, who had already walked ahead, noticed that Song Wanqing's face was very bad and stared at Song Wanfeng and shouted.

"Don't say that I think about it, even if I don't think about it, do you think you can get Chu Mohan? Don't laugh at death, it's better to let your father and Mrs. Liu choose a husband for you as soon as possible. ”

After the words fell, Song Wanfeng raised her feet and walked towards Wei Shurou.

Wei Shurou took Song Wanfeng's hand and didn't ask her, Chu Mohan and Song Wanqing both said something to her, but said cordially and gently: "Go, accompany me to see the flowers." ”

"Okay."

After walking a few steps, Wei Shurou suddenly sighed and said: "Before, I always wanted to give birth to a daughter, but I gave birth to a stinky boy, the boy is a boy, and I am always angry with me, if I give birth to a daughter like the evening breeze, I will definitely wake up with a smile in my dreams." ”

Seeing that although Wei Shurou was complaining, when she mentioned Chu Ziyu, her face was full of smiles, and Song Wanfeng just listened quietly and did not speak.

And at this time in the woods.

Zhou Xi was reporting to Chu Ziyu the results of the investigation of the assassins who were chasing and killing the princess.

"When the little one arrived, although the body had been disposed of, the little one still found clues from it and found it, and it was a dead man privately raised by the four princes." Zhou said.

"Why did Chu Mohan assassinate my mother?" Chu Ziyu frowned.

"Among the princes, the prince has the closest relationship with the second prince, and the second prince is the emperor's favorite candidate——"

"In addition, the emperor recently intends to give me military power, so Chu Mohan is in a hurry and wants to test me?"

Zhou Yan nodded.

After being silent for a while, Chu Ziyu looked at Zhou Yan and asked, "Have you found out where the dead soldiers raised by Chu Mohan are?" ”

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"Keep looking."

"Yes."

"Plus, send some more men to secretly guard my mother, and let Monday—"

Before Chu Ziyu finished speaking, he suddenly found that a man in front of him was sneaky, this is the backyard of Hanshan Temple, and ordinary men rarely appear here.

"Do you need to catch the little ones?"

"No, you don't." Chu Ziyu refused.

This Hanshan Temple, due to the arrival of Concubine Qing and Chu Mohan, coupled with the appearance of his mother, should have closed the mountain, and no ordinary people are allowed to appear, this man appeared strangely!

"You asked me to come to Hanshan Temple on Monday and Tuesday to protect my mother."

When the words fell, Chu Ziyu followed the man, and Zhou Yan went in the other direction.

Not long after following him, he saw the man come to the back door of Hanshan Temple, the man stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, and after a while, the door was opened. Chu Ziyu recognized at a glance that the person who came to open the door was actually Song Wanqing's maid.

"Why did you come so late?" Saizuki complained.

"I've crossed the mountains and mountains, and I can get there at this time, and I've counted my luck." The man said.

"Alright, come in quickly, don't let anyone find out." While talking to the man, Caiyue looked around in a panic.

It's good, what is the maid of the late Song Dynasty looking for a man to come up to this Hanshan Temple? Could it be that Song Wanqing was unbearable at night and missed a man?

As soon as this idea came out, Chu Ziyu shook his head and vetoed it.

Song Wanqing looked at the eyes of the four princes, and anyone could see that the woman liked Chu Mohan, and since she liked it and wanted to marry Chu Mohan, she naturally wouldn't dare to do this act that hurt others and was not beneficial to herself.

Since she didn't use it herself, could it be-

Song Wanfeng's beautiful face flashed from Chu Ziyu's mind, and then he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

If there is no him today, how good is that girl!

Chu Ziyu continued to follow, and at the moment when Chu Ziyu disappeared, in the other direction, there was also a person who saw this scene in his eyes, and then went to the backyard of Hanshan Temple, found Chu Mohan, and whispered in Chu Mohan's ear.

Chu Mohan's face was gloomy, and after a while, he whispered to the man, who nodded, and then disappeared into the backyard.

Song Wanfeng has been following Wei Shurou's side, the two chatted casually, occasionally Qing Guifei deliberately made things difficult, and before she could speak, Wei Shurou opened her mouth to speak for her, reducing her embarrassment.

Thinking of Wei Shurou's heart disease, I only hope that the old lady Wei can discover the ancient prescription for treating heart disease in "The Essence of Hundred Herbs" as soon as possible, so that the princess can suffer less.

"I heard that Miss Song's piano skills are very good, you might as well play a song for everyone to appreciate and appreciate." As soon as she sat down, Qing Guifei said.

Song Wanfeng looked up at Song Wanqing, who was sitting below Concubine Qing, and saw the smug smile on the corner of her mouth, what else did she not understand.

"Qing Guifei Niangniang said that she laughed, the evening organ skills are too ordinary, but I am afraid of staining the ears of the concubine Niangniang and everyone."

"It's okay, it's time to entertain everyone."

Amusement?

These two words, Wei Shurou's face changed instantly, only the music and the attendants need to entertain everyone, Song Wanfeng is the dignified concubine of the Wenguo Mansion, isn't this putting it on the bright face to humiliate Song Wanfeng?

How could Song Wanfeng not understand what Concubine Qing meant, she just wanted to refuse, but unexpectedly, there were always some people who didn't want her to live too comfortably and wanted her to make a fool of herself in front of everyone.

"The concubine said so, and the wind was ugly that night."

"Evening breeze."

Wei Shurou wanted to stop Song Wanfeng, but Song Wanfeng had already gotten up and walked to the piano in the pavilion, and finally didn't say much.

Sitting upright in front of the piano, Song Wanfeng casually played "Winding Paths and Secluded" that he practiced in the Wenguo Mansion on weekdays.

Qing Guifei held the teacup, pursed the corners of her lips, and her eyes were cold.

Darkbelly: This is a gentle song, and as long as you don't make mistakes, you won't be able to see anything. Song Wanfeng seems to have no desires and no desires, but from this selection of songs, it can be seen that this woman is quite scheming, and such a woman is not suitable for her.

Just thinking like this, as the song deepened, Qing Guifei's face sank, and her brows frowned slightly.

Listening to the originally gentle tune, I was stunned to let the Song evening wind play out of the mountain woods, encountering a violent storm, and then after the rainstorm, the mountains gradually calmed down, and the birds and insects chirped, full of vitality.

In Song Wanqing's ears, he only felt that Song Wanfeng played very ordinary, but when he saw Qing Guifei glaring at him fiercely, and seeing everyone looking amazing, his face instantly became gloomy.

When the song is finished, there is a thunderous sound in the backyard,

"Miss Song's piano skills are superb, but it is unexpected."

"The evening breeze is ugly."

Song Wanqing's eyes stared at Song Wanfeng fiercely, and Song Wanfeng, who noticed Song Wanqing's sight, hooked her lips and smiled, so angry that Song Wanqing's face became even more ugly.

Song Wanfeng!

Song Wanqing gritted her teeth and muttered Song Wanfeng's name in her heart, but when she thought of the gift she had prepared for Song Wanfeng, the anger and hatred on Song Wanqing's face disappeared, and she turned to a smug smile.

Such a change made Song Wanfeng a little puzzled.

What bad idea did Song Wanqing hold back?

"This palace has ordered someone to prepare some snacks, everyone can try it." Qing Guifei said.

Everyone tasted it together, and when Concubine Qing saw that Song Wanfeng didn't move, she said, "Why doesn't Miss Song eat it?" Do you think that there are no good ingredients in this temple, or do you think that the dim sum made by the chef brought by the main palace is not delicious? ”

"How so."

Song Wanfeng picked up a piece of dim sum and ate it, praising it: "It's very delicious, sweet, and delicious." ”

"It's delicious, so eat more."

After eating a bite or two, Song Wanfeng felt that her mouth was extremely dry, and she reached out to pick up the tea in front of her and drank it, but she didn't notice the weird smile on Song Wanqing's face at this time.

After sitting for a while, Song Wanfeng suddenly felt a cramping pain in her abdomen, and she had a feeling of wanting to go somewhere.

"What's wrong?" Wei Shurou, who noticed that Song Wanfeng's expression was wrong, asked.

"It's probably drinking too much water." Song Wanfeng responded.

As soon as Wei Shurou heard this, she understood the meaning of Song Wanfeng's words, and said, "Go and come back quickly." ”

"Yes."

Song Wanfeng hurriedly went to the toilet in Hanshan Temple with the support of Baicao, and after a while, Song Wanqing was also a little unwell, and wanted to retreat first, but Qing Guifei nodded and agreed.

As soon as he walked out of people's sight, Song Wanqing excitedly grabbed Caiyue's hand and asked, "How are things?" ”

"Miss, don't worry, it's all ready."

"Good! Act according to the plan. ”

"Yes!"

On the other side, not long after Song Wanfeng came out, he found that the feeling of abdominal cramps gradually disappeared, and he didn't want to be respectful.

"It's all out anyway, so let's go back to the room." Song Wanfeng Dao.

As soon as he took two steps, Baicao suddenly fainted, and Song Wanfeng was so frightened that he hurriedly held on.

"Baicao."

Song Wanfeng, who was worried about Baicao, didn't notice it at all, and suddenly a masked man appeared behind her, and a knife stuned her. The man first hid the herbs behind the rockery, and then carried Song Wanfeng into one of the Zen monasteries and put it on the bed.

After making sure that there was no one around, he closed the door, tore off the face towel on his face, and left as if nothing had happened.

Not long after the man left, Chu Ziyu picked up a person and climbed in from the window, and threw the person on his shoulder to the bed without the slightest pity, it was Song Wanqing.

Looking at Song Wanfeng's sleeping face, Chu Ziyu sighed twice, put his hands through Song Wanfeng's waist, picked him up, and then used his feet to open the quilt, cover Song Wanqing, and then ran away from the window with Song Wanfeng in his arms.

As soon as Chu Ziyu left, Chu Mohan appeared.