Zhang Yunyao still stayed.

To be honest, Song Yunshu is still quite wary of this unknown person. However, both the Song family and the attendants in the family had a good impression of this good-looking, hard-working, and relatively gentle person. Including the little third son, the spring look on his face is as if he has found the lover of his dreams.

made Song Yunshu look like a vexatious son.

Even so, Song Yunshu still didn't let down his guard against her.

The people she sent to check Zhang Yunyao's identity all returned in vain.

No one had ever heard of Zhang Yunyao's name, not even a place in the south where there were natural disasters. This makes her identity even more confusing.

Every time Song Yunshu wanted to ask something, she would look like 'I know Gongzi didn't trust me yet, it's okay', which made her have an even more headache, and then, Song would drive her back to her courtyard.

And what made Song Yunshu even more incomprehensible was that he knew that he didn't trust her, why did he run to him again and again.

Song Yunshu frowned, looked at Zhang Yunyao, who was carefully pouring tea for her, and said coldly: "No one told you, don't come into my study." ”

Zhang Yunyao was told by her, biting her lower lip, the pear blossom with rain looked like Song Yunshu had done something to her.

"It's just that the master said that you have been working for a long time and want the slave to pour tea for you." She looked at her timidly, "This is brought by slaves from the south, it can clear the throat and moisten the lungs, and relieve fatigue." ”

Song Yunshu rubbed her temples with a headache, and came again, no matter what she said, as long as she brought her mother, she would have no problem.

Seeing this, Zhang Yunyao wanted to rub her brows, but Song Yunshu ruthlessly waved her away.

Just kidding, let an unfamiliar person close to her, and she doesn't think she has a long life.

Suddenly, thinking of something, she looked at Zhang Yunyao fixedly and asked, "Will you remember to bring tea when you flee?" ”

Zhang Yunyao replied to her as if she had known that she would ask such a question: "Back to Gongzi, the slave maid's family makes a living by selling tea, and they left in a hurry, and they were reluctant to throw away this family heirloom." ”

Song Yunshu: "Why did you appear under the cliff?"

Zhang Yunyao: "The slave maid came to the capital for the first time, and she accidentally got lost and was injured, so she thought that there should be healing herbs on the mountain, so she went to try her luck."

Song Yunshu: "My family's surname is Zhang?"

Zhang Yunyao: "Yes."

Song Yunshu asked, "What about your parents?"

“…… Both father and mother have passed away. Zhang Yunyao lowered her head, and her teary eyes made people feel pity. Seeing her like this, Song Yunshu, who still had problems herself, was stuck in her throat and couldn't ask anything.

"Stop calling yourself a slave, my Song family doesn't like this." Song Yunshu nodded, signaled that he understood, and said, "You go out, don't come in without my permission." This is not the place you should be. "There are important documents in the study, and she usually doesn't allow anyone to come in and out at will.

Fortunately, the servants are more clever. But after all, Zhang Yunyao had just arrived at her house, and she couldn't say anything, just mentioned it.

"Yes." Zhang Yunyao seemed a little reluctant, but she still left respectfully. He glanced at her before leaving.

Song Yunshu turned a blind eye to her glance and closed his eyes to recuperate.

She answered all her questions, and there were good reasons. This makes people even more suspicious, too standard, as if she already knew what she would ask, simulated the answer, and even had the demeanor of the answer.

It's this look that makes people not suspicious, and it's even more suspicious.

Although Song Yunshu had made it clear that she didn't need to take care of her, she still took the gold medal given by the Song family to avoid death, and often went in and out of her yard.

She took care of her meticulously and thoughtfully, and couldn't fault it at all.

It's okay to be idle, Song Yunshu likes to sit in the yard with Xiaobao in his arms and bask in the sun. She stood next to them, delivered tea and snacks in time, and liked to tease Xiaobao.

But strangely, Xiaobao seems to dislike her very much. Every time she approached, Xiaobao's little brows were furrowed tightly, and if he reached out to touch him, he looked like he was going to cry.

It shouldn't be that you don't want to see your mother, and you don't want to see her. Song Yunshu couldn't help but smile when he saw his son's performance, and gently pinched his little nose.

Every time Xiao Sanzi saw Zhang Yunyao who was rejected, he had tears in his eyes, and said to Xiaobao in a particularly manly manner: "Young Master Xiaobao, how can you do this?" My mother said that it was not right to make a girl cry. ”

Xiaobao pursed his mouth, a pair of black eyes were bright, and he looked particularly straightforward.

Seeing this, the third son made a trick and pretended to be angry: "If you want to be like this, I will ...... I won't tell you a story! ”

It seems that it is not enough, and he deliberately added a sentence, and the little third son said viciously: "I won't play with you!" ”

It's naïve. Song Yunshu commented, how could Xiaobao be in order to ......

Then I saw that Xiaobao stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pull Zhang Yunyao's hand.

Song Yunshu: "......"

The slap in the face hurts.

Zhang Yunyao was frightened and reached out to wrap his little hand.

Xiaobao didn't look at her, but looked at Xiao Sanzi, with a look of 'are you satisfied'. I don't know if it's an illusion, Song Yunshu always felt that Xiaobao looked helpless.

It should be an illusion, how old Xiaobao is.

Song Yunshu's mind was all on Xiaobao, so he didn't notice a cold killing intent in Zhang Yunyao's eyes.

Xiao Sanzi noticed it, he rubbed his eyes and saw that she was still smiling gently, so he could only comfort himself that he had seen it wrong.

At night.

Song drank the tea made by Zhang Yunyao himself, felt the force on his shoulder, and squinted his eyes pleasantly.

"Yun Shu is still like that to you?" Song asked.

She bit her lip and said, "Childe still doesn't like slaves very much. ”

Song sighed helplessly, and comforted softly: "Don't care, that kid is like this, always thinking too much." ”

Zhang Yunyao walked in front of Song and suddenly knelt down, her eyes full of tears.

Song was suddenly frightened by her, and hurriedly wanted to help her up and asked, "Yun Yao, what are you doing here?" ”

Zhang Yunyao held Song's hand to help her and said, "If you drive the slave and maid out, the slave and maid will really be homeless." ”

Song said distressedly: "What do you say, who will drive you out?" ”

Zhang Yunyao still refused to get up and said: "Song Gongzi doesn't like slaves and maids, and slaves and maids are afraid that he will drive them away sooner or later." ”

"How dare she?" Song patted her on the shoulder and comforted, "Don't worry, with me, she won't dare." ”

Zhang Yunyao stood up at this time and burst into laughter.

After serving Song to sleep, she left. Standing in the doorway, a black bird landed on her shoulder, chirping hoarsely.

With a blank face, she took the blackbird in her hand and walked into her room.

At his feet was a note that read: Situation?

She replied: Trusted, not discovered.

The blackbird flew out of the window with the letter, and the black figure merged with the night.

For some reason, the Song family has a lot of masters, guarding it. Obviously, Song Yunshu is just a small Hanlin, how can there be so many people guarding it?

In order to prevent the grass from startling the snake, she could only use the sound bird to send a message to the master.

Song Yunshu was entangled in this matter, and it was not only her who was troubled, but also Chu Yuchen, who was dressed as a man.

If it weren't for reason to remind himself, the Song Mansion would not only be bad.