Song Huaci tossed and turned, seeing that Meng Zhaoyan didn't mention anything about dinner tonight, I am afraid that he did not go to eat at all, let alone get along with his sister. Wanting to be sure, she spoke cautiously and a thousand times.

"Your Highness, have you slept?"

Meng Zhaoyan moved and replied, "No." ”

"Your Highness, have you gone to the front hall for dinner tonight?"

"No, I suddenly have something to do tonight, and I've already sent someone to pass the word. Why, the ancestral hall doesn't know? Seeing that you stayed in the pharmacy before, you didn't always dispense medicine, you haven't moved around, right? ”

"Naturally, as soon as I got the medical book, I couldn't control myself a little, so I forgot about dinner."

Meng Zhaoyan smiled and asked, "Isn't the ancestral hall hungry?" You are like this, but you are a little distressed as a husband. ”

"If you're not hungry, if you're not hungry, you'll naturally say when you're hungry."

"Then you must say when you are hungry, this is the palace, not your Song Mansion, you don't have to grieve yourself anymore, if you can't leave, let the next person send it to the room, there are not so many rules in my house."

"Of course, do I look like someone who would wronged myself?"

Hearing this, Meng Zhaoyan said helplessly: "The ancestral hall is powerful, others don't know, but it's clear to be a husband." ”

"What do you know?" The Song Painting Shrine was so angry that he wanted to stomp his feet.

Meng Zhaoyan's low smile came from his ears, and the Song Painting Temple exhaled, it turned out that Meng Zhaoyan really hadn't been there, so didn't my sister just wait for a while?

Song Huaci secretly clenched her fists, no matter what, she would promote Song Qiaoshu's heart as soon as possible, and take advantage of the fact that there were no other women around Meng Zhaoyan, so that Meng Zhaoyan would fall in love with Song Qiaoshu in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, Song Huaci suddenly covered his heart, how could he suddenly feel abnormal chest tightness?

Meng Zhaoyan had been paying attention to the Song Painting Temple, noticed her movements, turned sideways and grabbed her hand and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

With the not-so-bright moonlight, Meng Zhaoyan's face naturally couldn't be so clear, but those eyes, no matter what time it was, were always so bright that people couldn't take their eyes off, and at this moment, the Song Painting Temple instantly indulged in such a gaze.

Coming back to her senses, Song Huaci broke away from his hand, her cheeks were hot on both sides, she thought that Meng Zhaoyan should not be able to see it clearly in such a dark, otherwise she would be laughed at by him again, and hurriedly said: "No, it's okay, you let go!" ”

"What's going on?" Meng Zhaoyan did not forgive.

"I—I'm just, a little hot."

Meng Zhaoyan reached out and probed her forehead and asked, "But in early spring, how can it be hot?" ”

It was a warm and silky skin, but it was only for a moment, and soon Meng Zhaoyan's hand was sensitively knocked off by the Song Painting Temple: "Don't move your hands and feet." ”

"I care about you."

"Who needs your care!"

"Are you really okay?"

Saying that, Meng Zhaoyan stretched out her hand again, this time the Song Painting Temple was prepared, and she easily dodged it, she couldn't figure out what was going on, she naturally skipped the possibility that someone would poison her, and said curtly: "Sleep, I'm going to sleep." ”

Song Huaci turned sideways, with his back to Meng Zhaoyan, his thin back was hard, and he saw Meng Zhaoyan's heart shake, he sighed in his heart, Ancestral Hall, Ancestral Hall, when will you be able to open your heart to me.

Song Huaci was very worried, but she no longer tossed and turned, so as not to alarm Meng Zhaoyan, her light skills have almost learned home, naturally she knows how to rest, and she has been thinking about things in her heart, so she naturally can't sleep.

In the middle of the moon, the doors and windows are closed, the palace maids guarding the front hall can no longer bear the sleepiness, drowsy, and the candlelight in the front hall is not extinguished all night, and it is swaying with the wind. Suddenly, a cool breeze struck, blowing open the eyes of the palace maid who were sleeping in a daze, and blew out the flickering lamps in the hall.

Hearing that Meng Zhaoyan's breathing beside him was gradually regular, and it was expected that Meng Zhaoyan was already asleep, Song Huaci lightly changed into a black night suit pressed under the wardrobe and put on a mask.

The Song Painting Ancestral Hall, who did all this, was cautious, and turned back from time to time to make sure whether Meng Zhaoyan was still asleep, in fact, she didn't have to be so careful, she directly sprinkled the prepared medicinal powder on Meng Zhaoyan inadvertently, and she could guarantee that Meng Zhaoyan would dream until dawn.

But somehow, I was moved by compassion.

The Song Painting Temple sighed silently, and his movements were lighter.

There are guards on the left and right sides of the main entrance, and there is a shift change every two hours, and the only omission during the period is outside the window of the inner hall, which leads directly to the back garden of the palace, ordinary people are not qualified to enter, and the palace guards naturally can't.

Counting the time, there is still a quarter of an hour to go to the next shift, Song Huaci looked behind him again, Meng Zhaoyan on the bed had a calm face, breathing steadily, but she looked like she was sleeping deeply, but she forgot that she had heard that Meng Zhaoyan had insomnia symptoms before, and such a deep sleep was not normal.

The rare full moon, the stratus clouds retreated without covering, and the moonlight poured without hesitation, casting the black figure of the Song Painting Temple standing by the window and waiting on the ground for a long time, and landed on a corner of the screen.

It was at this time that the Song Painting Temple sensitively heard the sound of the handover of the guards in the front hall.

When the conversation died down, Song Huaci turned around and looked at Meng Zhaoyan again, making sure that he was still asleep, and breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably. After making sure that the guards were far away, Song Huaci looked left and right, and saw that there was no one on both sides, so he pushed the window crack wider, pushed it behind the next person, and quickly flashed out, and the figure was so fast that he only had time to see the afterimage, and after making sure that there was no one on the left and right again, he pushed the window back to its original position, and there was really no sound during the period.

Song Huaci climbed to the roof according to the originally set route, the black figure was not obvious in the moonlight, she carefully crossed the eyes of the palace guards, and walked along the road of the palace in all directions, and when she came to the corner, she happened to meet a patrol of guards head-on, Song Huaci was shocked, and quickly dodged, but she didn't want to be seen by the person who led the team.

"Who? Hold it! ”

The captain led the whole team of ten people to run in the direction of the Song Painting Temple, the Song Painting Temple was in a hurry, and the first night detective was touched, what kind of luck did this have!

She jumped on the roof quickly, the people in the guards were just ordinary reckless people, they definitely didn't have such light skills as her, and they couldn't find her in a short time, but they had to lure people away quickly, so as not to attract more people, and I was afraid that they wouldn't be able to escape at that time, let alone meet with Qianjiao.

Song Huaci unloaded a piece of roof tiles, and threw it accurately into the pool in the distance, only to hear the sound of "poof", and sure enough, then the guards who also heard the sound immediately turned their heads, and one of them said: "He is hiding in the water, go and search!" ”

Yang Yang passed by, and Yang Yang went away, and the heart of the Song Painting Temple was finally put back, but a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Not daring to be as careless as before, the Song Painting Temple was careful and careful, and arrived at a remote wing of the palace in a hurry.

The Song Painting Temple originally carefully asked the people of the palace, knowing that because there was a dry well, people did not dare to live in this place, and it was a detour to take a detour when it was common, so no one would come at all, and it was a good place to meet people alone.

The time to meet with the concubine was still a little short, and the Song Painting Temple walked around in this small courtyard, turning to the dry well, thinking of the fear of the people, I couldn't help but be a little curious, and by the moonlight, I stretched out half of my head to look at the bottom of the dry well.

Since the Song Painting Temple turned over and went out, Meng Zhaoyan's eyes that were as bright as ink in the night opened suddenly, and he tapped the wall of the bed a few times, but in an instant, a ghost-like figure appeared in front of the window, dressed in a black suit, and his face was also covered with a black cloth, only a pair of eyes were very clear in the night, if you listened carefully, you would find that the person's breath was almost inaudible.

"Master."

The man fell to one knee, his head buried very low, and his voice was steady and respectful.

Meng Zhaoyan supported half of his body, and did not look at the person, his right index finger lightly tapped the bed, and asked, "Where did the princess go?" ”