After a while, Song Huaci's right hand unconsciously pinched the corner of the table, and turned his head to look at her, "Sister, Meng Zhaoyan is not such a person who punishes subordinates at will, I will ask him in detail about this matter when I go back, and he will always give me an explanation." ”

What the Song Painting Temple didn't know was that this sentence inadvertently showed Song Qiaoshu how Meng Zhaoyan treated the Song Painting Temple on weekdays, in ancient times, women had a low status, and they only saw their husbands questioning their wives, but they didn't see their wives questioning their husbands, which shows how indulgent Meng Zhaoyan was in the Song Painting Temple.

Song Qiaoshu was bitter in her heart, choked up, but her face seemed to stop crying, and said: "The ancestral hall should also ask the prince, Changyun's suffering cannot be in vain." ”

Song Huaci snorted as if she had nothing to do, her heart seemed to be blocked, she forcibly suppressed the discomfort, and turned back to the topic: "Put this matter aside for the time being, sister, tell me what you said to Meng Zhaoyan." ”

"Ancestral ......" Song Qiaoshu looked at her with tears in her eyes.

Song Huaci's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, sister?" ”

"Lord Wang, he's not good to me."

"How so?" The Song Painting Temple was quite surprised.

Song Qiaoshu nodded, "That's true, as soon as the prince came, he asked Chang Yun about the assassination of the ancestral hall, I didn't know it, I was able to avoid it, and then I ......"

Song Qiaoshu twisted her handkerchief and said: "The prince told me that the ancestral hall is the princess who is being married by the prince and the media, and the princess is only the ancestral hall, and there is no room for other women......"

After that, it was another spit, and I couldn't speak directly.

Song Qiaoshu only said how to say the thing that was humiliated by the prince to the Song Painting Temple, so she couldn't explain it, but the Song Painting Temple was a different idea.

"So my sister understands her own intentions, and thinks that her feelings for him have been worn out and exhausted?"

Song Huaci asked according to Meng Zhaoyan's words, but Song Qiaoshu was taken aback.

Her look like this was exactly what Song Huaci was thinking, "Sister, I'm right, right?" ”

Song Qiaoshu was speechless, she didn't know where the idea of Song Painting Temple came from, she had admired Meng Zhaoyan for a long time, and she had never seen strong feelings, not half of them, she had already explained her thoughts to Song Painting Temple before, and now how did this come out.

It won't be ......

Rajah!

There is only the prince, and it must be that the prince went back to say something to the ancestral hall, so that the ancestral hall had such an idea.

"Sure enough, sister, you acquiesced, I still didn't believe it, so I came to my sister to ask clearly, it turned out to be ......" Song Huaci's heart jumped, remembering that Meng Zhaoyan treated her like that because of this incident, "Sister is really confused, you don't know, when I told Meng Zhaoyan about this, he looked like me, I don't know why, I feel very uncomfortable......

Song Qiaoshu shook her head hurriedly, "Ancestral ......"

"Ahh

A sentence of "no", a sentence of "how could it be", Sheng Sheng was stuck in his throat by the screams outside the door.

"Lord Wang! Rajah! The slave knows his mistake, and the slave doesn't dare anymore! Rajah! ”

Song Qiaoshu's face turned pale suddenly, such a voice is very familiar, Chang Yun was like this when he was taken away, miserable and desperate.

On the other hand, Song Painting Ancestral Hall, hearing the next person shouting the word "Wangye" like this, her eyebrows furrowed even deeper, she didn't pay attention to Song Qiaoshu's face at the moment, only patted the other party's hand to appease, and then raised her voice and called: "Xiyue!" ”

Xiyue ran in with her skirt, dressed herself, and said, "What does the princess command?" ”

"Go and see, what's going on outside?"

"Yes, slave and maid will go."

Xiyue walked away with her skirt again, and Song Huaci noticed that Song Qiaoshu's face was pale and looked extremely unnatural, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

Song Qiaoshu's fingertips trembled, she poured herself a glass of water, trying to suppress this fear, and knocked over the teapot with a missed hand, and the tea stained her skirt along the edge of the table, startling the two of them.

Fortunately, the tea was cooled for a while, not too hot, Song Qiaoshu's heart trembled, and she hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief.

Chang Yun's blood-soaked body seemed to be right in front of her, and the waves were not settled, and the waves rose again.

Seeing Song Qiaoshu looking flustered like this, Song Huaci felt strange, and also reached out to take a handkerchief to help her wipe it, and said softly: "Sister, what's wrong?" ”

Song Qiaoshu raised her face, pale between her eyebrows, but forced a smile: "It's okay, but the scream of that person is too miserable, and I was startled when I heard it at first." ”

So that's the case, Song Huaci didn't think it was strange, Song Qiaoshu was raised in the deep boudoir, except for being harassed by Mrs. Yao and suffering from flesh and skin, she had never seen many tragic things, and when she calmed down, she asked, "What does my sister want to say?" ”

Song Qiaoshu was dumbfounded, what did she want to say?

I want to say that it is not like that, my love for the prince for a long time is very much thought by people, and it will not fade over time.

I want to say that the ancestral hall has robbed the prince of his love, but I don't know it, but I am so embarrassed.

I want to say that if you have no affection for the prince, stay away from the prince, and don't be an ignorant and cold person.

I wanted to say a lot, but a thousand words seemed to be stuck in my throat, and I was cut off by that scream, and I couldn't say it, and I couldn't swallow it.

She was unwilling.

Song Qiaoshu didn't know how her voice was high-pitched and poignant, but it resounded in this corner of Xiwan Pavilion, who could it be if it wasn't Meng Zhaoyan.

He borrowed a cheap life and sent her a thorough warning.

"Ancestral Hall, I'm ...... Nothing. ”

Song Qiaoshu clenched the handkerchief in her hand tightly, looked up and caught a glimpse of Xiyue coming in, followed by a kind-looking butler, who was smiling, Song Huaci looked at her gaze and asked, "Xiyue, what's going on outside?" ”

Xiyue shook her head, looked at the housekeeper, the housekeeper took a step forward, and naturally took over the conversation, "Back to the princess, it is the people in the palace who do not understand the rules and have committed the taboos in the house, and the prince ordered someone to beat him to fifty boards and drive him out of the house." ”

"How's it going?"

"Who is the princess asking?"

"The subordinate."

"The board has just been played, and it is already half-dead." As he spoke, the housekeeper raised his eyes slightly, facing Song Qiaoshu's stunned eyes, seeing that the other party's heart was pounding, he hid straight away, as if his gaze was like a snake and scorpion, and the attendant could bite him.

Song Huaci didn't notice it, she twisted her eyebrows and said, "Lord Wang? Why is he so fierce and merciless? ”

The housekeeper gave up his hand, let go of Song Qiaoshu, lowered his eyelids, and said: "The princess doesn't blame the prince, that person violated the rules of the palace, the prince had already warned the person before, but the man didn't listen to it, and turned a deaf ear to the prince's words, so that the princess saw it today." ”

"The princess thinks about it, there are rules in the house, if the prince has always been merciful, I am afraid that everyone will dare to ride on the master's head, this is the so-called, you have to inch in," the housekeeper turned to the side and handed the conversation to Song Qiaoshu, "Miss Song San, you also comment on reason, the prince is so disposed of, but is it reasonable?" ”

When the words fell, there was silence, and the Song Painting Temple was also a little clearer, and there were not so many grievances against Meng Zhaoyan, but they couldn't bear it.

As the housekeeper said, knowing that mistakes can be corrected is a good hand, and if you have to make inches, such a person will not be able to stay.