Lang Zhong lived in the house, and trotted all the way over with a medicine box, covered with a layer of sweat on his forehead.

Meng Zhaoyan was afraid that he would experience the cold on his body and give it to the Song Painting Temple, so he asked someone to warm up his body in the outer hall before bringing people in.

Lang Zhong checked the pulse of the Song Painting Temple through the curtain, and after a while, he took the pulse away, bowed down to Meng Zhaoyan and said: "Lord, the princess has not been infected with the wind and cold, except for a little weakness of the qi and a good recuperation, there is no other problem." ”

Meng Zhaoyan nodded, his body was left by yesterday's poisoning, and he would definitely take good care of the body of the Song Painting Temple in the future, but it was because she had experienced such a thing.

Today's assassination is closely related to yesterday's poisoning, I am afraid that Meng Zhaoyan's style of "gradually widening the belt and never regretting it" for the Song Painting Temple has aroused Meng Lianfeng's suspicions, so he came to test it, Meng Zhaoyan saw it through in his heart, but these must not be told to the Song Painting Temple.

First, if Meng Lianfeng knows that Meng Zhaoyan has extraordinary thoughts about the Song Painting Temple, then they will inevitably use the Song Painting Temple to pinch him, and Meng Zhaoyan will definitely not let this kind of thing happen, and secondly, if Meng Zhaoyan pretends to snub the Song Painting Temple for this reason, let Meng Lianfeng know that with his thoughts, he will definitely put the matter of their husband and wife discord and negative grace in front of the emperor, and it will be Meng Zhaoyan who suffers no matter how he loses.

His eyes darkened, and he thought of a countermeasure, and turned to look at the Song Painting Temple.

This is the first time that they have looked at each other since the incident, and Song Huaci instantly blushed unnaturally, she subconsciously dodged, and said, "Since Lang Zhong said that I am fine, you don't have to worry." ”

Meng Zhaoyan nodded, held back a smile, and said, "Since this is the case, the ancestral hall has a good rest, and this king will not disturb the ancestral hall." ”

"Wait," Song Huaci suddenly said after pondering for a long time, "I have something I want to talk to you about." ”

Meng Zhaoyan was surprised, this was the first time that the Song Painting Temple took the initiative to talk to him, and he was a little happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he stopped the spinning wheel and asked, "What do you have to tell me?" ”

Song Huaci looked left and right, and said unnaturally: "You all go out first." ”

Xiyue was unconscious, Meng Zhaoyan transferred two maids to serve the Song Painting Temple, and at this moment she was serving both sides, and when the Song Painting Temple said this, she immediately obeyed and said: "Yes, the slave and maid are retired." ”

After the people were gone, Meng Zhaoyan spoke again and said, "The ancestral hall has something to say, and now you can say it." ”

It's about my sister, my sister said that, it can be seen that she does have love for Meng Zhaoyan, and the time goes by and the depth of love can even be seen by her, a person who is ignorant about love, but I am afraid that if it drags on any longer, my sister doesn't know what it will be like to be hurt by the actions between her and Meng Zhaoyan.

It's just that Meng Zhaoyan's mind is not easy to ponder, she doesn't know how to speak at all, if he secretly has the same thoughts about his sister, then things will be easy to do, if not, then ......

Song Huaci pondered the words and said, "That's the case, Meng Zhaoyan, I'll go and negotiate with you first, do you still count?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan didn't know what she meant by mentioning this matter, and nodded, "Naturally." ”

"I will heal your leg injury and help you stand up again, and you will be the backer of my Song family sisters to keep us safe for the rest of our lives."

"Exactly."

"In this way, I can marry you willingly, and be your rightful princess in front of outsiders."

Meng Zhaoyan didn't say a word, but he was inexplicably flustered in his heart, and he had a bad premonition.

"Therefore, there is only such a relationship between you and me, right? In addition to this layer, there are two passers-by who meet in the water......"

"That's not right!" Meng Zhaoyan interrupted him with a blushing face, and there was anger in his eyes.

Song Huaci was taken aback, ignoring the inexplicable feeling in his heart, looked at him weakly, and asked, "What's wrong?" Didn't we say that at the beginning? ”

Meng Zhaoyan looked at her, and the eyebrows and eyes that had been familiar to her in the past few months were cold and hard at the moment, "That's what I said at the beginning, but it was the beginning, and now it's now, it's not the same at all!" ”

"What's the difference? We've only been married for a few days, so what's the difference? "The Song Painting Temple really doesn't understand, could it be that Meng Zhaoyan wants to ignore the agreement that night and break the contract in person?

Looking at the still blank face of the Song Painting Temple, Meng Zhaoyan relented in the end and said, "Let's go, let's go, what do you want to say?" ”

The topic of "this ......" turned back to the right path again, and Song Huaci said with difficulty, "Our husband and wife relationship is not worthy of the name, over time, my Song Huaci is also a friend of you, today, I just want to tell you that my sister, that is, Song Qiaoshu, the third lady of the Song family, in fact, has always admired you, but you don't know......"

"What do you mean?" Meng Zhaoyan's forehead was bruised, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.

It was also the first time that Song Huaci saw Meng Zhaoyan's face so dark, and he didn't know which sentence poked Meng Zhaoyan's scales, so he had to ask, "Meng Zhaoyan, what's wrong with you?" Am I saying something wrong? ”

Meng Zhaoyan gritted his teeth, "Where, the ancestral hall continued, so that this king could hear it all." ”

"No, this ......" Song Huaci was apprehensive, "this is what you asked me to say!" ”

"I told you to say that." Meng Zhaoyan nodded, his face was slightly pale, but he secretly clenched his fists.

Seeing this, Song Huaci also relaxed a little, and continued to say slowly: "The matter of me marrying you sounds like the emperor has given you a good fate, but in fact, everyone knows that in fact, it is nothing more than trying to shoehorn a stupid Miss Song Si into you, so that you can accept such a princess for nothing." If I had not been healed, you would have suffered a great loss. For me, the person who really loves you is my sister. ”

"My sister is beautiful and lovely, with a gentle temperament, everything is better than me, since we are just a show, there is no truth, you might as well ......"

Meng Zhaoyan couldn't help but be angry, completely blackened his face, and asked, "What am I not as good as?" ”

The Song Painting Temple didn't pay attention to it, but now that I looked, Meng Zhaoyan's whole face was as black as the bottom of a pot, with those sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was angry, "What am I not as good as?" My good princess, you say! ”

"Meng Zhaoyan, what are you angry about! You don't like my sister now, it doesn't mean you won't like it in the future, you don't know my sister at all, I just said a few words, you also know what I'm going to say, and you still take this and ask me, what do you want me to say! ”

Song Huaci was hard-hearted in the end, and shouted to him with her eyes closed, but the words fell, and after waiting for a long time, she didn't see any response from the other party, she slowly opened her eyes, but she was facing a pair of indescribable eyes.

Although Meng Zhaoyan's face is demonic, he has seen it in the Song Painting Temple in the past few days, and the blushing and heartbeat will basically not happen, but at this moment, it seems that he is going to drown in these eyes full of emotions.

Meng Zhaoyan looked at her solemnly, not saying a word, but at this time, silence was better than sound.

Song Huaci's heart trembled, and there was a thought that kept surging up, but she couldn't see it clearly.

"Song Painting Temple, this king married you into the mansion, not to use you to inherit the kindness of the Son of Heaven, but to obey his own will."

Your own mind?

Song Huaci's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at him motionlessly.