Mrs. Yao nodded slowly and said, "Then you tell me in detail, and my mother will do it for you." ”

Song Zhiyao's eyebrows added joy, and she immediately said, "Okay, mother, I'll talk to you slowly." ”

Mrs. Yao carefully closed the door of the ancestral hall and glanced at the deep Longdao, but the thing in her chest was no longer calm. There was no one around, Mrs. Yao wiped the wetness from the corners of her eyes, and with more firmness in her heart, Shi Shiran left.

After the last poisoning, the people who arranged the food and medicine in the Song Painting Temple were replaced by people brought out of the palace, if you talk about the power of the inner house of the Song Mansion, the head is still Mrs. Yao, she can't go against people openly, and she still has to be more vigilant in secret.

This vigilance doesn't matter, but Song Zhiyao's plan is no longer difficult to implement, and Mrs. Yao can't find a place to start.

The Song Painting Temple has not yet given Meng Zhaoyan a letter when she will go back, Meng Zhaoyan can only wait, and Mrs. Yao is also worried that the Song Painting Temple will leave early, and Song Zhiyao is reluctant to turn around.

At the end of dinner that day, Song Huaci held Song Qiaoshu in the garden in the backyard of the Song Mansion and paced slowly to eat, and the two talked and laughed.

Mrs. Yao, who was hiding in the shadows, saw that the handkerchief in her hand was about to be torn, and she couldn't move for a long time.

The maidservant behind her looked strange, Mrs. Yao brought her here, and instructed her to present the pastry in her hand to the princess and the third lady, but she stood for a long time without moving, she was really puzzled, and couldn't help but say: "Madam, will this pastry still be delivered?" ”

Mrs. Yao came back to her senses, answered, and said, "Send it, why don't you send it, just do what I told you, go." ”

"Yes, slave and maid will go."

The two of them were far away from the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and even if they followed behind, they didn't notice Mrs. Yao's actions.

The maidservant stepped forward with a porcelain plate hanging her head, walked to the Song Painting Temple, stared at the ground and said respectfully: "Princess, this is the pastry prepared by the master for you and the third lady." ”

Before the Song Painting Temple could respond, Song Qiaoshu said happily: "Osmanthus cake? The ancestral hall used to like to eat, but for some reason, it has rarely been mentioned recently......"

Song Huaci's chest was suffocated, the original Song Huaci liked it, it doesn't mean that I like it too, she sneered, quickly opened the topic, and said: "Yes, that dad has a heart, thank you on my behalf." ”

Song Painting Ancestral Hall turned his head slightly, and Qi Liang stepped forward to take over the porcelain plate, Song Hua Ancestral Hall hugged Song Qiaoshu to the side of the cushioned stone bench, Qi Wan came over and put the pastry on the table, tossed back and forth, and then said: "Back to the princess, the pastry is not poisonous." ”

Song Qiaoshu was still wondering what she was doing, but at this time she understood, and couldn't help but say angrily: "The ancestral hall doesn't have to do this, will Daddy still harm us?" ”

Song Huaci smiled: "It's always right to be careful, I don't want that day to happen again." ”

Song Qiaoshu sighed and shook her head, and stopped making a sound.

Song Huaci pinched up a piece of pastry, it was still slightly hot, it smelled fragrant and pleasant, and I was really impressed by its soft and glutinous taste when I tasted it lightly.

Song Huaci sighed in admiration, puffed out his cheeks and said to Song Qiaoshu: "Sister, don't you taste it?" It's delicious! ”

Song Qiaoshu shook her head with a smile and said, "No, I eat a lot at night, and the ancestral hall can eat it myself." ”

Song Huaci nodded and said, "Sister, no matter how much I walk around, I can't sleep after accumulating food." ”

Song Qiaoshu smiled: "I understand." ”

Song Huaci didn't eat much, only two pieces of pastries let Qi Wan withdraw, she has never cared about appetite, today is also a taste, but I don't know where Mrs. Song came from the mood to ask someone to send pastries.

Song Huaci accompanied Song Qiaoshu around again, sent the people back to the room, and took care of the people before slowly withdrawing and walking back to his yard slowly.

There was silence all the way, and she couldn't help but smile while carrying the lantern: "The princess really cares about the third lady." ”

Song Huaci thought that Song Qiaoshu was also in a little more relaxed, nodded and said: "My sister treats me well, of course I have to take good care of my sister, but if this Song Mansion is cold, we are sisters." ”

She complied and continued to lead the way ahead.

In the dark, Mrs. Yao secretly looked in her eyes, and when she saw the Song Painting Temple entering the courtyard gate, she left in fear.

She prepared some bath water for the Song Painting Temple, closed the doors and windows, and withdrew silently.

In the palace, Meng Zhaoyan was sitting in the pavilion, and when he heard what the secret guard said, he unfortunately knocked over the teacup by mistake, and the tea suddenly flowed to the ground, Meng Zhaoyan took the handkerchief and wiped it roughly, and asked the person kneeling on the ground in front of him again, "What did you say?" ”

On that day, the princess imprisoned Song Zhiyao in the ancestral hall, Song Zhiyao was jealous and hated, and wanted to frame the princess again, so she discussed the plan with Mrs. Yao. The subordinates learned that Mrs. Yao had privately consulted with a young steward in the Song Mansion, but they did not know her exact purpose. ”

Meng Zhaoyan poured himself another cup of tea, ignored the coolness of his fingertips, and said lightly: "This king knows, go down." ”

Before the dark guard could leave, a dark guard appeared from the shadows, knelt on one knee, lowered his head and said: "Report to the prince, Mrs. Yao secretly handed over a stack of snacks to the princess to eat, and her subordinates were suspicious ......"

Meng Zhaoyan's eyes lit up, "What do you suspect?" ”

"I suspect that Mrs. Yao has bad intentions."

"Have you ever seen it with your own eyes?"

"Never."

Meng Zhaoyan thought for a long time, and suddenly a thrill hit in his brain, and he suddenly sobered up, and his eyes widened and said, "Quick, go back to the Song Mansion quickly and protect the princess." ”

"Yes, my subordinates are commanded."

No matter what he said, Meng Zhaoyan asked someone to prepare a dark sedan chair, and the four of them each held one end of the sedan chair, and vacated the courtyard wall from the palace.

Meng Zhaoyan asked people to speed up, and the road never stopped, and the thought in his heart reached the point of being out of control as soon as it emerged.

He would never have thought that Song Zhiyao and Mrs. Yao would do it like this, if they didn't catch up this time, Song Huaci would be ruined here in this life.

Meng Zhaoyan secretly clenched his fists and urged again, he never felt that the road from the palace to the Song mansion was so far, and the size of Kyoto made him resentful.

Song Huaci was coaxed by the hot water, only to feel warm, comfortable, out of the bathtub to wipe it carefully, put on the underwear, was about to enter the inner room to ask someone to remove the water, suddenly felt that the brain seemed to be beaten heavy for a moment.

She hurriedly reached out to hold the screen in front of her hand, and when this feeling gradually subsided, she shook her head, walked to the table and sat down, and carefully checked her pulse.

Song Huaci only said that he was a little confused after soaking for a long time, and he didn't care, he drank a sip of herbal tea to subside the heat, and got up again, but he was suddenly blindfolded by this heaviness, and Song Huaci supported the table, and didn't react for a long time.

At this time, there was a squirming sound outside the window, and the Song Painting Temple looked over, but suddenly found that his eyes were blurry, and the sky was spinning, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Song Huaci shook his head fiercely, trying to wake up a little, but to no avail, but his mind became even more dizzy and chaotic.

Her hands holding on to the table became weaker and weaker, her body became limp, and a burst of fire rose from somewhere, igniting her whole body, and the heat was overwhelming.

Song Huaci's heart is not good, this feeling is clearly an aphrodisiac!