The things in the Song Mansion were called Mrs. Song pressed in the house and was not exposed, Meng Lianfeng still didn't know about it, until someone sent a letter in, Meng Lianfeng looked at the words on it and had a headache.

Song Zhiyao looks a little beautiful to talk about, but she is a troublesome woman after getting along for a long time, and because of her, Meng Zhaoyan has been overwhelmed by Song Huaci and Meng Zhaoyan.

And Song Zhiyao has been spoiled by Mrs. Yao and Mrs. Song since she was a child, she has a rough temperament and no ladylike temperament, and she is stupid and has no ambitions, if it weren't for Meng Lianfeng thinking about Mrs. Song's help, he would not have married Song Zhiyao, marrying her is tantamount to marrying a trouble.

No, before I got married, trouble came.

The person who delivered the letter added fuel to the affairs of the Song Mansion, and wanted to win Meng Lianfeng's sympathy, but he had to come to Meng Lianfeng's smiling expression, Meng Lianfeng straightened his clothes and said, "Let's go back first, this prince will go to the Song Mansion tomorrow." ”

The person who came got the letter and didn't stay long, there were many rules in the palace, and it was a trouble to go out late in the morning, so he immediately bowed and said goodbye.

Meng Zhaoyan stared at every move in the Song Mansion, and the speed of getting the news was really faster than Meng Lianfeng, he originally knew that Song Qiaoshu was poisoned, and he thought about whether to support the Song Painting Temple himself, but the Song Painting Temple solved it himself.

Meng Zhaoyan shook his head and smiled, married the Song Painting Temple to the near mansion, and was comfortable for many days, he forgot that the Song Painting Temple was also a kitten with sharp teeth and claws, and he would return it if he was bullied, and finally learned that the Song Painting Temple had successfully resolved the matter, and he didn't worry anymore, but only asked people to continue to stare at it.

Meng Zhaoyan and Song Huaci knew in their hearts that with Song Zhiyao and Mrs. Yao, they would definitely not give up after suffering such humiliation.

Lang Zhong only said that Song Zhiyao suffered some skin injuries, and she only needed to take care of the injuries, Mrs. Yao wiped her tears and sent people out, Song Zhiyao was still unconscious, and no one said anything about the pain in her heart.

According to what Song Huaci said, Song Zhiyao can't go out of here when they live in the house, the environment in the ancestral hall is not good, there is not even a decent place to lie down, and Song Zhiyao's injuries are uncertain when they will get better.

Mrs. Yao was tired of crying, so she covered Song Zhiyao with a quilt and went back to the room to rest, just walked to the window, and learned that Mrs. Song would not come tonight, so she heard a knock sound from the window.

Mrs. Yao walked to the window, opened a crack, and a small fluttering piece of paper floated in through the slit, Mrs. Yao immediately closed the window, picked up the piece of paper from the ground, and after reading it, she was relieved and put it on the lamp and burned it.

- Tomorrow is coming.

The good news can't be brought to Song Zhiyao's side, Mrs. Yao rested after washing, and the night was unusually quiet, as if it happened to confirm tomorrow.

Meng Lianfeng had nothing to do, but he remembered that someone from the Song Mansion reported the news yesterday, and he made a fuss and prepared to go out.

Meng Lianfeng casually called two servants to follow, dressed in a low-key manner, and set off for the Song Mansion.

Mrs. Yao has been waiting for the news from the front yard, and she has not received the letter all morning, and she is uneasy in the morning, and Mrs. Song can't see it, just want to ask, the housekeeper came to tell the legend that the five princes came to the house, Mrs. Song knew it in her heart, glanced at Mrs. Yao, and went to greet her.

Mrs. Yao was stunned by Mrs. Song's eyes, but in the end she was suppressed by the joy in her heart.

Meng Lianfeng didn't talk to Mrs. Song either, the first thing he said was to see Song Zhiyao.

Mrs. Song had already scolded Mrs. Yao in her heart, and on the surface, she could only sneer: "Yao'er is seriously ill, and she is sick in bed at this time, and she is afraid of ......."

"Afraid of what?" Meng Lianfeng shook his fan and asked casually.

"I'm afraid of losing my manners."

Meng Lianfeng sneered and said, "What's this, this prince is the one who wants to marry her, how can he dislike her?" ”

"This ......"

Mrs. Song looked embarrassed, not to mention that Song Zhiyao's scarred appearance was really not suitable for seeing Meng Lianfeng, let's just say that Meng Lianfeng was found by Mrs. Yao today to support Song Zhiyao, if Meng Lianfeng and Song Painting Temple face each other, it would really be a restless house.

"Please lead the way."

The sword was on the string, and Mrs. Song couldn't say more, so he could only lead the way with his head, thinking about how to explain Song Zhiyao's injuries as he walked.

Walking to the door of the ancestral hall, Meng Lianfeng stopped and looked at it for a moment, and then said with a sarcastic smile: "Didn't Lord Taifu say that the eldest lady is sick in bed now?" ”

Mrs. Song stroked the sweat on his forehead and explained: "Is this the case, Yao'er has violated the rules of the house and is being punished in the ancestral hall?" ”

"Oh? If you break the rules, the prince wants to go and see it, isn't it because of this? ”

Song Taifu was embarrassed, "That's right." ”

Meng Lianfeng walked inside and walked to the door, and suddenly turned around, and Song Taifu and the others hurriedly stopped so as not to collide with him.

"In this way, you wait outside, and this prince will go to see the eldest lady alone."

Song Taifu hesitated a little and said, "This ...... Yao'er is in the boudoir, but I'm afraid of ......"

I am afraid that lonely men and widows will be in the same room and be gossiped about.

Meng Lianfeng chuckled, "Master Song, relax, this prince will come when he goes." ”

After that, without waiting for anyone to respond, Meng Lianfeng pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and entered, and closed the door with a "bang", locking the group outside.

It was useless for Mrs. Song to be anxious at the moment, so she had to wait outside.

Mrs. Yao found someone to clean up the ancestral hall in the morning, added a small couch for a person to lie down, and put a few quilts on it, and it was quite comfortable to lie down, but Song Zhiyao was injured on her back, and she could only lie on her stomach during the recuperation period, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Mrs. Yao told Song Zhiyao that Meng Lianfeng would promise to come and see her, Song Zhiyao was already waiting, and when she heard the sound of the door opening, she hurriedly got up and looked over.

Song Zhiyao's injuries were not as good as her face, and she still looked pitiful, but Meng Lianfeng remembered what the messenger said yesterday, and only felt that Song Zhiyao's injury was caused by herself, and when she saw someone, she only sneered, but didn't say much.

Song Zhiyao still didn't know, and immediately cried: "Your Highness, you finally came to see me." ”

Meng Lianfeng snorted lightly, not wanting to pay much attention.

"Your Royal Highness, that Song Painting Temple is really hateful, relying on her identity as a princess, wantonly oppressing me, and the injuries I have now are all due to her defeat!"

"Stupid!" Meng Lianfeng didn't want to hear her rambling, he sent someone to inquire about the truth of the matter personally, and when he got the news, he just wanted to pry Song Zhiyao's head open and see how this flawed plan came up with!

"Your Highness, why do you say that about me......" Song Zhiyao was stunned for a moment and looked at him in disdain.

Meng Zhaoyan said awe-inspiringly: "If you want to poison this prince, you won't stop you, but the way is so stupid, how can you not let the Song Painting Temple catch the handle, now like this, you can only do it yourself!" ”

"Your Highness, I ...... I thought about it beforehand......"

Meng Lianfeng sneered and said, "Have you thought about it?" Have you figured out why you're like this? If you have the slightest bit of wisdom in the Song Painting Temple, you don't need to come and cry to me today! ”

Song Zhiyao looked at Meng Lianfeng, her heart was cold, she never thought that Meng Lianfeng would say such a thing.