Since seeing her today, she has always looked resolute, like a bow with a string taut. And at this moment, in front of her sister, she put away her armor, and the whole person softened. And most people, in fact, can't see this side of her, right?

Because of this, Shen Yanxiu suddenly felt glad that he had been drugged tonight. This feeling is very unfamiliar to Shen Yanxiu.

Song Qiaoshu gradually calmed down and stopped crying, and Song Huaci also let go of her.

"Ancestral Hall, I really thought that I might never see you again. I'm so scared, I'm afraid you won't find me. As she spoke, Song Qiaoshu cried again.

Song Huaci hurriedly patted her on the back: "Sister, didn't I find you?" I'm here, it's okay. ”

"Well......" Song Qiaoshu didn't care about any etiquette, and wiped her tears directly with her sleeve.

Shen Yanxiu couldn't see that Song Qiaoshu had been crying all the time, so he took out his handkerchief and handed it to Song Huaci: "Don't use your sleeves, hurt your eyes."

Song Huaci and Song Qiaoshu remembered that there was also Shen Yanxiu, Song Qiaoshu looked at Shen Yanxiu and asked, "Ancestral Hall, this is ......?"

"I don't know." The Song Painting Temple simply cleared up the relationship with Shen Yanxiu.

"Hey, why don't you know? Little girl, I helped you so much, but you crossed the river and demolished the bridge, this habit is not good. "Shen Yan repaired the fried hair.

"Oh? Didn't you say I was your life-saver, so shouldn't you help? Song Huaci wiped Song Qiaoshu's face clean, and straightened her hair, trying to find a rope to tie her hair, but couldn't find it.

"Look, isn't that the relationship? Little girl, don't deny it. Shen Yanxiu tore off a piece of cloth from his white robe and handed it to the Song Painting Temple, as if he was doing a very ordinary thing.

Song Huaci was speechless by his scoundrel, looked up at him, and did not pick up his cloth belt. She felt that Shen Yanxiu had helped him too much today, and she was afraid that she would not be able to bear it if he treated her so heavily, and she would not be able to repay him.

"Pick it up, are you stupid by today's events?" Shen Yanxiu still looked gentle and cheerful.

"Shen Yanxiu, men and women don't kiss." The Song Painting Shrine seriously refused.

"I didn't expect you to care about this. If you say so, we'll ...... today."

Before Shen Yanxiu finished speaking, Song Huaci snatched the cloth from his hand and said to Song Huaci: "Forget it, sister, since he has already ripped it off, it is a waste not to use it." Are you going to just do it? ”

The Song Painting Shrine is very bad at this cloth strip, and it is completely in the tone that will be used.

Shen Yanxiu laughed angrily, and didn't care about her, looking up at the stars in the night sky alone.

Song Qiaoshu looked at Song Huaci and Shen Yanxiu's every move, and was very surprised. When did the ancestral hall get along with a strange man? Could it be that she said that she didn't like the three princes too much, but in fact, she already had someone she liked?

Song Qiaoshu felt that this man surnamed Shen was handsome, and he was not bad for Song Painting Temple, and the two were a good match together. But when I thought of the wedding date of the Song Painting Temple, my heart couldn't help but sink. Of course she wants her sister to be happy, but ...... But she is going to marry after all.

Song Huaci sat behind Song Qiaoshu and tied her hair, not knowing that Song Qiaoshu's mind had turned a thousand times for just a while, worried that the entanglement would be endless.

Shen Yanxiu didn't know what he thought, and suddenly sighed: "Hey, little girl, through tonight's incident, have you found that drugs and light skills are simply a must-have choice for killing people and selling goods."

Song Huaci had already identified the two attributes of Shen Yanxiu's words and big heart in his heart, and knew that if he didn't reply to him, he would talk to you upside down, so he didn't bother to speak, but she also agreed with this.

Today, if it weren't for the fact that Song Huaci brought enough drugs to prevent accidents before going out, if she hadn't rescued Shen Yanxiu by accident and took her to sneak into the Huibin Building with extremely high light skills to avoid pursuit, then Song Qiaoshu might not have been able to come back today.

But when Shen Yanxiu said this, Song Qiaoshu suddenly thought of another thing. However, because Shen Yanxiu was here, it was inconvenient to ask the Song Painting Temple directly, so he could only keep it in his heart for the time being.

"Ancestral Hall, it's so late, we should go home, right?" Song Qiaoshu looked at the sky and couldn't help but start worrying. Although few people usually ask the two of them, but what if?

Song Huaci thought about it and nodded. She turned to Shen Yanxiu and said, "Shen Yanxiu, thank you really for today." But it's too late, and my sister and I should go back. If we see each other again in the future, I will invite you to drink. ”

Shen Yanxiu also stood up in the moonlight, and the clear light sprinkled on his face, lining him even more handsome. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he asked her with a little grievance, "Can't you really tell me your name?"

Song Huaci shook his head.

"Are we friends, then?"

Song Huaci nodded.

"Well, if you don't say it, you won't say it, I'll wait for your wine." Shen Yanxiu smiled happily, with two dimples, very accommodating to the Song Painting Temple.

Song Huaci said goodbye to Shen Yanxiu, and took her hand and went home because he was afraid that Song Qiaoshu would be afraid at night.

Shen Yanxiu looked at the back of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and only then did he retract his gaze and snap his fingers at the void until the afterimages disappeared.

"Master." The black-clothed secret guard immediately appeared, kneeling down and waiting for Shen Yanxiu's order.

"Go check the whereabouts of the men who were transferred to the guest house, be careful, don't expose them." Shen Yanxiu instructed the secret guard, and his tone was gentle.

The dark guard hesitated and asked, "Your Highness, does that girl need to be checked just now?"

Shen Yanxiu raised his eyebrows and squinted at him: "Am I being too polite to you?"

The Dark Guard immediately shut up and took the order.

Ancestral ...... Shen Yanxiu silently savored these two words in his mouth, looked at the moonlight, smiled freely, and walked away.

Song Huaci walked on the road, thinking about today's things in his heart.

Her focus was on the relationship between the Red Mansion and the Huibin Building, who was the master behind them, and what the use of the twenty handsome men they had taken away but not used in the Qinglou was going to do.

Song Huaci was keenly aware that today's catastrophe of Song Qiaoshu may have made her inadvertently discover a huge secret, a secret that may be related to many people's lives.

But she knew that with her current weak strength, she couldn't do anything, she couldn't find anything. So she was thinking about whether to inform Meng Zhaoyan about this matter, maybe it would help him a lot.

Song Huaci was thinking about it, and Song Qiaoshu interrupted her: "The ancestral hall ......"

Seeing Song Qiaoshu's brows furrowed, hesitating and not knowing how to speak, Song Huaci thought back and probably guessed what she was going to say.

"My sister wants to ask where my martial arts come from?" Song Painting Temple led Song Qiaoshu.

"Well, Ci'er, since your stubborn illness has been cured, my sister seems to be more and more unable to understand you. Your changes are too great. Song Qiaoshu raised her eyes and looked at the face of the Song Painting Temple, and her heart was very complicated.

"Sister, don't you know? The handmaidens that my brother gave us two were actually good at martial arts, but they were not exposed in front of people. My martial arts were all learned from Qianjuan. Song Huaci picked up what could be said and explained to Song Qiaoshu.

Song Qiaoshu looked surprised: "They all know martial arts?"

Song Huaci nodded firmly: "Martial arts are peerless."

After half a month, Meng Zhaoyan took advantage of the Shangyuan Festival to go to Yanshan again. When he returned to Beijing, he learned from the secret guard that the Song Painting Temple was in danger tonight, and he was very frightened.

It was not that Meng Zhaoyan deliberately sent people to follow the Song Painting Temple, but because he had long known who the real master behind the Red Mansion was, so he had been sending people to watch. They had already discovered the abduction of young men, but they never expected to see the Song Painting Temple.

"Is Miss Song injured?"

"No, my subordinates followed from afar, and I didn't come back until I confirmed that Miss Song was back home."

Meng Zhaoyan heard that the Song Painting Temple was fine, and his frowning brows were relieved. However, since the Song Painting Temple is fine, Meng Zhaoyan has something else to do.

"That man, have you found out where it came from?"

"Wei San is investigating." The leader of the Dark Guard was already sweating faintly.

"Outstanding martial arts? Junsu very? Still hugged Miss Song? Meng Zhaoyan's tone was light, but the cold aura on his body spread out, and Zhou Zhun heard the cold sweat even more, feeling that the temperature in the house was close to the outside of the house.

Zhou Zhun knelt on the ground and didn't dare to answer, for fear that he would accidentally say something wrong, and the master in front of him directly asked him to receive the punishment.

"What do you eat when this king raises you? Miss Song is in danger alone, are you all stupid? ”

In fact, except for Miss Song who was found in the Red Mansion at the beginning, which was considered to be in danger, the rest of the time she seemed to be a pack of medicine and directly stunned people and ran away, right?

In addition, there is such a person around him, where is their turn to make a move, he can only follow all the way. But looking at the reaction of his own master...... Zhou Zhun buried his head lower and continued to be silent.

"If there is a next time, you must do your best to protect her. If you dare to do the same today, you will be punished by yourself. ”

Zhou Zhun hurriedly replied: "No."

However, Zhou Zhun was surprised in his heart, His Royal Highness was obviously angry with Miss Song's behavior of seeing a foreign man in private, but he still had to protect her wholeheartedly, which showed that Miss Song was not ordinary. In addition, when the temple was first seen that day, His Royal Highness looked at the expression of the Song girl......

Zhou Zhun felt that in the future, he must be several times more attentive about Miss Song.

Meng Zhaoyan walked to the window, his hands behind his back, and his mind was turbulent alone. Tonight's matter is very wide-ranging, if it weren't for Song Qiaoshu being arrested, Song Huaci and the man were lucky enough to hear the words "Huibin Building", I'm afraid that even he might not be able to find out where the tunnel leads.

It's just that when she remembered that the Song Painting Temple was so difficult and anxious, there was a man next to her who accompanied her and helped her, Meng Zhaoyan felt a pain in her heart and panicked.

He can ignore how much the Song Painting Temple hides from him, and he can not care about the Song Painting Temple not caring much about him, but this is all based on the fact that Meng Zhaoyan knows that the Song Painting Temple will eventually be his person. So he has the patience, time, and confidence to make the Song Painting Temple fall in love with him and stay by his side obediently.

But he couldn't ignore the fact that other men appeared next to the Song Painting Temple.

A person who has been in the dark all year round, finally encounters a beam of light, like a drowning man grabbing a driftwood, how can he allow others to covet it?

For Meng Zhaoyan, the Song Painting Temple is an untouchable bottom line. At this point, Meng Zhaoyan felt that it was necessary for him to let the Song Painting Ancestral Hall understand.

Thinking about this matter clearly, Meng Zhaoyan's mind turned back and began to think about today's captivity.

"Can you find out who is behind the building?"

Zhou Zhun suddenly heard His Highness's question, and immediately became serious: "Same as the Red Mansion."

Zhou Zhun's answer was the same as Meng Zhaoyan's expectation, and he couldn't help sneering: "My fifth brother has great ability."

"It seems that the Prime Minister is also involved."

"Hmm." Meng Zhaoyan responded lightly.

The mother of the five princes, Yin Rong Yin Guifei, is the concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the mother of the third prince, Meng Zhaoyan, and Yin Man, the concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Back then, because Concubine Yin had been in the palace for a long time and was infertile, it happened that the concubine Yin Man was of the right age, so she was sent to the palace by the prime minister to help Yin Rong solidify her favor, thinking that when Yin Man gave birth to a child, she would be sent to Yin Rong's knees to raise.

Yin Man lived up to expectations and won the emperor's favor as soon as he entered the palace, but she became pregnant in March and gave birth to the emperor's third son, Meng Zhaoyan. But the emperor really loves Yin Man too much, and at the beginning of pregnancy, he promoted Yin Man to the fourth grade in a row, and gave birth to the prince and sealed the second grade Yin Concubine at once.

At this moment, Yin Man has enough position to raise the child in person, and the Yin family's plan is naturally in vain. So even if Concubine Yin later gave birth to the fifth prince, she still hated Yin Man to death.

And although the Prime Minister's Mansion will not get too stiff with Yin Man, but in the end, Yin Man is a concubine, so naturally he will not be too supportive. Until Yin Man, who was already in the second rank of the concubine, moved to the Buddhist hall without warning, Meng Zhaoyan was drugged so that he couldn't walk, and the Prime Minister really gave up Meng Zhaoyan, the prince, and wholeheartedly supported Meng Lianfeng.

Meng Zhaoyan had long been disappointed in the palace and the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he didn't have any expectations for them at this time, so he didn't have any waves in his mood because of this, but just calmly analyzed the stakes.

"What are the twenty men doing?"

"It's still in the Huibin Building, but after Miss Song made trouble twice today, they are too tightly guarded, and there are only four or five people who are similar to Wei Qi, so it's really hard for me to get close." Zhou Zhun answered truthfully.

"With such a big hand, they really have nothing to fear." Meng Zhaoyan sneered.

Meng Lianfeng and Prime Minister Yin Cheng took such a big risk to find twenty young and handsome men, and they were trained by the Red Mansion, so he didn't think about the use. The person who can make the two of them treat like this, I'm afraid there will be only one person in the world after a few times.

Meng Zhaoyan couldn't help but think of the emperor when he was a child.

When he was a child, the emperor was very kind to him, and he was also very kind to his mother. He was an eloquent emperor who was decisive in his approach but loved the people like a son.

At that time, the emperor would sit in his mother's Huiyi palace with Meng Zhaoyan in his arms, and teach him "University" over and over again.

"The way of the university is in Mingmingde, in being close to the people, and in stopping at perfection."

Meng Zhaoyan will always remember the smile on his face when he read this sentence. He said to the little Meng Zhaoyan: "Yan'er, the way to be a king lies in loving the people. Once you ascend to the throne of God, you must be a benevolent monarch. ”

However, the father who told him to love the people had already abandoned him and his people.

Meng Zhaoyan propped up the table with his elbows, covered his eyes with his palms, and told himself that that person was no longer the king who was supported by all the people. Now, he can ruin the happiness of twenty families for the pleasure of one person. He doesn't deserve to sit on the throne anymore, he doesn't want him anymore. So, he can't be soft-hearted.

These words are like putting a layer of cold armor on your heart. You won't be punctured, and you won't be able to get out.

"Zhou Zhun, pass on the king's edict to find the twenty families who lost their sons, and secretly help them sue the officials. Tomorrow this matter will be reported to the world, and the bigger the trouble, the better. The imperial history is there, and it is also good to do something. Meng Zhaoyan raised his head, his tone was cold, and he was very decisive.

Didn't Meng Lianfeng want to use this as a means to curry favor with the emperor? Well, he didn't let him get what he wanted. Even if Xingbu and Dali Temple have his people, he, Meng Zhaoyan, has a way to make this matter obstruct the emperor, so that the emperor will be dissatisfied with Meng Lianfeng.

Meng Zhaoyan looked at the changing canopy of the clouds, his eyes narrowed slightly. Meng Lianfeng, who calculated whom, it is not yet known.

Song Huaci was still thinking about whether to tell Meng Zhaoyan about today's speculation, but he didn't know that Meng Zhaoyan had already made a move, and he was going to find a time to talk to her.

There's so much going on tonight that it's time to go home. But how to get back is a question.

If you really enter through the gate, the news of late return will inevitably be spread. Yao's mother and daughter used this matter as a pretense to find something to do, and it would damage the woman's reputation. If the Song Painting Temple is entered with light work, once it is discovered, it will definitely be an extremely unfavorable thing for the Song Painting Temple.

Marrying a daughter who knows martial arts and entering the Three Princes' Mansion, Song Taifu will definitely reconsider the impact of this matter. Judging from Song Taifu's consistent attitude towards the Song Painting Temple, he may not think this is a good thing.

Song Qiaoshu was also worried about the consequences of going back so late now, but Song Huaci said to her firmly: "Sister, it's better for us to enter through the gate than not to return at night." If there are any consequences, just push it on me, and you must not be strong. ”

"How can this work?" Song Qiaoshu hurriedly retorted.

"Anyway, I'm going to get married soon, so it doesn't matter. The third prince knows that I can do martial arts, and it is not our wish to return late today, so he must be able to understand one or two. Song Huaci comforted her.

Meng Zhaoyan, the third prince who has always been strict in his rule and speaks the same, is actually an image of "something to discuss, and others are easy to talk to" in the eyes of the Song Painting Temple. If you let the Third Highness know, I don't know how to feel.

"That's it, ancestral hall, let's go in." Song Qiaoshu's hands trembled a little with fear, but she still pulled the Song Painting Temple and prepared to enter the door.

As soon as I entered the door, a little servant came over and said very arrogantly, "Third Miss, Fourth Miss, the adults are waiting for you in the front yard."

Song Huaci and Song Qiaoshu's hearts "popped", knowing that they were going to suffer.