"Meng Zhaoyan, what are you talking about? What does it mean to be obedient to one's own heart? I ......" Song Huaci's face was full of surprise, as if he knew something terrible.

In Meng Zhaoyan's meaning, this ...... How can it be!

Song Huaci's face was full of disbelief, but he made Meng Zhaoyan laugh angrily.

Although the two have been together for a short time, Meng Zhaoyan's care for the Song Painting Temple can be described as meticulous, even when Meng Zhaoyan was poisoned, he never left, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it, but she doesn't know anything about the Song Painting Temple, and pushes him out.

Meng Zhaoyan swallowed a mouthful of blood silently, the two sisters of the Song family are really two extremes, Song Qiaoshu secretly has a love affair with him, but Song Huaci is ignorant of love as if he has never been in the world, the two of them have grown up together, why is the difference so big?

Meng Zhaoyan said in a cold tone: "The meaning of this king is very obvious, since the royal gift is that the fourth lady of your Song family marries this king as a concubine, then I will not do anything with the third lady of the Song family!" In this life and this life, the princess of this king is the only one in your Song Painting Temple! ”

"Don't you think about pushing this king out, no matter what the friendship between you and me is, you and I are also a legitimate husband and wife in front of outsiders, if you let others know that this king's princess will 'recommend' her biological sister to this king, what do you call outsiders to think? Isn't it ridiculous that the two sisters work together as a husband and such a thing happened in my palace? ”

"Song Painting Temple, you think about this king, if you say and do it, after all, it is a good intention, or a bad heart!"

Meng Zhaoyan's eyes were like blades, and he provoked the nerves of the Song Painting Temple, and it was a tingling pain.

How could she be a bad heart?

Originally, if Meng Zhaoyan could look down on her sister and share the same bed with Song Qiaoshu's fellow practitioners, and wait until the future is decided, Meng Zhaoyan will give Song Qiaoshu a name, Song Qiaoshu will naturally take the position, and get Meng Zhaoyan's careful protection.

But now Meng Zhaoyan said this - in this life and this life, the princess of this king, there is only one person, you Song Painting Temple, but she tied the Song Painting Temple to this deep palace compound for life, the royal dignity, but it is also very numerous, what she wants is too peaceful and stable, naturally she can't even think about it.

Song Huaci had naturally restrained the throbbing in her heart, she didn't understand why when Meng Zhaoyan only identified her alone, she seemed to have blurted out words in her heart, since she didn't understand, fortunately, don't think about it yet.

Song Huaci thought that Meng Zhaoyan had mistaken her intentions, shook his head, and said: "I mean there is no relationship between us, let alone husband and wife, if you also like my sister, the two of you will eventually become a family, I will naturally step aside to be my idler, I will not interfere in the affairs of the two of you, don't misunderstand......

"This king is not mistaken!" Meng Zhaoyan waved his big hand, swept the teacup on the table to the ground, and said stiffly: "This king repeats, this king Mingmei is marrying the princess who came back from the sedan chair, only you Song Painting Temple is alone, Miss Song San, I respect her as your sister will naturally protect her in front of you, and there is no other meaning!" ”

The tea splashed all over the ground, almost splashing on the Song Painting Temple, Meng Zhaoyan stretched out his long hand and pulled the Song Painting Temple into his arms, which was able to avoid the splashing hot water, Meng Zhaoyan's heart trembled, and he lowered his head and asked, "How is it?" Are there any burns? ”

Song Huaci's heart was so dangerous, he just raised his head to meet Meng Zhaoyan's worried gaze, and his heart skipped half a beat.

Meng Zhaoyan's hand pulled up her sleeve, revealing a small half of her slender white arm, Song Huaci's face turned red instantly, she withdrew her arm from Meng Zhaoyan's hand, pulled down her sleeve to cover it tightly, and avoided Meng Zhaoyan's concern without talking about it.

Song Huaci brought back the topic of Fang Cai, and said: "As I said before, there is no real name between us, you don't have to care so much, tell you about my sister's intentions, and I don't want you to be tied up because of my existence, I ......."

Meng Zhaoyan will laugh out loud, such a stubborn little appearance of the Song Painting Temple is distressing and funny, he patted the forehead of the Song Painting Temple, hated it and said: "Is it really not burned?" Don't leave it alone now and go back and leave a scar. ”

Meng Zhaoyan's movements were too intimate, and she was still sitting on someone's lap at the Song Painting Temple, and the movements of the two were natural and ambiguous, which made the Song Painting Temple blush.

Meng Zhaoyan's eyes were quick, and she really didn't hurt her, she hurriedly left Meng Zhaoyan's arms, stood up, lowered her head and tidied up her clothes, but in a vain attempt to avoid Meng Zhaoyan's scorching gaze, and said, "It's really not hurt." ”

After this trouble, Meng Zhaoyan's face was no longer gloomy, and gradually relaxed, although she knew that Meng Zhaoyan didn't like to listen to these words, but for the sake of her sister's lifelong event, she still had to say: "I...... My position as a princess is actually just an ornament, Meng Zhaoyan, if you have a beloved woman, you can invite her into the house and accept her as a concubine, if I leave in the future, you will naturally straighten it out, and everyone will be happy. Now that my sister is a pretty good choice, don't you really want to think about it? ”

Meng Zhao was only full of helplessness after he became angry, he looked at the Song Painting Temple standing not far away, the white coat covered with a green shirt, no powder, green silk like a waterfall, slender figure with a tough temperament, he never felt that person was so far away from him.

It's just a little bit, and I feel overwhelmed.

Meng Zhaoyan shook her head lightly, suppressed her anger, and asked her, "You already thought about it, right?" When the situation is stable, you are carefree and go away? ”

There is nothing to hide about this matter, Song Huaci nodded, compared to Meng Zhaoyan's appearance as if he was about to breathe fire, he seemed to make Song Huaci's heart tremble even more, she seemed to be able to see something through those eyes, but she couldn't see anything clearly like a fog.

Really.

"Song Mansion doesn't count, you recommended Miss Song San to me for this plan?"

"Of course not," Song Huaci immediately denied, "My sister really loves you, if she doesn't like you, I will take her with me in the future, in this world, my sister is so good to me." ”

"What about me?" Meng Zhaoyan smiled dismally, and there was a clear sadness in his smile, but the Song Painting Temple couldn't understand it.

Song Huaci lowered his head, his heart seemed to be shaken a little, and he couldn't say anything for a while when he asked such a question.

"Meng Zhaoyan, I think that since I came to your mansion, I have seen your kindness to me, and the grace of my Song Painting Temple should be reciprocated by a spring, and I will definitely cure your leg as promised."

Meng Zhaoyan was simply crying stupidly by the Song Painting Temple, who didn't understand anything but thought he knew everything, she couldn't see anything of his clear intentions to her, but he kept their original agreement.

Meng Zhaoyan now regrets why he made such a bad agreement in the first place, so that now he is restraining both sides, shackling himself, and stopping the Song Painting Temple approaching him.