"Well, the king will keep it and place it in your courtyard, so that you can eat it at any time after the ancestral hall gets married." Meng Zhaoyan nodded, very "understanding" agreed to the request of the Song Painting Temple, and said: "In this way, the ancestral hall will eat more, and you don't have to be polite." ”

Can't you live if you don't tease her a few times a day? Song Huaci gritted his teeth and smiled: "Your Highness Xie." ”

Zhou Zhun stood aside, looking at the smile on the corners of his Royal Highness's eyes and eyebrows, and he really didn't know whether to be happy or cry. His Royal Highness, when was he so able to deceive the little girl? Miss Song, you may have to ask for more blessings.

When Song Huaci was still silently biting on the crab roe cake and trying to avoid talking to Meng Zhaoyan, Zhou Zhun walked up to Meng Zhaoyan and leaned over and said a word.

Meng Zhaoyan glanced up and looked forward, and quietly added tea to the teacups of himself and the Song Painting Temple, as if he didn't realize it.

Song Huaci watched their movements, thought about it or didn't look at it, and ate snacks by himself.

"As soon as a few peach blossoms appeared, the third brother took the beauty out to play, it's really good Yaxing." Meng Lianfeng put one hand behind his back and slowly walked into the pavilion, looking like a humble gentleman.

"The fifth brother is also in good spirits." Meng Zhaoyan smiled a lot in his eyes.

Song Huaci got up to salute Meng Lianfeng, Meng Lianfeng looked at Song Huaci, smiled very brightly, and actually approached her and looked at Meng Zhaoyan carefully: "Third brother, I haven't seen Miss Song for many days, but when I see it today, I think Miss Song is a little more beautiful, and the third brother is so blessed." ”

Meng Zhaoyan didn't answer his words, and instead said to the Song Painting Temple, which had not yet been called: "Miss Song, how about tasting the new Junshan silver needle of this king, can the fifth brother have a cup?" The tone of the last sentence was flat, as if asking Meng Lianfeng was just piggybacking.

"Since the third brother invited, how dare the younger brother refuse?" Meng Lianfeng smiled heartily and chose the seat next to Meng Zhaoyan to sit down.

Song Painting Temple and Meng Zhaoyan both felt that Meng Lianfeng was very abnormal, in the past, in this case, didn't Meng Lianfeng lose his breath a long time ago?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and it may not be able to get rid of it. The Song Painting Temple is very self-aware, so it acts more carefully.

Although the Song Painting Temple doesn't understand tea, it still knows how to make a look. Ignoring Meng Lianfeng no more, Song Huaci stood up and took a teacup to taste, and after a while, he said with a happy expression: "After drinking His Highness's tea today, I realized that there is tea outside the tea." It's not like sake, but it's not drunk. ”

Knowing that she didn't know much about tea tasting, Meng Zhaoyan also followed her words and asked her to solve the siege: "Miss Song likes it, I'll take some back later." ”

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"It doesn't matter.

Meng Zhaoyan and Song Painting Temple asked and answered, but they had a very tacit understanding. Meng Lianfeng sat there alone drinking tea, and suddenly sneered, but pretended to be nothing, as if he couldn't bear to laugh, full of mockery.

"Third brother, you are about to marry Miss Song, and you still look at it like this, and you don't understand the customs. The third brother used to be clean and self-conscious, but he didn't realize a word of love. If there is anything that the third brother needs to ask after marrying Miss Song, he will open his mouth, and the younger brother will know everything. ”

Song Huaci wanted to laugh when he heard his words. If Meng Zhaoyan is as romantic as him, he is afraid that Cangli's luck will come to an end.

Meng Zhaoyan gave Song Painting Ancestral Hall a lot of face: "Miss Song is gentle and generous, how can this king surprise her." The fifth brother was kind, and the third brother understood it. ”

"Also, Miss Song can draw the king's lot, which must be different from other women. It's just that this king is really curious, what lottery did Miss Song draw later? Meng Lianfeng asked around, and finally got to the point.

Song Huaci and Meng Zhaoyan glanced at each other, secretly thinking about how to answer.

Before Song Huaci could speak, a man hurriedly came, leaned over and whispered a few words in Meng Lianfeng's ear. Meng Lianfeng's face immediately became very ugly, and he raised his head with a "ho", looking at Meng Zhaoyan's gaze as if he was about to tear him apart.

"Third brother, are you still satisfied with this gift?" Meng Lianfeng's face was dark, and he looked at Meng Zhaoyan with a smile.

"It's okay, this king will accept it for the time being, and the fifth brother will really use it in the future, so tell me again.

"Not necessarily." After finishing speaking, Meng Lianfeng turned around and left, very anxious.

Song Huaci felt that the plot had flipped a little fast, what did he do to make Meng Lianfeng let her go so easily?

I know that she is confused, but there are too many involved, and it is inconvenient to explain it to her in detail. So, Meng Zhaoyan only smiled and comforted her: "The fifth brother is busy with affairs, but I'm afraid that I will have to go to Jiangnan in the near future." ”

Gangnam ...... In other words, when they get married, Meng Lianfeng will not make trouble in the capital. Contacting the conversation between Meng Zhaoyan and Meng Lianfeng, it is not difficult to guess that Meng Zhaoyan got something that could threaten Meng Lianfeng.

The Song Painting Temple suddenly understood, so the way to deal with Meng Lianfeng that Meng Zhaoyan said yesterday was like this.

"Your Highness the courtier, Xie Jie, has lifted the siege."

"No need, this king's trick is under the guidance of the ancestral hall." Meng Zhaoyan glanced at her with a smile, but his eyes were not very happy.

Song Huaci decided that Meng Zhaoyan would say something similar, and she should speak less and ask fewer questions, so as to avoid putting herself in it in the end. As a result, even if the Song Painting Temple didn't understand it, it remained silent.

As for the title of "ancestral hall", he can't call her anyway, as long as she remains normal in front of people, she can follow him in the future.

Thinking of an important matter again, the Song Painting Temple started a new topic: "Your Highness, have you seen anything wrong?" ”

Be careful with this, after all, there are still some people around.

Meng Zhaoyan did not shy away from it, his complexion was not as gentle as at the beginning, and he was a little more depressed and aggressive. He said bluntly: "What is the medicinal properties of the medicine? ”

The courtiers were not familiar with the medicine, and could only judge that the medicine had a strong effect on confusing people's nerves, or it could reduce people's judgment. According to the actions of the five princes, the courtiers deduced that this medicine should be close to the body to be effective. "Song Huaci was calm and calm when he analyzed the medicine, and he peeled off the cocoon.

Because it needs to be close to be effective, Meng Lianfeng approached the Song Painting Temple as if he didn't know how to be polite when he met, and after that, he also sat close to the Song Painting Temple. He was very interested in the signature that Master Na Puhui interpreted.

"Are you hurt?"

Meng Zhaoyan listened to the words of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and felt that he had taken Meng Lianfeng lightly. If the Song Painting Temple really has anything, he will not spare him.

"The courtiers noticed it very early, so the inhalation amount is not much, and it is not harmful to the body."

"Want the medicine?" Meng Zhaoyan saw that the Song Painting Temple seemed to be very interested in this unknown medicine.

"Your Highness may grant permission?"

"It's not already accurate, and this king naturally can't break his word and get fat. This medicine will be found for you, but be careful when researching it yourself. ”

Fang Cai Song Painting Temple hinted at Meng Zhaoyan with tea, and Meng Lianfeng had medicine on his body. And Meng Zhaoyan asked her to take some back if she liked it. It turns out that "take some back" also refers to poison. Therefore, he had long known that the Song Painting Temple would definitely want it.

Song Huaci nodded happily. After thinking about it, she decided to take it upon herself to remind Meng Zhaoyan of a sentence in return for the gift: "Your Highness, the courtiers have discovered all kinds of drugs more than once recently, and the categories are not common, but the effect is very good. These medicines cannot be made by ordinary people. ”

Not to mention recently, Meng Lianfeng had rare medicines there a long time ago. He had always thought that he had collected it, after all, Meng Zhaoyan had never found out that there were such strange people around him. Today, this may not be the case. Meng Zhaoyan's expression darkened, and he kept this matter in his heart, and only waited for him to rearrange it after he went back.

"In this matter, the king thanked the ancestral hall here for reminding him, but the king was negligent."

Seeing that Meng Zhaoyan didn't mean to blame, obviously listening to it, Song Huaci breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone carried a crisp smile: "There is a specialization in the art industry, and the courtiers are interested in this way, so they feel naturally sharper." It is a blessing for the courtiers that His Royal Highness does not blame him, so why thank him? ”

Meng Zhaoyan's eyebrows finally gradually stretched after Meng Lianfeng came, and he talked about the "king sign" for the first time: "This king is still the same sentence, there are some things, if you don't want to say it, this king won't force you." If you will speak, the king will listen at any time, and you will decide for yourself. Besides, even if you don't have that sign, won't this king marry you? If others ask, just make up a reason to prevaricate in the past, and don't cause trouble for yourself. ”

Song Huaci was silent for a moment, looked up at Meng Zhaoyan, and said solemnly: "If necessary, the courtiers will not hide it from His Highness." ”

Meng Zhaoyan nodded in agreement.

In the afternoon, Meng Zhaoyan sent the Song Painting Temple back to the Song Mansion. Before leaving, Meng Zhaoyan called the Song Painting Temple again.

"What else does Your Highness command?" Song Huaci looked back suspiciously.

Meng Zhaoyan looked at her smooth and delicate face, her long black hair like a waterfall, her slightly emaciated figure, and her smile like a heavenly face was full of breathtaking. Song Huaci felt that his breathing seemed to speed up a little.

"About your sister, can this king send Ci'en to talk to Song Taifu?"

Song Huaci lowered his head and thought for a moment, and shook his head: "Such a trivial matter also has to trouble His Highness, isn't it too useless for the courtiers." His Royal Highness only needs to allow it, and the courtiers can use it in His Royal Highness's name. ”

The Song Painting Temple was about to marry out of the Song Mansion, and with this incident, the Song Painting Temple still wanted to test the matter, and if Ci'en followed, he lost the opportunity.

"Well, that's you. Stay in the house for a few days, and there will be no other things to do. On the day of marriage, wait for the king to come and greet him. ”

Meng Zhaoyan spoke slowly, with the reflection of the Song Painting Temple in his eyes, which looked as bright as stars. Song Huaci was stunned for a moment, then nodded indiscriminately, saluted and hurriedly got out of the car. And Meng Zhaoyan saw her reactions, but smiled silently.

On the way back to the courtyard, Song Huaci scolded himself half to death, feeling that he was really angry.

The Song Painting Temple was about to return to the courtyard, but remembered something again. She asked Qi Wan to go back first and tell Song Qiaoshu that she had returned, and then took Hui Fang to Song Taifu's study.

When Song Taifu heard the report of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, the brush in his hand to trace Danqing suddenly stopped. It's a good beauty mountain map, and there is one more ink spot, and I can't look at it anymore.

Put down the pen in his hand, let people accept the painting, and ponder for a moment before letting people call the Song Painting Temple in.

"What is the reason why the ancestral hall is here?" Mrs. Song asked her casually, as if she was just an ordinary father treating his daughter who asked for him.

"To discuss something with Daddy."

"What?"

"After the wedding, my daughter wants to leave Qijuan in the Song Mansion and take her sister to the Three Princes' Mansion." Song Painting Temple said directly.

Song Taifu raised his head suddenly, feeling that the Song Painting Temple was extremely absurd, and reprimanded: "What kind of bastard words are you saying, what kind of system is this!" ”

Song Huaci was not afraid at all, and replied politely and firmly: "Daddy don't worry, the third prince has already agreed to this matter." And when my daughter replaced her with her sister, others would only think that she would marry with me, and she would not know that her sister was no longer in the Song Mansion, so she would not damage the reputation of the Song Mansion. ”

"You're dreaming! Since ancient times, how can there be a reason for a sister to marry and take her sister? You don't know shame, I'm afraid of being embarrassed! Shu'er is a girl from the Song family, so she has to give me an An'an to live in the Song Mansion, and she is not allowed to go anywhere! Song Taifu felt that Song Huaci's words humiliated him, and he was furious.

"My sister is a girl from the Song family, so isn't that my daughter? Daddy keeps saying that he wants his sister to stay at home, so why did he put his daughter to death? Tears rolled in Song Huaci's eyes, and he looked at Mrs. Song stubbornly and bitterly and asked.

"Nonsense." Song Taifu turned around and turned his back to the Song Painting Temple.

"Whether the daughter is talking nonsense or not, the father understands. Yesterday was a fluke, but I will never allow my sister to take such a risk again. My sister's injuries from being beaten by my father have not healed, and I am still bedridden, if there is another time, where is my life? I really don't understand, Daddy can be so good to his big sister, why is he so cruel to our sister? ”

Song Huaci's words were like a knife inserted into Song Taifu's heart, stinging but not daring to pull it out. He is not without feelings, not without contradictions, but for him feelings are never against his own interests.

He was so angry that he couldn't refute it.

The blade provokes the most contradiction in his heart, exposing the old scars to the sun along with the sins he has committed now, so that he has to face it, but does he dare to face it?

He didn't dare. So, he had no choice but to compromise. After compromise, he quietly sprinkled medicine on the bloody flesh, bandaged it, and then went on with his life, allowing the piece of meat to metabolize or decay in his body.

Mrs. Song could have continued to refute, but he didn't. The disrespectful words of the Song Painting Temple, he no longer scolded him as he did at the beginning.

He just turned his back to the Song Painting Temple and was silent.

"That's it, since the third prince has agreed, then bring it. It's just that this matter must not be made public, and if it spreads, don't blame your father for being merciless. Song Taifu suddenly fell silent, and compromises and concessions came unexpectedly.

Song Huaci exhaled a breath and calmed down, with a clear light flashing in his eyes. She respectfully retired: "Daddy Xie is considerate, and my daughter is retiring." ”

In the study of Mrs. Song alone, Mrs. Song is no longer tough in front of outsiders. He slowly walked to a bookshelf full of books, took out a stack of books, and pressed the switch in the compartment.

The bookshelves retreat to the sides, revealing the darkroom behind them. It is said to be a darkroom, but in fact, it is brightly lit, and everything inside can be clearly seen by the people standing outside.

The walls were covered with portraits of a woman with a strong sense of power. The woman looked very young, more than ten years old, but she was unbelievably beautiful.

"I'd rather not know the city and the country." Mrs. Song looked at the woman and muttered, but she didn't know who to say.

After a long, long time, he stepped forward and flipped the switch again, and the bookshelf closed. Facing the bookshelf that already only had volumes, Mrs. Song suddenly showed a mocking smile: "Feelings? How to be reliable. ”

Song Painting Temple came out of the study, just in time to see the gradually falling, gorgeous sunset like blood. The setting sun dyed the entire sky, and the light poured down like the light of the Buddha to purify all beings.

She stopped and walked towards her little courtyard. Only that small home made her feel a little relieved.

"Why did the ancestral hall come back so late?"

Song Qiaoshu was still lying on the bed and couldn't get up, and she began to worry since she knew that the Yao family was going to take the Song Painting Temple to the temple. The last time I went to worship my mother, she still remembered the incident of Yao's mother and daughter attacking the Song Painting Temple.

Song Huaci asked everyone to go down first, and only she and Song Qiaoshu were left in the room. She stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed, took Song Qiaoshu's hand and said, "When I was in the temple, I met His Royal Highness by chance, and he invited me to go down the mountain today. I told him about bringing you into the house, and he agreed. ”

Song Huaci skipped the incident of her distress last night, and didn't want Song Qiaoshu to worry about her once in vain after the incident, so he only picked out the matter about the three princes and told her.

"I just went to see my father, and it was also for this matter, and my father has agreed." The Song Painting Temple was smiling.

"Really? Daddy...... How could he agree so easily? There are also three princes...... Does he really not mind? Song Qiaoshu endured the joy in her heart and asked again with certainty.

Song Huaci stretched out his hand to cover Song Qiaoshu, and said a little playfully: "I won't tell you how you agree, anyway, you just wait to go with me." ”

Song Qiaoshu's happy eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, and she took Song Huaci's hand and kept saying, "Thank you, really, thank you for being so good to me." ”

"What my sister said is too much for me. It's just that life in the Three Princes' Mansion may not be easy, my sister must be mentally prepared, I just hope that I am helping you, not dragging you down. Song Huaci said that he was worried in his heart.

"Ancestral Hall, you can help my sister like this, my sister is already very happy. If you talk about dragging, my sister still feels that it is dragging you down. In the future, I am not allowed to say such things again, there is an ancestral hall with me, and my sister is not afraid of difficulties. ”

Sitting next to Song Qiaoshu, Song Huaci smiled gently and beautifully. As long as she feels a trace of warmth and love, she has the strength to forget all the unpleasantness.