Xiyue entered the inner hall, and it happened that the Song Painting Temple changed its clothes, and the good Liuyun Jin, the royal mansion was already detained, and there were only a few horses, all of which were approved by Meng Zhaoyan to make clothes for the Song Painting Temple.

Xiyue couldn't help laughing, put the medicine bowl on the table and waited for it to cool down, and said, "It's really a blessing for the princess to marry our prince!" This flowing cloud brocade is a brocade that only exists in the south of the Yangtze River, a royal tribute, and only a handful of them are sent to the palace every year, and they are all used by the prince to the princess! ”

No wonder this robe is so comfortable to the touch, Song Huaci didn't care when he heard it, anyway, the people in the whole house thought that Meng Zhaoyan couldn't be better to herself, and she didn't need to say much, she couldn't argue.

Song Huaci stroked the corners of his eyes, yawned, and let out some wetness, and when Xiyue saw it, he said: "This medicine is also cool, the princess will fall asleep after drinking, and the slave will ask the princess to invite her for dinner." ”

Song Huaci pinched his nose and shook his head with the medicine, and only after drinking it did he pouted and said: "No, no, I have to go to see my sister in a while, say something, and sleep will be free, I will be dozed off from this medicine." ”

Xiyue covered her mouth and smiled, Meng Zhaoyan also came in when she heard the movement, and saw that the Song Painting Temple put an empty bowl on the table, and said: "Let's leave after drinking, go and ask, this king will not follow, leave some space for you two sisters to talk." ”

Meng Zhaoyan said it tolerantly and meaningfully, but Song Huaci didn't hear it, she wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, cleaned her hands, and said: "Then I'll go, if I know that you lied to me in order to perfunctory me, it's good for you!" ”

As he spoke, Song Huaci waved his fist, looking cute, which made Meng Zhaoyan and Xiyue laugh for a while.

Although Xiyue didn't know what the two of them meant, she couldn't ask, Song Painting Temple was going to Xiwan Pavilion, Meng Zhaoyan asked her to follow, and Song Painting Temple couldn't wait any longer, and went out of the palace in a panic.

The Song Painting Temple did a good job, because he was anxious, and his footsteps were also windy, and the evening moon trotted and couldn't keep up, so he was busy behind and said: "Princess, you wait for slaves, wait for slaves." ”

Song Huaci slowly lowered his steps, seeing that Xiyue was running with sweat, he couldn't help but smile, "Why are you running so slowly, and you sweat more than me?" ”

Xiyue was also wronged, and said: "Who knows whose hot wheels the princess stepped on, how did she go so fast!" ”

Song Huaci helped her in vain, and was busy being dodged by Xiyue, only to see Xiyue's face shocked, and said in horror: "The princess can't, Xiyue is a cheap maid, and the princess is noble, don't be covered in dust by Xiyue!" ”

"What dust is not dusty, just bother you who break the rules, let's go, I'll help you slowly, you just follow." As he spoke, the Song Painting Temple added his hand again.

Xiyue still wanted to hide, but thought that the princess had also given a death order, so she also eased her stiff body.

She didn't ignore the infinite feelings and gratitude that she had born in her heart by the princess, she had always only had the subordinate to help the master, when she had seen the master help the subordinate, she was happy in her heart, and it was really a blessing to be a slave and maid when she met a master like the princess.

The front road trotted all the way, and the back walked slowly, just walking for a stick of incense before walking to the rather remote Xiwan Pavilion,

There are a lot of people in Xiwan Pavilion, at least Meng Zhaoyan saw the face of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and also took care of it in many ways, but today he looked at the extremely secluded Song Painting Ancestral Hall and was busy going to see Song Qiaoshu naturally didn't pay attention, but Xiyue saw it clearly.

Although she was strange, she didn't say much, she didn't come to Xiwange much, so she didn't say much, and she knew that the people with broken mouths usually didn't live long.

Song Qiaoshu had just come back from watching Changyun, and had just changed into clothes that smelled of blood, and the maid guarding outside the door hurriedly spread her voice into the house, saying, "Miss Song San, the princess is here, and she has already passed the front yard." ”

Song Qiaoshu's heart trembled, remembering that Meng Zhaoyan was very tender to the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and she was very cruel to herself, and she couldn't help but feel bitter in her heart.

She and the Song Painting Temple can be regarded as dependent on each other for more than ten years, but today they have to be separated by a Meng Zhaoyan, thinking about it, the two have not spoken anything in the boudoir for a long time, these days are nothing more than her crying and her comfort, and Meng Zhaoyan is inseparable from the left and right.

It's sad, it's sad.

Song Qiaoshu replied in a low voice, "Got it." ”

Song Huaci is in line with the identity of the princess, no one in the palace dares to stop her, even if Song Qiaoshu is still changing clothes through the screen, no one tells her, Song Huaci is big and went in directly without asking, which shocked Song Qiaoshu, she hurriedly gathered her sleeves, frowned and said: "Why is the ancestral hall so reckless, my sister is changing clothes, why doesn't the ancestral hall come in again?" ”

There was an element of reproach in these words, and the tone was very impatient, and Song Qiaoshu's hidden grievances against the Song Painting Temple were vented a few bits, and the Xiyue behind the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, who was listening directly, frowned, she just wanted to say "presumptuous", but the Song Painting Temple in front of her spoke first.

"I'm sorry sister, I'm in a hurry to see you, so I didn't care so much and came in directly, sister, don't be angry."

Song Huaci also smiled angrily, obviously looking like a sincere apology, Xiyue was almost about to bite a mouthful of silver teeth, quite a bit of hatred of iron is not steel, why did the princess bow down to others, and she had never been so gentle to the prince.

I have to say that Xiyue is unconscious of the truth.

Song Qiaoshu also thought badly when she said this, but she was afraid that she would not be able to hang up on the face of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, but fortunately, the Song Painting Ancestral Hall was very good to her sister and didn't care, so she also uncovered the stubble, and said: "My sister's tone is heavy, I'm tired of leaving, I see that there is some fine sweat, sit here in the ancestral hall, come to someone, watch the tea." ”

The maid outside the door immediately put the tea on the tray, and the Song Painting Temple took a sip, and then thought about opening the sunset, "Xiyue, you go outside to guard, don't call people in, I'll talk to my sister for a while." ”

"Yes, the moon is gone." Xiyue stepped back and went out, Fang covered the door, and Song Huaci asked a little impatiently: "Sister, Meng Zhaoyan came to you earlier, what did you say?" ”

Song Qiaoshu was secretly shocked in her heart, the aftermath of Meng Zhaoyan's warning was still spinning in her head, she was uneasy, she couldn't tell Song Huaci about this, so she turned her mind away, made a secret decision in her heart, and asked: "Ancestral Hall, you just now, but you were assassinated?" ”

"Assassinated?" Song Huaci raised his eyebrows, "Meng Zhaoyan told you?" ”

"Nature." Song Qiaoshu naturally hid her tears and said, "The prince told me about this, I didn't know it, but it turned out that Chang Yun stopped this matter when he saw that I was tired, so as not to worry about me." Chang Yun is dedicated to me, and the prince doesn't know why, he pressed Chang Yun down to fight for twenty, and he was locked in a firewood room without food......"

Song Huaci twisted his eyebrows, patted Song Qiaoshu's back, and was distracted for a moment.

Song Qiaoshu then sobbed and said: "Changyun is a woman, she has been so seriously injured, I have just seen her, if I hadn't asked Lang Zhong to diagnose and treat Chang Yun, I don't know if Chang Yun can survive these few days, the ancestral hall, the prince is like this, he is really ruthless!" ”

Song Qiaoshu's mind was simple, but she cried to the Song Painting Temple about Chang Yun's suffering, and asked the Song Painting Temple to write down this stroke, and secretly disliked Meng Zhaoyan.

But looking at the Song Painting Temple's deep face, I don't know if it is a trick.