Meng Zhaoyan's gloomy momentum was released, frowning tightly, and the shocked secret guard did not dare to make a move.

After a long time, Meng Zhaoyan waved his hand with a headache and said, "Let's go, let's go, you go down." ”

The dark guard clenched his fists with both hands, bowed his head slightly, and said, "Yes, my subordinates retire!" ”

Meng Zhaoyan faced the table full of dishes, and he no longer had the slightest interest in tasting them.

He didn't care why Song Qiaoshu would question the relationship between Song Huaci and the two of them, he was all stabbed by the sentence "interest relationship" and his whole heart trembled!

I am like this to you, but you only consider me to be in interest with you!

Okay, my good ancestral hall, I definitely want you to see my sincerity, see my Meng Zhaoyan's sincerity!

The pace of the Song Painting Temple is very slow, it is not as energetic as usual, the setting moon is really strange, but it is not good to ask more, looking at the Song Painting Ancestral Hall's such a sad expression, my heart also climbed into an anxious mood.

After a long time, the figure of the Song Painting Temple appeared in the dining hall, she happened to stand behind Meng Zhaoyan, taking a fancy to the tall but somewhat lonely back, her heart twitched, a little numb, a little sore.

She put down these emotions and walked to Meng Zhaoyan's side, Xiyue handed over water and a handkerchief, and the Song Painting Temple quietly washed her hands and wiped her hands quietly, without saying a word the whole time, only hearing the sound of water flowing through it.

After washing his hands, seeing that Meng Zhaoyan still didn't move his chopsticks, knowing that he was waiting for himself, Song Huaci specially said: "Lord, please eat." ”

Meng Zhaoyan frowned, and ignored the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and said to Xiyue, who was standing on the side and waiting at any time: "Xiyue, retreat!" ”

"This ......" Xiyue was a little embarrassed, there was no one in the entire dining hall except her, if she left, there would be no one to serve the princess and princess, this ...... It's really unruly.

"Doesn't it work for this king to speak? Don't quit yet! ”

Meng Zhaoyan said again, his words were fierce, and the Song Painting Temple was also startled, Xiyue was helpless, and he dressed up in civilian clothes and said, "Lord, princess, slave and maid retire." ”

After Xiyue left for a while, Meng Zhaoyan still didn't move his chopsticks, the Song Painting Temple was really strange, and felt that Meng Zhaoyan's aura was wrong at the moment, and when he saw that no outsiders were present, he was no longer polite, and asked, "Meng Zhaoyan, what's wrong with you tonight?" How is it weird? ”

Meng Zhaoyan sneered, so far, it is the first time to show such emotions to the Song Painting Temple, he said slowly: "Has the princess been staying at Miss Song San's place before?" ”

"Yes, my sister is not in the right mood, I have been comforting her, and as soon as I came out, I was called here by Xiyue." Song Huaci replied.

Meng Zhaoyan smiled even colder, "The ancestral hall really cares about Miss Song San, and even forgot the meal, so the king will wait for a while!" ”

Song Huaci heard that his tone was wrong, and his mood was not very good, and he couldn't help but be a little angry at the moment, "I said Meng Zhaoyan, what do you mean?" My sister is the person I care about the most, I don't care about her, so who do I care about? ”

"What about me? Your husband, what about me? Meng Zhaoyan leaned forward, pinched the chin of the Song Painting Temple with his fingers, and his fingers were slightly forced, the momentum was pressing, and the sense of oppression was strong, which made the Song Painting Temple instantly nervous.

"Meng, Meng Zhaoyan, what do you mean? What do you do? ”

Meng Zhaoyan squinted dangerously and said, "The princess who is marrying this king is not taking this king in his eyes at all, ancestral hall, what do you mean by me?" ”

"Meng Zhaoyan, you let go of me!"

Song Huaci now understands, it should be that she was too rude to Meng Zhaoyan before, Meng Zhaoyan is a prince, except for Song Huaci on the surface, no one has ever been so rude to him at all, he should feel that he was disdained by Song Huaci, so he questioned her like this.

Song Painting Temple thought that this was indeed the case, she came through time, originally lived in an era when everyone was equal, and suddenly came here, naturally she could not adapt to the class status here.

Her momentum weakened by three points, and she sneered: "I know, you let go of me first, it's a big deal...... It's a big deal that I'll be kind to you in the future, and don't you just have a little respect? ”

Meng Zhaoyan didn't know what Song Huaci thought in his heart, but this "better" really hit his point, so he didn't ask anymore.

Meng Zhaoyan let go of his hand and saw that Song Huaci's chin had been pinched red by him, but Song Huaci didn't feel it, a little distressed, and a little helpless, he didn't withdraw his hand, gently rubbed her chin, and said, "Does it hurt you?" ”

Song Huaci was originally ashamed, waved his hand generously, shook his head, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to go back and rub the medicine." ”

Meng Zhaoyan looked at him distressedly and said, "Ancestral Hall, this king won't do this next time, but don't anger this king again, for you, this king can do anything......"

The last two sentences Meng Zhaoyan seemed to be muttering, Song Huaci didn't hear it, she tossed several times, she was indeed a little hungry, and she didn't pay attention to Meng Zhaoyan's headless words, only said: "Eat quickly, I'm hungry!" ”

Meng Zhaoyan was no longer so cold, and said with a smile: "Okay, this king will pick up vegetables for the ancestral hall." ”

"No, you can eat it too."

The dishes on the table are all what Song Huaci likes to eat, Song Huaci didn't notice it slowly, so he just buried his head in eating, Meng Zhaoyan watched her eat so fragrantly, and her mood was a lot more comfortable, but she still sighed slowly in her heart.

Ancestral Hall, when will you understand my sincerity to you?

On the other side, after the Song Painting Temple left, Song Qiaoshu did not rest directly, but whispered to Chang Yun: "Chang Yun, you go to the dining hall, hide a little, tell me, what has been said between the ancestral hall and the prince, listen to it word for word, come back and tell me." ”

"Miss, this ......"

Song Qiaoshu looked at her coldly and said, "What's the matter, you don't listen to what I say?" ”

"No, Miss, that's it...... I'm afraid ......"

"What are you afraid of, just let you eavesdrop, and don't let you do anything else!"

"Miss, I, I'm going...... Miss have a good rest. ”

Song Qiaoshu nodded, closed her eyes and recuperated.

Changyun walked out of Xiwan Pavilion, and the more she walked, the more uneasy she became, she didn't know what the purpose of the young lady asked her to do this, but she knew that it would definitely be bad to do so.

But she could not disobey the young lady's order.

After being entangled like this, I slowly walked to the cafeteria.

Meng Zhaoyan removed all the people in the canteen, which was just convenient for Changyun to eavesdrop, and when she saw the prince treating the princess like that, she was also secretly anxious, but fortunately, the prince in the back was also pleasant.

Chang Yun put his mind at ease, until the two of them stopped eating, saw that there was no one around, and left quietly.

However, she didn't know that her actions had already fallen into the eyes of the secret guards who were watching from the sidelines.

Meng Zhaoyan naturally knew that he had deep internal strength and could easily detect the snort of others, but he didn't care, and the secret guard saw that Meng Zhaoyan didn't move, and he didn't show up to stop him.

Back at Xiwan Pavilion, Chang Yun told Song Qiaoshu all the conversations between the two according to her memory, and when she saw Song Qiaoshu's darker and darker expression, she was in a trance, afraid that Miss would do something that would make her heart chill.

After listening, Song Qiaoshu just waved her hand to let her step back, and then turned to lie down sideways.

Chang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, extinguished the candle, and exited the door, she naturally didn't see Song Qiaoshu's obscure expression.