Seeing that Song Huaci was stunned, Song Qiaoshu reminded again, "Ancestral Hall, how is it?" ”

Song Huaci came back to his senses and said with a forced smile: "Okay, sister, you wait first, when I tell the prince, the prince will naturally come to you, my sister is so beautiful, the prince will definitely be tempted." ”

Song Qiaoshu followed her mother, the bigger her eyebrows opened, the more she could see that she was a beautiful embryo, and she had a gentle temperament, virtuous and virtuous, and there was no ordinary man who was not tempted by such a woman.

But after saying this, only Song Huaci alone knew the inexplicable strangeness in her heart.

Song Qiaoshu got the answer, she was naturally happy, took good care of the Song Painting Temple, and called Chang Yun to borrow the things arranged by Meng Zhaoyan to wash and change clothes for the Song Painting Temple, and after sleeping for so long, Song Huaci sweated a lot, she originally wanted to bathe, so Song Qiaoshu persuaded her, so she gave up.

When the Song Painting Temple lay down, Song Qiaoshu left happily, but the heart of the Song Painting Temple, which was pretending to sleep on the couch, was always swaying as if it was being carried and churned by huge waves.

The bed tent was arranged in the red color of their wedding, and it has not been changed so far, and the Song Painting Ancestral Hall is also used to it, but at this moment she feels infarcted in her heart, looking at the red that seems to flicker under the candlelight, tears gradually groom in her eyes, and even she herself has not noticed.

Meng Zhaoyan came in at this time, followed by Xiyue who hung her head and took small steps.

Meng Zhaoyan smiled when he saw her, and said: "The ancestral hall is hungry, and when it's time for lunch, Imperial Doctor Lu left a recipe for medicinal food, and the king asked the kitchen to make it carefully and make food supplements for the ancestral hall." ”

Song Huaci was so distraught that she was not hungry, but it was not good to thin Meng Zhaoyan's mind, and besides, except for the bowl of porridge in the morning, she had not eaten for a long time, so she nodded in compromise and got up and got out of bed.

Even if the medicinal food is still rich, the medicinal aroma is rich but not pungent, which shows the superb cooking skills of the chefs of the palace.

Song Huaci was a little greedy by this aroma, and drank two bowls of the soup that Meng Zhaoyan had served, sweating a little.

Meng Zhaoyan unexpectedly reached out and tried her forehead, deliberately ignoring her slightly flashing eyes, and proposed: "There is a hot spring in the side hall that leads down from the mountain, you go to take a dip, it is also beneficial to recover." ”

The Song Painting Temple is indispensable, she was full of thoughts about how to find an opportunity to talk to Meng Zhaoyan about Fang Cai, she lost her mind for a while, and when she came back to her senses, she had arrived next to the hot spring pool in the side hall, and there was a sunset moon standing behind her, and Meng Zhaoyan was nowhere to be found.

Xiyue bent her knees and said, "Princess, the slave maid is dressed for you." ”

Song Huaci subconsciously refused, and said, "No need, you can guard on the side, I'll come by myself." ”

Xiyue understood the habits of the Song Painting Temple, but did not insist, and retreated after saluting.

Song Huaci took off her coat, and the room was not closed, so she left a shirt and went down to the pool.

The pool is not big or small, the side of the white jade rescue, the mist on the pond is rising, the surrounding walls are engraved with poetic murals, and some pastries and fruit plates are placed on the table, which is quite fluttering.

Song Huaci knew that the hot spring could not be soaked for too long, and his body was surrounded by hot water, which was much more comfortable, and he wanted to get up, and suddenly felt a wind behind him, and subconsciously slid down the water to dodge, looking up from the water, and sure enough, a silver sword suddenly plunged into the air where she was, and the secret road was dangerous.

The sword blade turned sharply into the water, and the Song Painting Temple did not dare to slack off for a moment and immediately swam to the side. She has practiced light skills, and she is as light as a swallow underwater, and she can avoid the tricky angle of the sword peak.

The longer the stalemate lasted, the more Song Huaci knew that she was powerless, she had just recovered from a serious illness, and she didn't have much strength, and besides, she was just a little more proficient, and her martial arts were not enough to see, and it was a blessing to be able to dodge for so long.

However, the palace guards were the elite in the end, but after a while, they rushed to catch the assassin who was dressed in black and covered with a black cloth.

Song Huaci was still hiding underwater, she was only wearing a white undershirt, and she was soaked in water, showing her figure, and now she could only hide it by this misty pool.

The guards entangled with the people and took them down soon after, and then went out, giving the Song Painting Temple a chance to breathe, and as soon as she left the water, she instantly crashed into the eyes of Meng Zhaoyan, who rushed to hear the news.

With just one glance, Meng Zhaoyan took a look at it.

Song Huaci's brain was cleared in an instant, and he couldn't speak, so he stood there stunned and let Meng Zhaoyan look at it, Meng Zhaoyan reacted faster than her, quickly closed his eyes, turned his wheelchair, and said: "Hurry up and get dressed, you are just sick, don't catch a cold." ”

He didn't mention that the Song Painting Temple was seen through by him, although he was the princess of his rightful name, but in the end there was no husband and wife, it was still a daughter's family, and he was afraid that she would be embarrassed.

Song Huaci understood, and his little face changed from pale to square, and instantly turned red, and he was speechless, but he hurriedly put on his clothes.

After a while, Song Huaci coughed lightly and whispered, "I, I'm fine." ”

Meng Zhaoyan knew that she was still unnatural, so he didn't turn his head, but continued to carry her behind his back to lead the way in front and said: "Ancestral Hall, rest assured, this matter will be thoroughly investigated by the king, and he will definitely give an explanation to Ancestral Hall." ”

Song Huaci nodded in response: "Okay." ”

When Meng Zhaoyan came in, he saw Xiyue fainting on the ground alone, and he had already asked someone to carry him back, and walked all the way back to the inner hall.

Ping retreated, Meng Zhaoyan also went out together, and said: "Ancestral hall hurry up and change clothes, this king called Lang Zhong to come to treat ancestral hall." ”

The heat on Song Huaci's face had not subsided, and he turned his back to Meng Zhaoyan and nodded, "Thank you, Lord Wang." ”

As soon as she thought of what Meng Zhaoyan had suddenly seen through, her face couldn't help but burn. Although Meng Zhaoyan is really unintentional like this, she can be a little more unrestrained, but ......

Forget it, don't think about it.

Song Huaci quickly changed her clothes, she didn't catch a cold, the spring water was warm, and the side hall was not far from the main hall, there was no big problem all the way, in the end, Meng Zhaoyan made a big fuss.

But it doesn't matter, she won't be entangled with Meng Zhaoyan in this kind of matter.

Meng Zhaoyan was not idle, he called the secret guard, his face was gloomy, and he had a posture of a mountain rain about to come and the wind was full of buildings, and asked, "Have you found out?" ”

The dark guard knelt on one knee, "The subordinates are not doing their jobs well, the girl was knocked unconscious, no one knows where the assassin came from, and the assassin was caught and immediately poisoned and died." ”

This matter can't be blamed on the secret guards, the Song Painting Temple wants to soak in the hot springs, they naturally have to leave, and the guards can't follow the guards, obviously the assassin seizes this gap to assassinate, and the chance of success is greater than usual.

Meng Zhaoyan secretly hated, if it weren't for the fact that the Song Painting Temple had practiced light skills, it was unknown whether he could hold out until the guards arrived, and he didn't dare to think about it at all.

Meng Zhaoyan lowered his eyelids, took a deep breath, a terrifying anger flashed in his eyes, and said, "Keep checking, you can't let go of any clues." ”

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

The secret guard left immediately, Meng Zhaoyan's face was gloomy, and his eyes were like a pool of icy water, freezing people to the bone.