Song Huaci's face sank when he heard this, and said: "How can there be people who say bad things about my sister behind my back, didn't I punish them all yesterday?" ”

"yes, yes, I'm weird! And it's not just like this today, those two subordinates actually said to the face that Miss was not, if it wasn't for the appearance of the prince, I don't know how to say Miss! ”

In an instant, Song Huaci's heart was full of anger, and he turned around and asked Meng Zhaoyan: "Okay, Meng Zhaoyan, this is the quality of the people in your house, the more you fight, the more energetic you get, isn't it?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan was also helpless, but he had always been kind and pleasant to the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and still smiled and said: "Don't blame me, it's the first time I've encountered this kind of thing, and I've already helped Miss Song San punish those subordinates, is the ancestral hall satisfied?" ”

Song Huaci glared at him, didn't say anything more, turned around and wanted to continue to comfort Song Qiaoshu.

However, this staring glance looked like she was coquettish to Meng Zhaoyan in Song Qiaoshu's eyes.

Song Qiaoshu saw that Song Huaci still wanted to say something to herself, and she didn't want to say anything more bitter in her heart, so she waved her hand directly and said: "Since the prince has sought justice for Qiao Shu, Qiao Shu will not stay for a long time. ”

After that, she obeyed as if she was angry, and said, "Lord, princess, Qiao Shu retires." ”

Hearing these words, Song Huaci felt strange in her heart, but before she could speak, Song Qiaoshu turned around and left, she called behind Song Qiaoshu: "Sister, sister!" ”

Song Huaci didn't chase after him, but turned around and asked, "Meng Zhaoyan, what the hell is going on?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan saw that Song Huaci's face was really different, and knew that she was really angry, and secretly slandered the ancestral hall that she really cared about her sister.

Meng Zhaoyan no longer joked, and said solemnly: "Ancestral Hall, as Chang Yun said, this king is waiting for you to enjoy the flowers with you, and I happened to meet two subordinates who said that Miss Song San was not, Chang Yun came forward to refute, and those two subordinates intensified and insulted Miss Song San in person, this king knew that the ancestral hall had always cared about Miss Song San, so he came forward to relieve Miss Song San and punish the two subordinates. ”

"This king defends Miss Song San for the ancestral hall like this, and the ancestral hall not only does not appreciate this king, but questions this king like this," Meng Zhaoyan shook his sleeves and said angrily: "There is no such reason!" ”

Speaking of the back, Meng Zhaoyan even threw his sleeves at her, and the Song Painting Temple was angry when he saw it.

"What is not a husband! Meng Zhaoyan, in front of outsiders, I can call you the prince or the husband, but there are only two of us here, you don't have to pretend to be so similar! ”

These words really stabbed Meng Zhaoyan's heart fiercely, he knew that the Song Painting Temple was just tying him up with his own interests, but he didn't want to get along for so long, and he didn't have feelings for him at all.

Song Huaci was so angry that he stomped his feet and said: "Also, it's not for me to protect my sister, my sister is a guest in your house, you must do what the master should do, even if the subordinates say that the sister is not behind their backs, they should be punished!" ”

"Why are you asking me for credit now? I'm telling you, I don't have that reason here! ”

Meng Zhaoyan frowned, he had done many things that crossed the line in the Song Painting Temple, and the Song Painting Temple had never been angry with him like this, let alone talking to him like this, today for the sake of Miss Song San, the Song Painting Temple was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, and even lashed his hopes fiercely, he was really uncomfortable in his heart.

But in any case, Meng Zhaoyan was not angry with the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, he only waved his hand and said: "That's it, it's the king's fault, I have asked the housekeeper to deal with the subordinates fiercely, and re-clean the atmosphere of the palace......"

He paused, looked at the Song Painting Temple not far away, and coaxed softly: "So the ancestral hall, don't be angry with this king, okay?" ”

"Grunt", Song Huaci bumped into such a gaze, like water and mist, like a dream, her heart trembled, and her heart seemed to have broken through the ground, and she was so shocked by this eye that she couldn't say anything anymore.

Song Huaci didn't dare to touch Meng Zhaoyan's gaze again, she shook her head and said, "Meng Zhaoyan, since you have already dealt with this matter, then leave it at that, I don't want to hear such a thing happen in the future." ”

She turned around, faced the direction Song Qiaoshu left, and said, "I'm going to find my sister now, my sister definitely needs me at the moment, and I will let go of the matter of accompanying you to enjoy the garden, and you can take your own time." ”

After that, Song Huaci lifted the skirt and ran forward without letting go for a second, leaving Meng Zhaoyan standing silently behind her.

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, Song Huaci always feels that there is a line of sight behind her that is closely following her, and she doesn't know whether she is running with a red face or being red by this gaze.

Until the figure of the Song Painting Temple disappeared at the corner of the corridor, Meng Zhaoyan sighed lightly, turned his head to look at the sky, such a thing happened, delayed a lot of time, and the sunset slowly disappeared into the horizon without nostalgia.

Meng Zhaoyan thought to himself, I don't know when such a scenery will be there again, today, I can only miss it.

Song Huaci walked along the path, the slower the pace became, she couldn't forget the gaze that Meng Zhaoyan had just seen, and she deeply remembered where she had seen it, but she couldn't remember anything.

Shaking his head, he continued to walk forward, walking through most of the palace before arriving at Xiwan Pavilion.

It can be seen how many roads Song Qiaoshu had to walk to meet Meng Zhaoyan in the corridor.

There was silence in the Xiwan Pavilion, and even the low-ranking people who usually worked as handymen could not be seen, all of them were withdrawn, and they walked through the front yard, and as soon as they stepped through the arch, they could hear the sobbing sound coming from the inner room, mixed with the voice of Chang Yun's constant comfort.

"Oh, my miss, don't cry, you are like this, Chang Yun can't bear to see it, you tell Chang Yun, what is wrong with you, Miss?"

When the words fell, Song Qiaoshu cried louder, she took the time to shout "Changyun", and there was no follow-up.

When Song Huaci heard the crying, he hurriedly ran into the house, ran across the courtyard, and entered the room, only to catch a glimpse of the looming figure lying on the table behind the screen.

Song Qiaoshu is raised in the deep boudoir, usually crying silently, tears are repeated, but crying is as moving as the rain in July, and at this moment the crying is poignant and high-pitched, which shows what kind of grievances she has suffered.

Song Huaci hurriedly ran over, his heart throbbed, he took the handkerchief from Chang Yun's hand, helped Song Qiaoshu up from the table, and said softly while carefully wiping her tears: "Sister, the prince has already sought justice for you, why should my sister cry again, my sister is torturing herself like this, and she is also torturing me, sister, don't cry anymore!" ”

Song Qiaoshu saw that it was the Song Painting Temple, and her heart was even more aggrieved, thinking that the prince was so gentle for the Song Painting Temple, and thinking of her long-term dull love, her heart was like pouring sour water, and the bitterness was difficult to suppress, so she cried even harder.

She choked up and couldn't speak, her heart was stuffed with the bitter Yellow Lotus, and the Song Painting Temple was the most helpless for him, and there was nothing he could do at the moment, just looking at Chang Yun on the side.

"Changyun, tell me quickly, what's wrong with my sister? Don't look back, your eyes are swollen from crying! ”

Chang Yun looked anxious, but there was nothing she could do: "The princess and the slave don't know why, as soon as the young lady comes back, she will be like this, and she won't say a word, and the slave and maid can't ask anything!" ”

Song Huaci was so anxious that she didn't know how to say anything more at the moment as if she was being burned by fire, Changyun began to persuade Song Qiaoshu again, but it was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire for the current Song Qiaoshu, she said: "Miss, look, the princess has come to see you, in the palace, who is not allowed to respect the princess, you tell the princess your grievances, don't hold it alone, you are so wronged, the slaves and the princess are extremely uncomfortable!" ”

Song Qiaoshu suddenly cried louder, she looked at Chang Yun, her expression was crazy like never before, she shouted frantically: "You shut up!" Get out! I don't want to see you! ”

Chang Yun was frightened by this shout, trembling and trembling, unable to say half a word, Song Huaci also really jumped, she waved her hand, and said, "Chang Yun, you go out first, I'm here to watch my sister." ”

Changyun came back to her senses at this time, the last time Miss looked at her like that, she thought it was a flash in the pan, Miss has never been so uncertain, what is wrong with this time?

No matter how much she thought about it, Chang Yun wouldn't say it, she retreated numbly, in addition to worrying about Song Qiaoshu's situation, she also had some weird feelings in her heart.

The prince treats the princess like that, Miss, this is not jealous, right?

But after a moment, she shook her head, thinking that Miss and the princess have a deep sisterhood, and the princess does not seem to be as much in love with the princess as Miss, so how can she be jealous, I must have thought too much.