"Exactly, I went to see Miss Song San according to your wishes."

Meng Zhaoyan said.

It should be the Song Painting Temple that is still in the heart, and it must have slipped out of the sentence "How is the talk", but in front of him, the surprise in his eyes gradually faded, and it became an empty shadow, which belonged to Meng Zhaoyan.

The Meng Zhaoyan in his eyes has a strong smile at the corner of his eyes, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a stiff nose bridge, and a diamond-shaped lip that is slightly pulled, pulling out a dazzling style.

When I went to see my sister, I was so happy?

Come to think of it, it must have been a good ending.

Song Huaci laughed, asked slowly, and took off a long voice, "Then, how are you talking?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan wanted to hook her heart, but she just looked at the Song Painting Temple who finally got to her side and smiled, and sold a good pass.

"You, say it......" The more she got to the back, the softer the voice became, Song Huaci's heart was in a mess, and she didn't have much to worry about, she looked at Meng Zhaoyan's smile, and her heart was numb.

Meng Zhaoyan smiled even deeper, with just the right eyebrows and eyes, bright and self-reliant.

He said: "It's so hard for the ancestral hall to deceive me!" ”

"Huh?"

The feet of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall stopped at the same time, and at the same time, they also stopped the wooden wheels rotating on both sides of Meng Zhaoyan.

"What do you mean by that? When did I lie to you? ”

Meng Zhaoyan looked innocent, "Isn't it Fang Cai, when the ancestral hall forced me to see Miss Song San, he lied to me." ”

"I don't have it......" Song Huaci still didn't scratch his head.

"Yes, just now I went to Miss Song San's pavilion according to the meaning of the ancestral hall, and after asking carefully, I realized that Miss Song San did not mean what the ancestral hall meant to me."

Song Huaci looked dazed, "How come?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan clenched his fist to his mouth, coughed lightly, and then continued: "Miss Song San, as the ancestral hall said before, does have a good impression of me, but as time goes by, the good feeling is indifferent, and she finally disappears. Miss Song San and I talked about it carefully, and only then did I know that you were thinking about Miss Song San's meaning, Princess......"

"Besides," Meng Zhaoyan continued: "Miss Song San also knows that now that the ancestral hall has married into the palace, she is already my princess in front of outsiders, and Miss Song San was taken to the palace by the ancestral hall, except for the people in the palace, no outsiders can know, so Miss Song San just wants to keep to herself in the palace, and she doesn't want to be involved in foreign affairs. ”

Speaking of the words "keep oneself in peace", Meng Zhaoyan obviously accentuated his tone, but the Song Painting Temple, whose soul had lost three points, could not hear it.

She only said that her sister made her mind clear to herself, and she also made it clear to Meng Zhaoyan, Meng Zhaoyan agreed to talk to her sister, thinking that everyone was happy and silent, but suddenly a sharp turn was born, and Song Huaci's brain really couldn't turn around.

"Impossible! My sister obviously told me that she has a love for you, but she has been wishful thinking for many years, and you don't even look at her, why is this relationship gone! The Song Painting Ancestral Hall said urgently.

Meng Zhaoyan is still faint and extraordinary, "The ancestral hall also said that it has been wishful thinking for many years, and over the years, the feelings are weak, which is a common thing, just like the husband and wife should be newlyweds, and after many years, there is no fun." The same is true for Miss Song San. ”

He stroked his sleeve, "And before that, I had never had the slightest wish with Miss Song San, and it was normal for Miss Song San to think about giving up by herself." ”

Meng Zhaoyan is indeed right, the most indefatigable thing about feelings is time. She attended the man's wedding in despair, and once she came to this place, she didn't care much about that person for a long time.

The things that I have experienced are the most irrefutable.

But the Song Painting Temple didn't believe it.

"I still feel weird, what the hell did my sister tell you?" Before Meng Zhaoyan could speak, she said again, "No, I have to ask my sister in person, but I can't let you fool me!" ”

As he spoke, the Song Painting Temple glanced at Meng Zhaoyan, and the distrust in his eyes made Meng Zhaoyan feel funny.

"Okay, ancestral hall, then you can ask yourself, see what Miss Song San said, but it's not too late to go, I just came out of the pavilion, and the medicine I cooked for you is almost good, Imperial Doctor Lu instructed you to drink it regularly, it's not too late for you to drink the medicine again, how about it?"

Although she was suspicious in her heart, it was not good to disobey Meng Zhaoyan's kindness, so she nodded and promised, but her face was still confused and dazed.

Meng Zhaoyan's hand holding his sleeve loosened, his eyes slowly darkened, he stroked the folds on his sleeve, lowered his eyes and said softly, "Let's go." ”

Song Huaci was one step ahead this time, and what she was still thinking about was what Song Qiaoshu had said to herself before.

On one side is Song Qiaoshu's lovely tearful face, and on the other hand, Meng Zhaoyan's firm eyebrows and eyes that make people undoubted, she is really entangled.

Meng Zhaoyan was half a step behind, his hand gestured in the air, and a black shadow passed over the beam, so fast that people thought it was an illusion.

Xiyue in the Huiyan Pavilion looked like she had woken up, and when she saw the Song Painting Temple coming, she immediately knelt down and cried: "The slave Xiyue is not doing her job well and has not taken good care of the princess, please punish the prince and the princess!" ”

Song Huaci turned his head and faced Meng Zhaoyan's face behind him.

Meng Zhaoyan rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly: "That's it, get up, I can't blame you for this matter, be more careful in the future." ”

Song Huaci will definitely help Xiyue intercede, Meng Zhaoyan is actually angry when he thinks of this, but he can't bear the eyes of Song Huaci looking at him, so he is helpless.

Song Painting Temple and Xiyue were both happy, Xiyue hurriedly stood up and said, "Thank you, Lord Wang!" ”

As soon as Meng Zhaoyan raised his head, Xiyue understood, and said, "Thank you princess too!" ”

"Thank me for what?" The Song Painting Temple is strange.

Xiyue smiled: "If it weren't for the princess, how could the prince easily forgive Xiyue?" ”

Song Huaci sneered, and didn't answer this conversation, and said busily: "Then I'll drink medicine." ”

Xiyue slowly subdued herself and said, "Yes, the slave will go and serve the medicine." ”

When Xiyue left, Meng Zhaoyan seemed to speak unconsciously, and said, "You go and change your clothes, I don't know where you got the smell, it's strange and unpleasant ......."

Song Huaci raised his shoulder and sniffed it, and said inexplicably: "Really?" Maybe I found some herbs in the pharmacy, so I'm going to change them. ”

Meng Zhaoyan nodded, took the initiative to leave, and said, "Then I'll wait outside." ”

With that, he turned around and left.

Out of the palace gate, Meng Zhaoyan called someone and said, "Call the housekeeper." ”

The man left quickly, Meng Zhaoyan listened to the movement in the room, his fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair and tapped lightly, his face was not shocked, but there was a strange look in his eyes.

The housekeeper came quickly, Meng Zhaoyan retreated, beckoned the housekeeper to the front, whispered a few words, lowered his eyebrows, and his eyes were dark.

The butler didn't react much when he heard this, but only answered yes and hurried away again.

After the butler's figure disappeared behind the door, Xiyue was ordered to enter the palace door, and saw Meng Zhaoyan sitting alone in the house, about to salute, but was stopped by Meng Zhaoyan, pointed to the inner hall, and said, "Go in." ”