Jimo gave up the light teapot, dragged the popular large teapot of the Great Zhou Dynasty, slipped into the room step by step, forced a smile and saluted, and quickly fled from the two who had the wrong atmosphere.

Yin Le took the teaspoon, scooped out a bowl of hot tea, and put it in front of Song Yu.

"Where do we start?" The girl didn't have too much emotion between her eyebrows, she scooped herself a spoon and set the cup aside.

"Looking at the appearance of the eldest sister of the Song family, she is just a girl." She said, "If my guess is correct, Miss Song deliberately jumped in front of you." ”

Song Yu stared at her and looked up at her in disbelief.

The corners of Yin Le's mouth pursed slightly, raised his hand and dipped it in tea, and smeared it on the table: "Master's position happened to be directly below the window of the Song family, Miss Song probably waited in front of the window for a long time, and suddenly jumped down when the master passed by." ”

"I asked someone to inquire, and in the past few days, someone did see a woman sitting in front of the window of the Song family, barely making any other movements, just looking down dementedly."

"After the eldest girl of the Song family jumped off the building, the maid slave was quickly dealt with by the Song family, and it is said that because of the unfavorable work, the eldest sister could not be seen."

Yin Le wiped off the water stains: "It's no wonder, when the master doesn't do anything, just sits in front of the window for a long time, no one would have thought that she would suddenly fall down." ”

What's more, it's a crazy woman.

She looked up at Song Yu, and when she saw that he didn't say a word, her tone became cold: "It wasn't the master who killed Miss Song, it was her choice to seek death." ”

"I don't understand." Song Yu sighed lightly, "Why did she jump?" ”

"I'm a woman with her, and I probably know better about that." Yin Le said, "I just want to see what my child looks like now." ”

She stretched out her hand and caught the porcelain cup in Song Yu's hand steadily: "Master, if she hadn't given birth to you, I'm afraid she would have cut herself more than ten years ago." ”

"You just gave her a hope for seventeen years, and death was inevitable for her." She sat calmly beside Song Yu.

"She doesn't mean anything to me... I'm thinking......" Finally, Song Yu said what was in his heart, "I slaughtered the Song family in my previous life, will there be her among them?" ”

The moment his biological mother fell in front of him, Song Yu did not feel great sadness after the initial shock. His mother was nothing more than a code name for him most of the time, and he thought she was dead early, so he never took it to heart.

But when he discovers that his mother was alive, he suddenly discovers something. In his previous life, before he died, he overthrew Song Xuangan and sent dozens of members of the Song family to Huangquan Road.

In the meantime, will you have your own biological mother?

"Master, don't worry." Yin Le's voice sounded again, "In my previous life, when I learned that the Song family was the mastermind, I had planned to infiltrate the Song family and kill Song Xuangan. ”

"For this reason, I have asked many things from the spies." She drank a cup of tea, "I got a very interesting piece of news. ”

"One year, when the champion was paraded on the street, a person from the Song family died."

Song Yu raised his head and looked at Yin Le. And Yin Le also held his head in his hands, and continued for a long time: "It was suicide by taking poison, and in order to hide people's eyes, the body was thrown directly to the mass grave. ”

"Master." She sighed, "I told you the truth, and I can only assure you that you never sent your mother to a dead end with your own hands. ”

"If the master can think about it, he might as well take this matter as a matter of course, and the eldest girl will see that her child has grown up smoothly, and she will be blinded as a matter of course." She did not offer comfort, but told the truth from beginning to end.

Song Yu pulled the corners of her mouth weakly, and the girl next to her poured herself a cup of tea for herself, sipping softly without saying a word.

Yin Le gets along with people, and completely adheres to the principle of saying things when you see people, and talking about ghosts. If it was someone else at this moment, she wouldn't dare to analyze with him so ruthlessly, and it was precisely because Song Yu was standing in front of her that Yin Le dared to discuss with Song Yu absolutely objectively.

From the beginning of understanding Song Yu as a person, Yin Le knew very clearly that what Song Yu wanted was by no means comfort in a whisper. Being able to calmly analyze when his mood fluctuates greatly is what Song Yu wants most.

Yin Le was not afraid that Song Yu would be annoyed and angry, because she believed that her master could control her.

As she wished, Song Yu played with the tea bowl, and the tea in the cup was dripping, but it was never spilled.

In the end, Song Yu drank all the tea in the cup, shook the porcelain cup and chuckled: "Let Jimo come in and go and re-cook the bowl of tea." ”

"Let him use the teapot, did you instigate it?" He snorted softly and squinted at Yin Le.

Yin Le stuck out his tongue: "When the master is panicking, of course I should be slow and reasonable, and if I can be stable, I will be absolutely stable." ”

"If I use a teapot, I can excuse the spoon because my hands are shaking, right?" Yin Le obediently called Jimo, slumped on the table, raised his head and looked at Song Yu, "Isn't the master sad?" ”

Song Yu chuckled helplessly, stretched out two slender fingers, and pinched Yin Le's cheeks: "Pinch me." ”

"Husband, husband, husband, husband?" Yin Le puffed out his face, and was reluctantly ravaged by Song Yu.

At first, it was just one hand, but later Song Yu even crossed two hands together, ruthlessly ruining Yin Le's entire face with makeup.

"Jimo, get water." After making a mess, Song Yu looked at the flower cat in front of him and called Jimo.

Jimo obediently brought water, and dragged the teapot away.

Song Yu took the handkerchief, dipped it in water, and carefully wiped the medicinal powder off Yin Le's face.

The water-soaked handkerchief was skimmed, and the fine dust that Yin Le had wiped on his face was washed away, and his dull skin was once again shiny.

The delicate face is like a peeled egg, and the face is white and free of moles except for the corners of the eyes. The ink hair, which was slightly scattered because of the clean face, was half-dry and half-wet on his face, and Yin Le opened his ink-like eyes and looked at Song Yu fixedly.

Song Yu finally lost his breath and tapped the tip of Yin Le's nose: "Don't be sad." ”

"Is the emotional master not sad when he sees my face?" Yin Le's face was full of lovelessness, "It turns out that seduction can please the master, what else do I rack my brains to say to the master?" ”

"Ah Le's words are not bad." Song Yu put the handkerchief back in the basin, gathered his sleeves, and curled his lips with a bit of a good mood, "Seeing this flower-like face, I'm afraid it's hard that no one won't feel a little happy." ”

Seeing this, Yin Le couldn't help but bully forward. Before she could say anything, she saw Song Yu, who had originally tilted her head to the side, suddenly turned around.

As soon as he turned his head, Yin Le subconsciously pulled back, only to see if he missed the intersection with his lips.

Song Yuyi stretched out his hand and stabilized Yin Le's uncontrollable body that fell backwards.

"You have a mechanism in the yard?" He asked.