Chapter 783: Is It Enough?

"How dare I be dissatisfied with your wife?" Song Nianqing's eyes rolled and said delicately.

Hongyan was stunned by Song Nianqing's words, and was stopped by Song Nianqing just as he wanted to fight back: "Hongyan, you go out first." ”

As soon as the red smoke went out, Song Nianqing got off the bed and sat next to Song Xinyi, where was she still a little sick.

"Sister, I'm not waiting to see you, it's just that you came to see me today, didn't you bring anything?" Song Nianqing glanced at Song Xinyi, full of disdain.

"Song Nianqing, do you know where Ziyan was taken?" Song Xinyi didn't go around in circles with Song Nianqing anymore, she just wanted to know the answer.

"Then it depends on whether my sister is sincere or not."

Song Xinyi took a deep breath, took out the money bag that had been prepared a long time ago from her arms and threw it to Song Nianqing: "One hundred taels, is it enough?" ”

"Sister, you send Hanako, it seems that the purple smoke is nothing more than that." Song Nianqing took the silver bag in her hand and turned it upside down, sneering.

"Add another hundred taels, and there will be no more." Song Xinyi took out another purse, which contained the silver taels prepared in advance.

Song Nianqing put away the two purses, walked up to Song Xinyi, and bent down to look into her eyes: "Sister, since you are so generous, then I will tell you." ”

After saying that, Song Xinyi was waiting for Song Nianqing to tell the whereabouts of Ziyan, but she saw Song Nianqing fall backwards, and she hurriedly grabbed her sleeve.

Hearing the sound of tearing sleeves, Song Nianqing fell heavily to the ground.

"Someone's coming." Song Nianqing shouted weakly.

Song Xinyi was stunned with the torn sleeves in her hand.

Feelings: Song Nianqing didn't plan to tell herself the whereabouts of Ziyan at all, but used this to trick herself?

Song Xinyi smiled, the corners of her mouth slowly raised, and she bent down to pull Song Nianqing up.

Unexpectedly, Song Nianqing was like seeing a ghost, and kept retreating, and blood slowly flowed from his waist and abdomen.

The servants of the He Mansion quickly rushed in, and the maid helped Song Nianqing up.

Song Xinyi, who was surrounded by everyone, was not afraid at all, took the handkerchief handed by the red cigarette and wiped her hands.

"Song Xinyi, I didn't expect that you would still want to kill people!" Song Nianqing pretended to grit her teeth and pointed at Song Xinyi and scolded.

"Sister, are you too comfortable to live too much, so you think everyone wants to harm you? Or rather. Song Xinyi paused deliberately before saying the next sentence: "Are you just pretending?" ”

"How could I joke with my body! Obviously, it was you Song Xinyi who poisoned me and couldn't kill me in the palace, and now she came to Hefu to murder me. ”

Everyone in the house listened to Song Nianqing's words and expressed sympathy for her.

Although they were not present in the palace and did not see Song Xinyi stabbing Song Nianqing with her own hands, but looking at Song Nianqing's tearful appearance, they actually believed it.

For a while, everyone looked at Song Xinyi with different eyes, and even impulsive people wanted to step forward and take down Song Xinyi.

"Is this how you Hefu treats guests?" Song Xinyi shouted angrily and drank the servant who stepped forward to retreat.

Soon, the little maid in Song Nianqing's courtyard told Mrs. He about it, and the latter hurried over.

Now Song Xinyi is still carrying the case in the palace, no matter how Mrs. Hu He is, she will not let Song Xinyi have an accident at home.

Otherwise, when I turn around and explain to Your Majesty, I am afraid that I will not be able to explain clearly.

As soon as she saw Mrs. He coming, Song Nianqing's aggrieved eyes immediately filled with tears, and she pulled Mrs. He's sleeve and cried that Song Xinyi was trying to kill her.

"Okay, okay, it's a little wife, why don't you have a little upbringing." Mrs. He pulled her sleeve back and shook the tears on her sleeve in disgust.

Song Xinyi is neither humble nor arrogant, like Mrs. He said hello. Pen in Chinese

"Second Mrs. Hu, it's not that I'm hard for you today, it's just that now that something has happened, I wonder if you can tell me the specific details?"

Mrs. He had a good impression of Song Xinyi, but she didn't think she would do what Song Nianqing said.

Song Xinyi told Mrs. He the truth of the matter, and at the end she wiped a handful of tears that did not exist in the corners of her eyes: "That's the matter, you know it, I don't have the heart to hurt me at all." ”

Who wouldn't pretend to be pitiful, Song Xinyi peeked at Song Nianqing's stunned face, and her mood suddenly improved.

When the little maid in the house heard Song Xinyi say this, they also began to wonder if this incident was directed and acted by Song Nianqing, and blamed Song Xinyi for the crime.

Song Nianqing saw that the situation was not right, and immediately pointed to his waist and abdomen and said, "Big lady, look, the blood stains on my body can't be faked!" You don't have to listen to Song Xinyi's slut nonsense! ”

Mrs. He glanced at Song Nianqing's so-called wound and sighed invisibly.

On that day, Song Nianqing was carried back, covered in blood, which was really scary, and Mrs. He thought she wouldn't be able to survive that day.

As a result, she was raised, and she was fine.

This made Mrs. He, who had planned to find relatives for He Yu again, very unhappy.

Now seeing that her injuries are serious, Mrs. He has no pity in her eyes, she only feels annoying.

"Okay, I'll ask the maid to ask for a doctor, you lie down." After Mrs. He finished speaking, she pulled Song Xinyi away.

Song Nianqing failed to frame him, but in exchange for Mrs. He's indifference to herself, she angrily hammered the bed in the house.

Who knew that just after two hammers, the wound was touched, and the pain came back to life.

Mrs. He took Song Xinyi all the way to the front yard.

"Second Mrs. Hu, I know something happened to you recently, but I advise you to have less contact with Song Nianqing, her heart is very bad."

Mrs. He took Song Xinyi's hand and patted it.

"I know, it's just that my maid Ziyan is missing, and now only Song Nianqing knows the clue, I have no choice but to come to her."

Song Xinyi sighed and told Mrs. He about her concerns.

"But the maid who was always dressed in purple at that time?" Mrs. He asked, "I went out a few days ago and saw her on the street, how could she be gone?" ”

"What?" As soon as she heard the news of Ziyan, Song Xinyi immediately asked, "On which street?" ”

"On the street of Fuhuaxuan, I saw that she seemed to be carrying something to Fuhuaxuan."

Mrs. He told Song Xinyi about the scene of that day.

"This hairpin, eight hundred taels." Fuhuaxuan's little servant glanced at Wang Yan and said with a little disdain.

The maid beside Wang Yan saw the attitude of the little maid, and was about to help Wang Yan teach him a lesson.

"That's it." Wang Yan put the hairpin back on the table and said coldly.

As soon as Wang Yan entered Fuhuaxuan today, the little girl greeted her warmly.

I didn't know that Wang Yan looked left and right, and after watching for a full hour, she didn't choose what to buy.

The mouth introduced by the little guy was almost dry, and he only felt that this Wang Yan was a shy person, and his attitude was arrogant.

Fuhuaxuan is one of the best gold and silver jewelry stores in the imperial city, and ordinary people can't afford to spend it at all, so the official wives come to buy it from time to time.

If she didn't think that Wang Yan couldn't afford it, the little girl wouldn't dare to play a face with her.

Now that she heard that Wang Yan wanted to buy it, the little girl immediately smiled on her face and took down the hairpin and wrapped it.

"Sister-in-law?"