Qin Shihao turned the wrench on the thumb of his right hand, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

At the beginning, I felt that my uncle's death was a little strange, and it was not a big deal for this imperial relative to return to the West Heaven, but this imperial uncle who did not change his name.

The people around him actually begged the king to bring Qin Shihao's bones back to Yan Kingdom, and the most suspicious thing was that they chose to be cremated, and set off all the way north with only some ashes.

And his father nodded in agreement, and ignored it, but Qin Shihao was a little surprised, plus when he saw Han Yue in the Tingwei Mansion a few days ago, he knew that this matter was not so simple.

"What strange men did you see in the Tingwei Mansion?" Qin Shihao's eyebrows were slightly raised, he thought about it, and turned to look at Tingting behind him.

I saw this Tingting's eyes look to the upper right for a long time, thought about it, and shook her head.

"Where does the cold moon go on weekdays?" Facing Qin Shihao's question, Tingting's brain was running rapidly, recalling, but she did know less about the traces of the cold moon, only knowing that he was three o'clock every day, his bedroom, Song Yun's bedroom and outside the house.

After all, Han Yue's identity is the guard next to Song Yun, and everyone doesn't dare to stop him when they see him go out of the mansion, but Tingting is different, it's just that the people in the mansion are still newcomers, and they are not familiar with the place, so they can only silently watch Han Yue go out.

But every night, when Hanyue came back, she would take some pastries in her hand and send them to Song Yun's room, I am afraid that this eldest lady likes to eat snacks and pastries outside the house.

It stands to reason that the food in Tingwei's Mansion is much stronger than in other places, and Song Yun shouldn't be entangled in the pastries outside every day, if he really likes it, according to the power of Tingweifu, please come back, so why bother?

Layers of mysteries covered Qin Shihao's eyes, making him puzzled.

After thinking about it, Qin Shihao said: "It's not too early, you go back first, continue to observe, especially pay attention to this cold moon, if there is any wind and grass to report at any time, I will personally go to investigate the situation tomorrow." ”

With that, Tingting leaned over, and hurried back to the house while no one was discovered.

Warm incense dock.

"I said Hanyue, you send this meat bun to your master every day, why don't you know to bring me one? Besides, is this meat bun so delicious? Song Yun opened the door for Han Yue and stared at the oil paper in his hand for a long time.

I don't remember when this cold moon would send a meat bun to Qin Jingnan every night, and the fragrance of this meat bun filled the entire room, but these two people were also stingy.

This cold moon only buys one meat bun every day, and Qin Jingnan never says to share, so he goes to the desk on the side with the meat bun and eats while reading.

In the past, what he hated most was eating while reading a book, saying that it would stain the book and tarnish the fruits of the labor of his ancestors, but he ate rose cake by himself, and he ate meat buns by himself.

This person is really a double standard. Sure enough, after a while, a strong smell of buns wafted from the desk, Song Yun couldn't help but swallow his saliva, he had just eaten, how could he smell this smell and suddenly be hungry?

Thinking about it, he licked his dry lips, rubbed his indisputable lower abdomen, flattened his mouth, and walked away towards Qin Jingnan.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Qin Jingnan suddenly closed the book in his hand. The snap startled Song Yun, thinking that something big had happened, and hurriedly patted his little liver.

"Scared me to death, isn't it just a bun, as for it, stingy!" As he spoke, he turned around and walked away, Qin Jingnan squinted his eyes and secretly observed a group of Song Yun, and an imperceptible smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

I saw him stretch out his finger and hook it towards Han Yue, Han Yue hurriedly understood the meaning of his master, hurriedly stepped forward, listened with his ear, Qin Jingnan said a few words, Han Yue was stunned at first, and then raised his head to look at Song Yun who was angry not far away, and nodded.

"Now that this king lives here, naturally he will not eat and drink for nothing, and from tomorrow, this meat bun will bring you a copy." Qin Jingnan said, then raised his head, with a proud face, picked up the bun in his hand and ate it.

Song Yun cut it on the side, isn't it just a meat bun, it seems that he gives Song Yun a golden bun every day, which is not uncommon, thinking about it, Song Yun didn't pay attention to the two of them anymore, and began to freshen up after Hanyue went out.

Qin Jingnan, who was on the side, put down the book in his hand and stared at Song Yun sitting in front of the bronze mirror for a long time, only to see that she smeared a bottle of white powdered ointment on her face, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but hiss.

"Don't you want to heal your scar?" Although Qin Jingnan had doubts in his heart, he didn't want to show it in front of Song Yun anymore, so he said lightly.

At this time, Song Yun was still angry with Qin Jingnan, this guy who thought he was stingy, so he ignored him, so he didn't say a word, and when he saw Qin Jingnan walking towards him, he blew out the candlestick in front of him in one go, and the room was suddenly shrouded in darkness.

"You...... I don't know what to do! Qin Jingnan said, then threw off his wide sleeves, snorted coldly, and walked towards his soft collapse, tossing and turning, holding his arm and sulking secretly.

And Song Yun was a lot happier because of the revenge just now, with a happy smile on his face, sample, you are still fighting with me, it is really tender.

Thinking about it, he took off the hair ornaments on his head one by one, walked to the hard couch in the dark, and lay down steadily.

Early the next morning, I heard a knock at the door, Song Yun rubbed his sleepy eyes, and thought that Lotus had come to find him so early, so he opened the door and saw that it was a strange woman standing in front of him.

The woman looked a little familiar, but Song Yun just couldn't remember who she was, scratched her head, and remembered for a long time, the woman in front of her saw the burns on Song Yun's face, she was stunned for a moment, and then opened her mouth with a smile.

"Miss, the lord and the lady asked me to call you to the front yard for dinner." The woman made a gesture at Song Yun, but her eyes secretly looked towards Song Yun's room.

This Song Yun's hard couch is facing the door, and the woman in front of her only sees a messy futon on this hard couch.

Just thinking about it, Song Yun seemed to notice the strangeness in her eyes, subconsciously turned her head sideways, and saw that the door of her room was not closed, so she said, "I know, you go down first." ”

As he spoke, he didn't give the woman in front of him a chance, he closed his door firmly, washed up briefly, gently stroked the scars on his face, put on his veil again, and walked out towards the front yard.