An Yu handed the bowl to Xinyu and wiped her mouth with a silk: "Why are you talking nonsense, what are you talking about?" ”

The little girl listened to An Yu's words, and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Mrs. Don't be angry, this matter is all caused by Master Ling in the first place, but it has nothing to do with my master." ”

An Yu raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at the little girl lying on the ground and sighed.

Xinyu stepped forward and pulled up the back collar of the little girl, so that people had to raise their heads: "Mrs. is not angry, let you say it again, and you will explain it carefully." ”

The little girl blinked her eyes, and after a cautious look at An Yu, she said: "Back to Mrs. Lin's words, that Ling's aunt Mother Lin is in the kitchen as an errand and housekeeper, and several times the master of the heart went to call for food, but he couldn't call for a long time, and when he called for dinner tonight, the master said that he wanted to eat a chanterelle roll, but Mother Lin directly replied to us without a word." ”

An Yu bowed: "And then?" ”

The little girl's eyes purred twice, and she muttered: "Then the heart master asked us to ask again, who knew that Master Ling was also beside Wenmo, and told us at that time that this kitchen belonged to their master, and if Master Ling wanted to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, the master of the heart had to ask Master Ling first if he wanted to eat meat." ”

Bishuang chirped: "What kind of cheap thing, dare to speak so presumptuously, there is really no one." ”

An Yu raised her eyebrows and smiled: "It's really their family, after all, it's her aunt who is in charge, isn't it?" ”

After hearing this, Xinyu and Bishuang were stunned.

There was already anger on the rain in the center, and he said: "Madam, this is too unreasonable, why don't you call that Mother Lin and Linglong to ask carefully?" ”

An Yu turned her head and said with a smile to Bishuang: "When I order dinner tonight, I will ask for a chicken fat roll to be sent to Xinyi, let her endure it, after all, that is the person who has served her grandmother, and Mother Lin has the housekeeper of the Song Mansion behind her as a backer, and I will give you three points of thin noodles." ”

Xinyu saw that An Yu didn't adopt her opinion at all, and couldn't help but be a little anxious: "Madam, this ......"

An Yu raised her hand so that Xinyu didn't say any more, and only let the kneeling little girl leave here.

There were no outsiders in the pavilion for a while, and An Yu raised her head and smiled with Xinyu: "What's the hurry, you call someone over now and say a few words, this tumor can go?" ”

After hearing this, Xinyu frowned: "What does the wife mean?" ”

An Yu took out a grape from the fruit box on the stone table, and said with a smile: "Ignore these, go and ask your husband what you want to eat, call for rice, I will also rest and go back to the courtyard." ”

Xinyu hurriedly beckoned the little girls to come over and pack up their things, and said, "My master went out today, and he hasn't returned yet." ”

An Yu just got up, and when she heard this, she was stunned for a moment: "Where did you go?" ”

Xinyu shook his head: "I didn't say anything, I went out without saying anything." ”

An Yu frowned and said in a low voice: "On such a hot day, there are injuries on my body...... Go find the lyre and ask where the people have gone? ”

Xinyu responded, explained to the little girl, and walked with Bishuang to Anyu to the flounder courtyard.

After arriving at the plaice courtyard, Bishuang and Xinyu waited for An Yu to change her clothes, and An Yu loosely draped her clothes and sat at the table and remembered the matter of Princess Wenle.

She really wanted to use Princess Bunraku's power to help her debunk the current rumors, but she had to think carefully about the consequences of writing this letter.

An Yu looked at the pen on the shelf, picked up the ink in her hand, and spun around on the inkstone for a while, what if she wrote a letter and only showed it to Princess Wenle once, then destroyed it?

But is this really possible?

The ink has been polished, An Yu sighed, raised her hand and picked up the pen and dipped it gently, but there was no way to write a word with peace of mind.

Just as An Yu finished writing the word Yunzhi, she heard a familiar voice sound: "Are you making poems?" ”

When An Yu heard this, the pen in her hand shook, and a drop of ink fell, staining the word "zhi", only clouds.

She turned her head slightly and looked at Song You who walked in from behind the screen, her eyebrows frowning slightly: "I didn't make poems, I was thinking, how to be a person." ”

When Song You heard this, he touched his nose, walked over to An Yu, and replied with a smile: "What is there to learn from being a man, people are born to be human beings, God has given life, parents have raised them, respect teachers, and you can be a human being without violating your heart!" ”

He had walked up to her, looked down at the words written on the rice paper, smiled on his face, and picked up the fluttering paper.

An Yu hung her head, didn't speak, and sighed inaudibly, she shouldn't have written.

After a long time, Song You put the paper on the table from the beginning: "You...... Do you want to write a letter with Yunyuki? ”

An Yu shook her head: "No." ”

Song You's hand was gently placed on An Yu's shoulder: "Actually, if you write, it won't be good, after all, Yun Zhi ......"

Before he finished his words, he was held tightly by An Yu's hand, and he also felt the stickiness in his palm.

She frowned and withdrew her hand, only to see bright red blood in her palm.

An Yu looked at it, only to see blood flowing from his sleeve, and hurriedly stood up: "Your injury!" ”

Song You frowned, and at this time she saw that Song You's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were empty.

An Yu hugged Song You: "What did you do when you went out today?" Why is this happening? The wound is open again? Or is it a new injury? ”

Song You was helped to the couch by An You, but the moment she turned around and went out, Song You firmly grabbed her hand: "It's the old wound that has cracked again." Mengwen, you don't have to worry about the rumors in the capital, it was An Wan who united with Wen Yuge's proprietress to do it, I have already caught the poisoned villain from the Zuiyue Building, he is the Lian family of Wen Yuge Shaodong, I sent him to Shuntian Mansion, you ......"

When An Yu heard this, she hurriedly went over and hugged Song You, she couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, and warm tears had overflowed from her eyes.

Sensing that An Yu was crying, Song You looked down at An Yu's tearful eyes, and said softly: "Don't cry, I just got an old injury when I fought with him, and if there is no new injury, I will die." ”

After hearing this, An Yu choked up and said, "You fool." ”

She sat down weakly on the low stool next to her, hugged his waist, and nestled in his arms.

Song You's hand gently slid through her silky hair, and laughed in a low voice: "Anyway, you can't die now, you can't become a widow, it's true that as the eldest brother said, I am a scourge, and I can't die for 1,800 years." ”

When An Yu raised her head and wanted to say something, Xinyu walked in outside: "Mrs., master, ...... tonight"

The words were stuck there, and he couldn't continue, Xin Yudeng's face turned red and he didn't look at the two again.

An Yu sat on a low stool on the edge of the couch, sitting between Song You's legs, her face buried in it, and Song You's face was flushed.

This picture is a bit too overwhelming.

Xinyu opened her mouth, and finally ran out with her skirt: "Minion...... Come back later. ”

An Yu turned her head to look outside: "What's wrong with this girl, I still have to call her ......"

Song You saw that An Yu was about to get up and walk towards the door, and his hand tightened: "What do you tell her to do, you help me with medicine." ”

An Yu glanced at the blood stained on her hands, nodded hurriedly, and took the medicine to give Song You medicine.

Song You was conscious, he had already peeled off his clothes, revealing his tight muscles, An Yu looked at the wound on his back, frowned, turned his head and went to the side to take a white soft cloth and soak it in water, before coming over to wipe the blood off him.

Song You frowned tightly and didn't cry out in pain.

The tears in An Yu's eyes involuntarily fell again, and she only murmured: "Thank you, I didn't want to write to Yunzhi today." ”

His eyebrows moved slightly, and he lowered his head again: "Actually, it's ...... to write."

He couldn't say the word "okay".

How could it be okay?

He clearly minded so much in his heart.

Obviously fainted with fear, and breathless with jealousy.

An Yu behind her said softly: "I went to ask Princess Wenle to help me check the people in the palace, Your Highness, she asked me to write to Yunzhi and ask him to return to Beijing quickly, but Song You, I can't do it......"

As she spoke, her hands were applying ointment to him, and her fingertips were a little quivering and a little cold.

Song You looked up, he wanted to look back at An Yu and ask her why she couldn't do it.

Is it because I still love him in my heart, or because I feel that I can't do it for him.

But in the end, he couldn't ask, only nodded lightly, and said, "I don't know when Your Highness fell in love with that kid." ”

An You's hand slowly helped Song You wrap the white cloth, and after listening to Song You say such a sentence for a long time, she actually reached out and hugged Song You's waist, and gently leaned her head on his shoulder: "Song You, thank you, you have helped me a lot." ”

Song You sighed lightly, held An Yu's hand, and looked behind him slightly: "You are confused, husband and wife are one, you have something, I must protect you." ”

Her heart fluttered, and a thousand words were spoken at a time, but they only turned into an answer.

He couldn't help but turn around and gently cupped An Yu's face with both hands.

The bright eyes looked at her misty eyes, and said softly: "You are my knotted wife, the person who has accompanied Song Mou all his life." ”

She raised her hand and held Song You's hand, rubbed it twice, but tears still fell from her eyes, she had never felt more at ease than at this moment, just like a leaf of duckweed finally found a place to live and had a strong sense of belonging.

The month has risen.

Whether she can really rely on the man in front of her, she doesn't know, but she knows that today's entanglement in her heart brought by Song Si is Song You, but Song You desperately bought peace for her.

Song You saw that An Yu was still crying, and reached out to gently wipe away the tears next to An Yu's eyes, and only said, "Don't cry, why are you crying so many times today?" ”

An Yu shook her head and didn't speak, reached out and hugged Song You, leaning on Song You's solid texture.

Song You lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms and asked, "What else is worrying about?" ”

She answered in a muffled voice, with some grievances.

Song You frowned: "What's the matter?" ”

An Yu sniffed, remembered the jar of Zhenshi Yurong Paste that Qiu Yu had damaged, cried even more, and cried breathlessly: "The jar of face wiping paste made for Zhao Guifei can't be used, and I have to take a hundred taels of gold from the new gold to beat the gold powder, and I will die!" ”