Since Song Jiarou made her position clear, she has been running to Song Jiayao every day. is no longer attached to Song Jiaqi and Wang Xi, naturally she can't help but be cold-eyed by the people over there, Song Jiarou is arrogant, and she doesn't take these things in her eyes, but she respects her eldest sister.

Although she has always been pampered by Nangong Jin, she is not a canary kept in a cage, she inherited Nangong Jin's vision, she sees people very thoroughly, and she can see at a glance that Song Jiayao is different from ordinary women and is worth befriending.

Before I knew it, it was late autumn, and the large maple leaves dyed red on the outskirts of the city, and the fallen leaves fell one after another, which made the sweeping servants cry bitterly.

"Eldest sister, eldest sister!" Song Jiarou came with her skirt and stepped on the fallen leaves, the laughter like silver bells echoed in the air, and she heard her voice before seeing her, although she didn't meet the rules, but Song Jiayao was not a thin and polite person, but felt so innocent and cute.

Although Song Jiarou has a soft character in her name, she really looks like a gentle person before she is silent, but she is just inconspicuous. But since I was sick, I may have opened my mind and become more and more flexible. is still the same facial features, but with a different kind of anger, it is very tight.

When Song Jiayao heard this voice, she knew that Song Jiarou was coming, this girl ran to her if she was fine, she was used to it, she knew that her life was not good, and she took care of it, but she didn't expect this girl to rely on her.

After going through so much, Song Jiayao naturally likes naïve people. Song Jiarou's eyes are pure innocence, and she has never done anything out of the ordinary, and Song Jiayao also thinks that she is just a child.

Her heart is already old, her is still dead, and she hasn't opened her eyes to see the world, so she didn't call her mother in person, and she was killed by Song Jiaqi.

Song Jiayao felt an uncontrollable heartache at the thought of his child's broken cry. Maybe reach out to more innocent people. It's going to make her feel better. The people in this deep mansion compound are forced to mature and calculate, and how many people really know what they want?

"Third Miss, but you miss the osmanthus cake again?" Qing'er was already very familiar with Song Jiarou, and when she heard her voice, she knew that this girl was hungry again, so she brought out the freshly made snacks with a smile.

"Sister Qing'er understands me best." Song Jiarou walked closer, still a little panting, but she also sat down with a smile on her skirt and ate unceremoniously.

"Be careful of choking." Song Jiayao smiled helplessly, only thinking that Song Jiarou's temperament was also rare and straightforward, and she came to her every day to rub snacks, and she didn't know what she was doing.

The two talked for a while, and they were already three shots a day. Song Jiayao has been inexplicably sleepy these days, and she has to take a nap at noon. After a simple lunch, Song Jiarou had a small bed in Zhuyuan specially used for her to take a nap, and Song Jiarou also came with Song Jiayao.

When I woke up, the sun was not so strong. Song Jiayao became interested, and personally polished the ink to paint this bamboo garden.

The master in the bamboo garden is also inevitably unable to avoid the autumn wind, and the bamboo leaves have fallen to the ground, and even some yellow. But Song Jiayao also felt that there was something poetic, so she didn't let them all sweep cleanly, which was also embarrassing.

On the other hand, on the other hand, Wang Xi was shouting and screaming, so that the sweeping servants could not stop for a moment, and they could not see a single fallen leaf. Counting Wang Xi's age, it is not young, but Song Feng is not at home all the year round, and he has no intention of taking a concubine, so he has spoiled her for so many years.

Wang Xi cares about his appearance, every time he sees fallen leaves, he has to be sad and sad, feeling that he is a yellow flower at sunset, for fear that he will fall out of favor one day.

She didn't know. At this age, all Song Feng wants is stability. After so many years of fighting, seeing that it is about to come to the time to return to his hometown, where is he still thinking about taking a concubine, and living a dull life is already the greatest comfort for him.

Song Jiayao is in the age of youth, so naturally she does not shy away from these, but asks the people below to be grateful. Although autumn is said to be crisp, autumn is very dry, and it is inevitable that it will be uncomfortable to stay outside for a long time. What's more, in autumn, the wind is blowing, and the fallen leaves can be swept clean, which is not relaxing for a moment, and it is very tiring.

Song Jiayao was naturally reluctant to enslave them, and she just did it, but now she feels very eye-catching when she looks at it, which makes people poetic.

Song Jiayao doesn't believe that those women are virtuous if they are not talented, but they just read some books and five classics every day to enrich themselves, and they can be regarded as a talented woman. Although the painting skills are not shocking, they are also excellent.

Between the strokes and the sketches, and between the sketches and the sketches, a smart picture of the autumn sunset leaves jumped on the paper, attracting Song Jiarou's applause.

Although she is not very good at drawing, Nangong Jin is also a good painter. Haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? After looking at Nangong Jin's paintings for a long time, I can naturally see the level.

Song Jiayao smiled lightly, and finally ordered a smart butterfly. Dancing among the fallen leaves, you can't see it if you don't look closely. But when I looked closely, I found this mystery.

"The eldest sister's painting skills are the best Jia Rou has ever seen!" Song Jiarou did not hesitate to praise herself, but Song Jiayao was a little embarrassed. It's just a painting made on a whim, but it was so praised by his own little sister. Although Song Jiarou didn't see much of the famous masterpieces, it was enough to make Song Jiayao ashamed.

In the final analysis, she is just a boudoir woman, she can only paint some real scenes, depict some danqing, but she is the least integrated with mountains and rivers, and she only feels that she is really not worthy of praise.

While several people were laughing and entertaining, Song Anguo sat in a special private room in the teahouse and chatted with Nangong Jin.

"I heard that the emperor is going to be elected." Song Anguo drank a glass of wine, but suddenly provoked the conversation.

That's what it means, it's been the practice in previous years. A few years ago, due to natural disasters, it was shelved for a few years. It's time to get in on a new person. Nangong Jin raised her eyebrows, but she didn't hide it.

Song Anguo pondered for a moment, and there was still a lingering sadness between his eyebrows. He was always worried about Song Jiayao. Although he made an oath, his strength was still too small to protect her.

"Can the General's Mansion be eligible?"

"Of course, there is, but if you don't want to ......"

"I'm tired of the Hou Ye giving the General's Mansion two places." Song Anguo thought differently from Nangong Jin, and took the initiative to ask for the quota.

"You intend to let her into the palace?" Nangong Jin was taken aback, Song Jiayao was not like a smart woman who would be willing to enter the palace and be imprisoned, if she entered the palace, it would be like a bird with its wings tied.

Song Anguo shook his head. "It all depends on what she means." ”

Nangong Jin breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, he didn't want Song Jiayao to enter the palace. On the one hand, it is because I feel that such a female character should not be confined in the deep palace. On the other hand, it is the throbbing emotion from the bottom of my heart.

Nangong Jin was born cold-blooded, and that tender side may not have been stimulated yet, not to mention that his sister died early in this life, and he is thinner and doesn't know the feeling of love. So much so that the heart is moved but unaware.

Song Anguo sighed faintly again, thinking that he would go back tonight and discuss it with Song Jiayao. He knew that Song Jiayao should not want to enter the palace, but these two places were not for her.

With this in mind, the two analyzed the current situation and decided on some things before they started chatting.

The contact at the border has made the two fully understand each other, and even have some meaning of seeing each other late.

Nangong Jin has a vicious eye, has a solid foundation in Luoyang City, has hidden power that the emperor doesn't know, and has an underground intelligence network that he has dug up, and the information he collects can't even be compared to Jinyiwei.

If the emperor knows, he is afraid that he will be greedy again. Thinking of the emperor's greedy appearance, Nangong Jin was also very disdainful.

This person, once he sits in that position, no matter how pure his pure heart is, he will turn black. How many generations this dragon chair has been inherited, but how much blood is behind it is also waiting to be revealed.

Nangong Jin wanted that position. If it is justified, it needs to be planned well, and if it is not justified, it will be easy for Nangong Jin to go through the motions.

Song Anguo has always known that Nangong Jin is terrible, since he dares to show these things, there are naturally other hole cards behind him, so Song Anguo also secretly gasped, and felt that he was right to befriend Nangong Jin.

And Song Anguo always has a lot of novelty that brings him different kinds of surprises, Nangong Jin is used to boring days, and naturally likes to pursue exciting things.

When Song Anguo knocked on Song Jiayao's door late at night, Song Jiayao was sleeping soundly. He ate a lot of wine and food tonight, and talked a lot about the current situation with Nangong Jin, knowing that he shouldn't come to disturb her so late, but he felt that this matter couldn't be delayed, so he hesitated again and again, but he still came.

Song Jiayao came to the door rubbing her sleepy eyes and said, "Brother, what's the matter with coming so late?" ”

Song Anguo looked at Song Jiayao's sleepy appearance, and suddenly felt a little annoyed that he was confused, which disturbed Song Jiayao's dream.

"It's about the palace."

When Song Jiayao was sober, Song Anguo said. This matter must not be sloppy, and it is necessary to discuss it with Song Jiayao.

"What's wrong?" Song Jiayao is a little unclear, so most of the things in the palace are about the court. It shouldn't have anything to do with her as a little girl.

"The emperor is going to have a general election recently, and each family has to elect a woman of appropriate age to pass, are you interested?" Song Anguo asked her, but she already had the answer in her heart.

Song Jiayao thought about it carefully, she really couldn't enter the palace, and what was the life in the palace? And what is waiting for him in the palace, all of this is unknown, or none of this has happened yet, but it has really been in Song Jiayao's mind, "What is the benefit of entering the palace?" ”