"The saint is tired, Rou'er will beat your shoulders for you." Song Jiarou changed her words, Zhao Yue closed his eyes and enjoyed, the picture of harmony and love between the two was much better than that of Shuifu.

After waiting all morning, Song Anguo didn't wait for Nangong Jin's arrival, the burn on Song Jiayao's forehead gradually decreased, and this joyful news did not release Song Anguo's manic desire to find someone to vent.

Zhang San was hiding on the eaves at the moment and looked embarrassed, the anger emanating from Song Anguo's body, it was better for him not to be easily angered, so as not to cause trouble.

But he couldn't help but angrily reprimand Nangong Jin in his heart for being too angry, he had already sent a book to tell him that Song Jiayao already knew about Zheng Dai, and reminded him to explain it in time......

and Song Jiayao suddenly fell ill, and he also took advantage of this gap to go to the Hou Ye's Mansion, but found that he was empty; entered the palace to find the imperial doctor to diagnose Song Jiayao, but he didn't expect to be stopped by the emperor's big celebrity, Gao Gonggong, and finally invited the imperial doctor, but he couldn't bring the information to Nangong Jin.

However, he firmly believed that Nangong Jin had arranged so many eyeliner in the palace, and he would definitely be able to know about Miss Song for the first time, but he couldn't rush over when he knew, that is, he was entangled by the saint, and he didn't know what difficult tasks he had to carry out.

It's a pity that Thaksin is useless, he said it more like finding an excuse for his master to shirk responsibility, especially Song Anguo is still a well-known sister protector, reasoning with him, it is estimated that he is playing the piano to the cow.

Master Hou, your road to chasing your wife is really full of disasters and difficulties...... Finally, the relationship with Miss Song has been pulled in, and now I am afraid that it is better not to be chased and killed by Song Zhang's envoy with a sword.

"Damn!!" Song Anguo sulked, stood up, and slapped the wall behind him, and the wall instantly had a palm print dented, and the window shook with it, and the people passing by lowered their heads and trotted away quickly.

Qing'er, who wanted to enter the room with warm water, was also taken aback, and almost knocked over all the water in the copper basin, and Zhang San, who was watching the sun on the eaves so as not to touch the scales, also shook several times at this moment, and the tiles on the eaves fell several times.

Song Anguo suddenly walked out of the inside, Qing'er subconsciously took care of the copper basin, stood sideways and let him leave, "Take care of Miss." ”

Qing'er nodded hurriedly, and Song Anguo's figure was gone.

Zhang San jumped down from the eaves at this time, and with Song Anguo's temperament, nine times out of ten, he is now going to settle accounts with Song Anguo.

Although Nangong Jin was annoyed, he really couldn't stand by and watch the matter of the Da'an Dynasty, because this was the agreement he made with Zhao Yue.

As long as he Nangong Jin is alive for a day, he still occupies the position of Marquis of Ping'an for a day, and Zhao Yue is the monarch of the Da'an Dynasty for a day, then he will eradicate the people and things that are unfavorable to the Da'an Dynasty for him.

"Master Hou, Zhang San came to look for you." The housekeeper said respectfully, and Nangong Jin's pace paused slightly and stiffened.

He sent Zhang San to Song Jiayao's side, and he couldn't leave Song Jiayao without his consent, unless...... It's just that now he wants to visit the person who spoils him on the tip of his heart and hurts him on the tip of his heart, and he can't go freely.

Because he didn't want Song Jiayao to be crowned with the title of "disaster to the country and the people"!!

"Butler, pack my bags for me and prepare the horses at the back door." Nangong Jin ordered, after everything was ready, Nangong Jin immediately hurried to Taiyuan Kingdom, after all, Zhao Yue's letter must have already reached the hands of the monarch of Taiyuan Kingdom.

I don't know if Song Anguo and Nangong Jin's birthdays are incompatible, Nangong Jin left with his front foot and drove the horse through the back door, and he broke in through the front door.

The people guarding the door recognized him as Song Zhang's envoy and originally wanted to stop him, but after seeing Song Anguo's fierce appearance, the people guarding the door immediately stood on both sides like wood, turning a deaf ear to Song Anguo's trespass into the Ping'an Marquis' Mansion.

"Nangong Jin, you come out for me, give me Lao Tzu and I'll get out!!" Song Anguo roared, the sound was so loud that the sparrows that stayed on the eaves were shaken away, and the fish in the lotus pond not far away were also frightened by this sound and hurriedly hid under the lotus leaves.

The housekeeper who had just returned from sending Nangong Jin away, after hearing this disrespectful title, couldn't help but wrinkle his whole face, and quickened his pace to the front door to see which unwanted official disciple came to the door.

"Nangong Jin, you bastard, what you say is like a fart!!"

"If you have a kind, come out, if I don't beat you to the ground today, then I will have your surname!!" Song Anguo said ruthlessly, and then passed by a small bridge and knocked down all the precious flowers placed on both sides with his hands.

"Bang dang, bang dang ......" The sound of the flower pot cracking made the housekeeper's heart tremble, and when he saw Nangong Jin's favorite nine-tailed magnolia flower being knocked over by Song Anguo, his whole face turned from blue to gray, gray to white, and finally scolded: "Which young master are you, how can you tolerate your presumptuous here!" ”

"I ......"

"I just want to make the Ping'an Hou Mansion restless, and if he has the ability, Nangong Jin will avoid me like a turtle with a shrunken head!!" Song Anguo said sarcastically, and then gently pushed the white-haired butler in front of him, but had the courage to stop him, to the side.

"Someone, stop him!!" The butler shouted loudly, which angered Song Anguo even more, and Song Anguo pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, and the silver cold light flashed dazzlingly in the sun.

"That's, that's a sword from the Holy Lord!!" The discerning subordinates recognized the five-clawed golden dragon on the scabbard and hilt, and it was rumored that the person who possessed this sword would see him as if he were seeing a saint!!

"Long live my king, long live, long live!!" The subordinates gathered together knelt down towards the sword held by Song Anguo, and the butler who had just been helped up by the subordinates fainted directly after hearing the honorific titles of the subordinates.

Song Anguo sneered, this old man is really funny, and he is out of sight......

Knowing that this sword was a gift from the Holy Emperor, the others did not dare to say anything, and let Song Anguo, who was full of evil spirits, destroy it, and not long after, the Ping'an Marquis Mansion was in a mess, and everything that looked a little valuable was completely destroyed by Song Anguo.

And none of these people in the Hou Ye's mansion dared to say anything, after all, the master was not here, and there was no one who could compete with Song Anguo for the time being......

The old housekeeper finally woke up, but when he saw the Ping'an Hou Mansion in a mess, like a thief ransacking, he rolled his eyes again, and his feet were about to pass out.

"Don't use this trick to cheat you to death!! Otherwise, I will use this sword to make your dreams come true. Song Anguo said nakedly threatening, and the old housekeeper immediately widened his eyes in fright.

"You tell me Nangong Jin, the things in this are all made by the master, Song Anguo, the eldest son of Shuifu, if you are not happy, come to the master!!" Song Anguo said domineeringly, and then the long sword swung, and the stone statue behind the old butler was instantly shattered.

"But...... Master Hou is not here. The old housekeeper wanted to cry without tears, if Nangong Jin came back, he might have to withdraw his position as a housekeeper.

“！！” Feelings, he made such a big fuss here, is he just singing a one-man show!!

"Where did Nangong Jin go?" Song Anguo gritted his teeth and said, the old housekeeper felt that Song Anguo's appearance of Shura was eager to tear him apart!!

"The old slave doesn't know, I sent the Hou Ye out of the back door with my front foot, and you broke in from the front door with your back foot and broke in unreasonably." The old butler complained, but his butt moved back several times on the ground, away from the tip of Song Anguo's sword.

"......" Song Anguo was angry, but he could still guess that Nangong Jin was afraid that he would be overshadowed by Zhao Yue, otherwise he would not have left in a hurry without even looking at Song Jiayao.

Song Anguo glanced at them coldly, then withdrew the long sword from his scabbard, and left the Ping'an Marquis Mansion without looking back, leaving a mess to the old housekeeper to worry about.

At night, Song Jiayao's fever subsided, her consciousness began to return, her eyelids moved, her long eyelashes fanned up and down with the shaking of her eyelids, and her eyes, which were like vast stars, slowly opened, and she looked at the side of the bed like a condition launch, but unfortunately the person she wanted to see didn't see it.

"Miss, how are you? Is it better? Qing'er asked, Song Jiayao's loss completely fell into Qing'er's eyes, but she could only be anxious on the sidelines!!

After all, even Zhang San and Song Anguo didn't say that Ping'an Hou invited them, and her slave was even more powerless.

"Dizziness ......" Song Jiayao said softly, she burned for a day and a night, and she didn't burn her brain, she also thought it was a miracle.

Qing'er immediately stepped forward and put her hands on Song Jiayao's temporal chalves and gently massaged them to help Song Jiayao relieve some uncomfortable symptoms that had not completely subsided after the fever.

"Sorry for worrying you." Song Jiayao said apologetically, although she was unconscious, she heard what all of them said, but she couldn't respond.

Qing'er also saw Song Jiayao's weak side for the first time, since she woke up from drowning, her young lady was so strong that she thought she was invulnerable.

In terms of scheming, Song Jiayao's pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is simply pure fire, playing with Wang Xi and Song Jiayao in the palm of her hand, even if she encounters something dangerous, she can quickly find a way to deal with it, and then turn evil into good fortune.

However, there is always an accident in her life, when Miss meets Nangong Jin, who is equal to her, or even stronger than her, Miss always says that she can't figure out whether she likes the relationship with Hou Ye or overrides love.

But through this incident, Qing'er, as a bystander, can be sure that Song Jiayao has been unconsciously captured by Nangong Jin's gentleness and sincerity...... It's a pity that she herself is still reckless, and the dead duck stubbornly denies her feelings for Nangong Jin.

"Buckle ......" There was a very soft knock on the door outside the door, so gentle that he was afraid of waking Song Jiayao up.

Qing'er went to open the door, and Song Anguo walked in with a bowl of fragrant porridge that made people smell and increase their appetite.

"Are you hungry?" Song Anguo said with concern, moved a stool over to put the porridge, and he scooped a little porridge with a soup spoon, put it to his mouth and blew it a few times, and then fed it into Song Jiayao's mouth.