After bidding farewell to Shenzhou, Song Yige finally arrived outside the imperial study at the hottest time of the day under the guidance of the inner room.

But now it's winter, and no matter how hot the day is, it comes with a cold air, carrying a cold wind.

She was a little thinly dressed to-day, so when the wind from the courtyard swept over her, she shivered and shivered.

The waiter on the side saw it, and also knew that her body was not good, otherwise she would not have been sick in bed for so long, he couldn't help but turn to the side, and said to Song Yige: "Hou Ye go up to the porch and wait, now the wind is blowing urgently, and Hou Ye is carefully dyed with the wind cold." ”

Song Yige naturally understood that the waiter was a good intention, and she didn't shirk it, so she obediently walked to the eaves of the porch, and as soon as she stood in front of her, the door that was covered in front of her was pushed open from the inside.

The manager smiled slightly: "Master Hou is not in good health, please come in if you come." ”

"Thank you." Song Yige bowed his head and his attitude was extremely humble.

This chief manager is the inner servant beside His Majesty, and it can be said that he has accompanied His Majesty step by step to the present, and sometimes his words are more effective than those concubines in the harem.

The imperial study room was much warmer than the outside, and the smell of ambergris overflowed as soon as I entered.

This is the second time she has set foot in the imperial study, the first time was when she married Shen Tan, she followed Shen Tan into the palace to ask for peace, and the second time is now.

She didn't like it very much, and once she set foot here, she always felt depressed, as if a mountain was pressing down on her, and she couldn't breathe, and it was so before, and it is the same today.

She bowed her head and followed the steward inside, then leaned over and saluted.

After hearing a cold voice from above, Song Yige slowly raised his head, and at first glance saw Xie Jingchu standing beside His Majesty.

He is wearing the official uniform of a second-grade official, a round-necked robe in the style of a scarlet brocade chicken, and a black gauze hat on his head, which makes his unruly eyebrows and eyes glamorous and calm, and also suppresses the cold and slaughter a lot.

Song Yige was the first time she had seen Xie Jingchu dressed like this, even though she was in a trance, she quickly came back to her senses and gestured to Xie Jingchu.

Although the Song family and the Xie family are both marquises, their grades are not the same.

If it weren't for the lack of military merits of the Xie family, I'm afraid that the Xie Hou Mansion would have been changed to the Guogong Mansion now.

The emperor put the pen aside: "Aiqing is here, and now she is bigger?" ”

Song Yige hurriedly arched his hand: "Back to Your Majesty's words, the minister's body is already well, thank you Your Majesty for your concern." ”

The emperor looked at him: "Why haven't you seen you for a while, and your voice has become so strange?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, the minister hurt his throat a few days ago, and I'm afraid I will have to raise it for a while."

The emperor nodded, and picked some words that were not light or heavy to ask, Song Yige answered them one by one, and finally the emperor bowed his head with satisfaction: "Since it is better, Ming'er will go back to the Hanlin Academy, although this position is a little idle, but it is also very beneficial to you." ”

"The minister understands that he must abide by the holy parables."

Then the emperor picked a few more words of greeting, and sent him out.

Before leaving, Song Yige couldn't help but look at Xie Jingchu with his spare eyes, and he also understood in his heart that if it weren't for the fact that His Majesty didn't want to be talked about too coldly, he wouldn't have specially recruited her into the palace, after all, there are so many important things, and he is a small five- or sixth-grade petty official of the Hanlin Academy, where is it worth asking him personally? After a few simple questions, he impatiently asked her to go home.

After all, she is also a loyal minister.

The one who sent her to the palace gate was the chamberlain who had led her before.

Song Yige thanked him, and secretly stuffed a piece of silver into the past: "There is Gonggong Lao today." ”

The waiter accepted it with a smile and stuffed it into his sleeve pocket: "Master Hou is just too polite." ”

Song Yige slowly walked out of the palace gate, and a carriage had already stopped there, but the carriage was not the carriage frame of her Song family, but from Shenzhou.

She took a deep breath, walked over, stood beside the carriage, and bowed inside: "The minister has seen the eleventh prince. ”

It didn't take long for the curtain to be slowly rolled up from inside, and Shen Zhou's sleepy face suddenly appeared: "Why is it so fast?" ”

"Your Majesty summoned the minister, but he was just worried about the minister's body, and now that he sees that the minister is well, naturally there is nothing to do." Song Yige said.

Shen Zhou yawned lazily and glanced at her condescendingly: "I forgot, Xiao Marquis Xie is also at his father's place today, how can my father pay attention to you." ”

"Come on."

The chamberlain, who was waiting, hurriedly brought a small stool for her to step on.

Shen Zhou has always been a person who will not wronged himself.

The furnishings in the carriage were more luxurious and comfortable than the mansions of ordinary eunuchs, and Song Yige sat stiffly on the side, half of his head hung down, and half of his face was hidden in the dim light and shadow.

Shen Zhou glanced at her casually: "Do you know what Ling Yue is looking for you?" ”

Sure enough, it was her. Song Yige had a little understanding in his heart, but there was no emotion on his face: "The minister and Cousin Ling are not too familiar, so I don't know what Cousin Ling is talking about when he is looking for a minister." ”

Didn't you say this? Shen Zhou turned his head impatiently, and between his eyebrows, he barely dipped a pen in ink and wrote a few big characters.

Song Yige didn't dare to anger the lord with this matter, she could only try to minimize her sense of existence, and sat curled up in the corner of the carriage.

Until the teahouse, the atmosphere in the whole carriage was a different kind of oppression.

The silence faded, and the noise jumped into the ears.

Song Yige opened his eyes, and as soon as the carriage stopped, the voice of the waiter came: "Your Highness, the teahouse has arrived." ”

"Go down." Shen Zhou's cold voice suddenly exploded in his ears.

Song Yige arched his hand towards him: "Thank you, Your Highness, for sending me." After speaking, she pushed the car door open, stepped on the small stool and went down, waiting for the landing, she wanted to turn around and say thanks, but saw Shen Zhou's figure also appear in front of her.

Although he was in a bad mood at the moment, he also had the unique vigor of a teenager between his eyebrows and eyes, and he was able to show his face, so he didn't know how many girls looked back.

Feeling the hot and shy gazes of those girls, although Shen Zhou was accustomed to it, he still couldn't help but blacken his face again.

He looked up with a calm face, and saw a graceful girl standing on the second floor of the teahouse, leaning on a pillar and looking at the street scene with interest.

Suddenly, Shen Zhou's whole person underwent earth-shaking changes, and Song Yige happened to be standing beside him at the moment, always feeling that he had become pitiful at the moment, like a poor homeless man.

She was surprised in her heart, and when she followed Shen Zhou's gaze and looked up, she saw Ling Yue.

After Song Yige glanced at Ling Yue, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Shen Zhou beside him, his gaze had not yet been withdrawn, he was still looking at the people upstairs stupidly, if he had a tail, he must be swept on the ground at this moment.

Although they are brothers who grew up together, he and Shen Tan are really not very similar.

Song Yige stood beside him and arched his hand: "Your Highness, the minister will go up first." ”

This sound finally hooked the god of Shenzhou back, and when he looked at Song Yige, the momentum of the whole person changed dramatically, and the whole person was ruthless and fierce, and he couldn't wait to pick off her skin.

Shen Zhou didn't speak, and Song Yige repeated again: "If Your Highness is fine, the minister will go up first, and Cousin Ling is still waiting for the minister." ”

"Marquis Song." Shen Zhou opened his mouth, "Have you forgotten that you are now a family person?" ”

"It's not good for you to meet Miss Ling with such a big grin."

"The relationship between the minister and Cousin Ling is innocent, and he naturally sits upright."

This is all said to this point, if he talks nonsense, it will be embarrassing, even if there is more unwillingness, Shen Zhou has to wave his hand and let her roll up.

Song Yige breathed a sigh of relief, and did not entangle with Shen Zhou any longer, and immediately entered the teahouse.

At the moment when her figure disappeared at the entrance of the teahouse, the person upstairs also disappeared cleanly, Shen Zhou leaned on the carriage and watched, puffing out his cheeks angrily: "This little one has no conscience." ”

The teahouse was noisy, so Ling Yue specially found a place in a corner, so that the shopkeeper could use a screen to separate this place from the outside.

When Song Yige arrived, Ling Qing was pouring tea, and when she saw her, she smiled and squinted: "Fifth sister, sit." ”

Song Yige was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Big sister Fire-eyed Venus." ”

"It's not me with fiery eyes, it's that I'm familiar with your form." Ling Yue pushed the hot tea in her hand over, "Let's have a cup to warm up first." ”

Song Yige continued: "If you want to see me, send someone here, why bother the eleventh prince." ”

"I'm confused this time." Ling Yue smiled, "But I didn't think about it yet, for the sake of Cousin Song and the sixth sister, be more harmonious?" If this is misunderstood by the sixth sister, how bad it is. ”

Song Yige's eyebrows and eyes wandered around Ling Yue's face coldly before he said, "What have you done before?" Why do you give your sister-in-law such an illusion? ”

Ling Yue was extremely innocent: "I didn't know much before, I only had Ling Xue's little cheap hooves, how could I have any intention to deal with the sixth sister, but with the sixth sister's thoughts, I, who is the eldest sister, can probably guess a few points." Besides, I'm not doing this to avoid complications. ”

"Then what is the relationship between you and the Eleventh Prince?" Song Yige asked, "Let's not say that he is younger than you, you are also an understanding person, why should you be involved with him in an unclear way." ”

This word is not wrong, there is indeed no ambiguity between them. Ling Yue sighed and avoided the topic: "I came out today to interrogate you, why did it become you interrogating me?" ”

"The affairs of our house, how can you not know anything, let me come out today, just to be sure." Song Yige said, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he looked behind him.

For some reason, she always felt as if someone was watching her in the dark.

Ling Yue naturally noticed her strange appearance as well, she looked over, and immediately pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't be nervous, the one who looks at you later is the one who doesn't know anything about me." ”