Qingrong never slept well all night, and in the morning, she heard the squirming movement outside the window, she immediately turned over and got out of bed, without wearing shoes, and ran to the window and opened the window.

Song Zhao was carrying the food box, and was just about to put it by the window, when he was almost hit by the suddenly opened window sash.

Seeing Qingrong looking for him, the flame of hope in Song Zhao's heart couldn't help but rekindle, "What? Changed your mind? “

Qingrong gave him a big roll of his eyes, "No, I just have something to ask you." She said as she took a few steps back and invited Song Zhao into the house.

Song Zhao looked reluctant, and jumped in holding on to the window, "Why don't you want me, why did you ask me to come in?" ”

Qingrong ignored him, and said bluntly: "Are you familiar with the emperor?" ”

Song Zhao was stunned, but he didn't expect Qingrong to ask such a question for no reason, he thought for a while, and then said slowly: "It should be considered familiar, after all, he has been my uncle for more than 20 years." ”

Qingrong directly took out a stack of papers from under the pillow, patted it in front of Song Zhao, and said, "Then you help people to the end, fill this in for me." ”

Song Zhao took it, but saw that the first piece of paper was painted with a square grid, some of which were written and some of which were empty. The first column reads: The Emperor's Preference Questionnaire.

When Song Zhao saw this thing, he was shocked, and immediately clumped the paper in a panic, and said, "I'm going to die!" What are you writing this for? ”

Qingrong didn't understand why Song Zhao was so frightened, so he said, "I plan to leave the Shen family, so I ......"

Song Zhao didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and couldn't help but sneer, "Just you?" Still thinking about entering the palace? ”

Look at him like this, obviously misunderstood.

Song Zhao was overjoyed, "You can rest!" Let's not talk about your appearance, just say that the concubine has favored the harem for so many years, and you have no fun! Besides, what kind of place is the harem? The place where the whole girder eats people and does not spit out bones. Just like my aunt, even if she is a queen, her life is like walking on thin ice. The emperor has succeeded to the throne for so many years, you see how many times he has chosen a total of shows, even if he is elected to the palace, it is all an ornament! Speaking of this, Song Zhaocai said unhappily: "What's the matter? You don't look down on me, but you want to enter the palace, and when you fly on the branches and become a phoenix, you will go to slap the faces of these people in the third room of the Shen family......"

"Who said I wanted to enter the palace!" Qing Rong quickly interrupted Song Zhao's brain supplement.

"If you don't want to enter the palace, ask what are you doing? It was originally a sin to speculate on the holy will, you just think about it in private, and now you dare to do this, what, what emperor's preference questionnaire! When the time comes, let people be caught, that is, they will be stolen and captured! Song Zhao said, but he couldn't help but open the paper that he had gathered again.

He was really curious in his heart, what is the emperor's preference questionnaire. He knew all these words, but when they were put together, he always felt weird.

Qingrong didn't expect this at all, smiled awkwardly, and explained: "The two of us quietly, I burned it when you wrote it, and it will never be leaked!" ”

Song Zhao looked at the questionnaire and wrote: Favorite food, favorite taste, favorite color, favorite tea, favorite weather, favorite season, favorite concubine, favorite minister, favorite children...... There are so many of them that they don't get tired of detailing.

In addition to targeting the emperor, there are also the Queen Mother and Fengguo's wife Shen Ping. On average, there are two or three pages per person, which adds up to more than a dozen pages. He looked at this, and his brain hurt.

Qingrong smiled and said, "The more detailed, the better, if I have something missing, you can add it at any time." ”

Song Zhao glanced at Qingrong, looking unwilling to cooperate, "What the hell do you want this?" “

Qingrong knew that she wanted to successfully leave the third room, and in this situation, she urgently needed someone to help. Otherwise, she was trapped and died in this small courtyard, and she didn't even know the news outside, and when Shen Ping left Jinan with the holy car, she would have no hope at all. It was 1510 who told Song Zhao all his plans.

Song Zhao rolled the stack of papers together, gave Qingrong a forehead without light or weight, and said, "Say you're smart, you're stupid back now, do you think I might help you do this kind of thing?" If you follow Mrs. Fengguo, won't my hope be in vain? ”

Qingrong looked at Song Zhao silently, with an expression of looking at a fool, and said, "Even if I don't leave the Shen family, your hopes will definitely be disappointed." Whoever it is, it's all the same. Qingrong saw that his handsome eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and said with a smile: "If you really have such plans in the future, don't say it, you can choose a good lady to marry directly into the door." You also learn from our old man Shen...... "Qingrong simply told Shen Zezhang how he used Mrs. Lin as a vase over the years, how he set up the shield of Aunt Zhao, and how he covered the "glorious deeds" of Aunt Dong, Peirong and others.

Song Zhao smiled meaningfully with a teachable expression on his face.

Qingrong looked at the form spread out on the table, and read it carefully, for fear of missing something, "Since you are afraid of getting stolen goods, you might as well fill it in here, and I will recite it when your face is burned?" ”

Song Zhao pursed his lips, sneered, put the form in his sleeve and put it away, and said, "You have no matter how big or small these things are, where can I fill them in for a while." I'll go back and fill it in, and if there's anything I don't know, I can still ask if I have time. ”

Qingrong was very uneasy about Song Zhao's incompatible character, "Who knows when you will be able to fill it out?" When you're done writing and the holy driver is gone, what will I do? ”

"What can I do? Follow me back to the Wei Mansion! Song Zhao got up and left.

Qingrong grabbed his shirt and dragged him to a stumbling side, almost falling down, "I'd rather die than give in!" ”

Song Zhao raised his hand and slapped off Qingrong's arm, and quickly climbed through the window.

Qingrong was very suspicious of Song Zhao's ability to work, but now that she was trapped in this small courtyard, she was really helpless.

Who knew that in the evening, Song Zhao actually came in from the courtyard openly. With him, there was also Jiang Xiahou's grandson, Yuan Heng. Back then, the two of them studied together at the Shen family, and they had a lot of friendship.

When he first saw Song Zhao, Qingrong also sighed that he was amazingly efficient, and when he saw the people following behind Song Zhao, Qingrong was completely stunned.

"Yuan, Brother Yuan." Qingrong's recent situation, in fact, didn't really want her old acquaintances to see her embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but whisper to Song Zhao.

Who knew that Song Zhao said to her quite meaningfully: "He is now a first-class imperial guard, and he is very respected by the emperor." ”

Yuan Heng didn't hear what the two said, and only followed behind Song Zhao slowly. He was born with fair skin and sword eyebrows and almond eyes. The facial features are particularly delicate and three-dimensional, the face is sideways, the curvature of the jaw angle is handsome, and there is an innocent and straightforward freshness when laughing. He didn't wear the clothes of an ordinary guard, only a azure satin robe, simple and clean. With an ordinary safety buckle on his waist, he is still as simple and low-key as three years ago, but this handsome appearance is not low-key, it is too eye-catching.

In the past, when he was studying at the Shen family, the girls and maids of the Shen family loved to gather around him. But he has a good personality, gentle and polite, which provoked the Shen family's maids to break their heads and want to squeeze into his yard to serve. I heard that when he was in the capital, he was praised as the first son of Daliang by the big girls and daughters-in-law in the capital because of his junior high school appearance.

Qingrong must admit that if Yuan Heng is put in her time, it is definitely the dream of more than two billion girls. Turning his head to look at Song Zhao again, sure enough, God was unfair to the world.

One is a son, and the other, well, is a bewitching slut.

"I haven't seen my fifth sister for a long time, and now I'm a big girl." Yuan Heng's eyes were extraordinarily gentle and kind.

Qingrong greeted politely: "Brother Yuan is good in Beijing?" ”

Yuan Heng's eyes were extremely warm, with a polite and soft smile, and his chin bowed, "Everything is as usual, I met Brother Qi before leaving Beijing, and he is now angry. ”

Originally, Qingrong was very strange and embarrassed after a long absence, and she didn't know what to say, but Yuan Heng mentioned her eldest brother Shen Qi, which naturally gave Qingrong something to say, and she naturally sighed: "Mother has deep expectations for Brother Qi, and now that people are gone, Brother Qi is even more unwilling to live up to his mother's expectations." ”

Yuan Heng nodded and sighed: "I was deeply cared for by Mrs. Lin in the Shen family, and when she passed away, I didn't be able to come and take a look, so I really shouldn't." ”

Qingrong thought of the Lin family, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy and sadness, and a cold feeling of death on his lips and teeth. Although the Lin family was not very good to her when she was alive, she was also an upright and generous person, and it is really difficult to describe it when you look at the new lady now.

Yuan Heng sensed Qingrong's frustration and said gently: "In the future, if you and Runrong have any needs, just go to me." He was suddenly pulled over by Song Zhao like this, and naturally he also noticed that Qing Rong was in a difficult situation and had something to ask for. These words were particularly sincere.

Qingrong couldn't help but sigh at Yuan Heng's eyesight, and after nodding his head and thanking him, he only asked, "When will you leave?" ”

Yuan Heng said: "I have been delayed in Jinan for too long, and there will be about another five or six days of work to set off to change the waterway to the south." ”

Qingrong heard it for five or six days, and his heart was cold, and Song Zhao hurriedly said: "It's not early, let's come back another day." Without waiting for Qingrong to say anything, he pulled Yuan Heng to get up.

After that, Song Zhao pulled Yuan Heng for two or three days, and Qingrong saw that Song Zhao had not made a move, and he was anxious. Song Zhao asked her to calm down for a while, looking very sure.

On the fourth day, Qingrong was separated from the courtyard and heard the sound of people coming in and out of the Shen Mansion, and knew that the holy car was leaving. She counted on her fingers, she only had two days left, let alone seeing Shen Ping, and even the questionnaire she gave to Song Zhao did not hear back. Qingrong regretted believing Song Zhao and was very disheartened.

When he was sighing for a long time, he heard the sound of someone pushing the courtyard door. Qingrong looked over slowly, and saw Song Zhao and two strange women entering the door, judging from the dress, she looked like a palace maid.

As soon as Song Zhao entered the door, he said to Qingrong with his eyebrows fluttering: "The emperor and the queen mother Xuanwu girls are driving!" ”