The night before Song Hengbo was sent to the family temple, Song Yimo came to Huixue Courtyard to meet Song Yige.

When he came, it was drizzling.

The cold soaked into the bone marrow little by little, Song Yimo's body was weak, where could he stand such a cold, and after a while, he coughed several times with a handkerchief with a weak face.

When the little guy saw it, he immediately felt distressed and said: "Master Hou doesn't take his body very seriously, obviously Xu Taiyi's medical skills are excellent, why don't you just refuse to let him come to treat you?" ”

"There are tens of millions of good doctors in the world, and where is there a lack of Imperial Doctor Xu." Song Yimo waved his hand and wrapped the cloak on his body again, "Don't tell the Seventh Girl about this." ”

The little servant's face was painful, and he quickly stuffed the hand stove he had just brought into his hand: "Master Hou, you can take care of your body more." ”

"Of course it will."

The heat gradually dissipated, and the cold soaked through the cracks.

It was the middle of the night, and when Song Yige was about to go to bed with the lamp, he suddenly saw a tall figure under the corridor, standing there silently, and after a while, he knocked the copper ring on the door.

Song Yige looked at it for a moment, casually went over the cloak on the hanger on the side and put it on his body, and then went to open the door: "It's late tonight, why is my brother here?" ”

Song Yimo smiled: "I'm not worried about you, so I came here to take a look." ”

"What's wrong with that?" Song Yige leaned over and let Song Yimo come in.

The candle flame is faint.

The brother and sister sat opposite each other, and the hot tea curled in their hands.

When Song Yimo lifted the teacup and just wanted to take a sip, he was stopped by Song Yige: "It's late at night, Qingcha wakes up, you won't be able to sleep for a while." ”

"No problem." Song Yimo smiled lightly, like a moving spring breeze, "I'll drink less." ”

Song Yige said slowly: "Brother is so late, it shouldn't be just to drink tea with me." ”

"But I have something to tell you." Song Yimo was silent for a while before he spoke, "I moved Hengbo to the family temple, what do you think?" ”

"It's good that my brother is in charge." Song Yige smiled lightly, "Yige believes in my brother's decision." ”

Song Yimo's fingers on the case gradually clenched, Song Yige looked down, and said, "Brother, if you don't want to ......"

"No, I don't want to." Song Yimo immediately cut off Song Yige's words, as if he sensed that his emotions were wrong, he narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I just think it's not fair to you." ”

"There is no absolute fairness in this world, my brother is in the study today, and I understand it with a song, the family temple is not as good as the house, and this hardship is enough for her to suffer." Song Yige looked at it quite openly, "However, Yige also wants to know, is there someone behind the fourth sister?" ”

Song Yimo was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't expect Song Yige to find out the clue of this matter so quickly, when he looked at her, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, revealing his uneasiness.

"There really are people." Song Yige smiled brightly.

Song Yimo said: "How did you find out?" ”

"I probably don't believe that this is a good show, Song Hengbo can do it so thoroughly, and she also revealed her stuffing." When talking about this, Song Yige's smile disappeared in an instant, "It's Xu Sheng, right?" ”

Song Yimo didn't speak.

Song Yige then sneered: "He's really ghostly." ”

The hatred in Song Yige's eyes was too obvious, and Song Yimo was sitting opposite her, so she naturally saw it clearly.

It's just that now, his position is not stable, and everything still needs to be considered in the long run.

Sometimes, he thinks that if he didn't have such a weak body, but had followed his father into the battlefield since he was a child, then he would have been able to take over his father's soldiers now, instead of sitting here and watching many things happen, and there was nothing he could do.

"Ge'er." Song Yimo took her hand, looking sincere and sincere, "Trust me." ”

"Brother?"

"One day, I will avenge you."

After sending Song Yimo away, Song Yige suddenly felt uneasy, wrapped in a futon and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep, waiting for the second day to be bright, she immediately washed and changed clothes and went to Xie Hou's Mansion.

Xie Jingchu happened to be resting today, and when he heard the little maid say that Song Yige was coming, he lazily changed his clothes and followed the little maid to the lobby.

Song Yige was drinking tea with his eyebrows down, and after hearing the footsteps, he slowly raised his eyes and got up: "Thank you, Little Marquis." ”

"You're getting more and more polite with me." Xie Jingchu said, took a few steps and sat next to Song Yige, "Your sister only got married yesterday, and you are here today?" ”

"Don't you know if you got married yesterday?" Song Yige asked rhetorically.

Xie Jingchu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Say, do you want to ask me to help deal with your sister today?" ”

"Deal with her, why use you?" Song Yige shook his head with a smile, "When General Fu was leaving, he said ......"

"Stop." Xie Jingchu hurriedly spoke up, looking at her with burning eyes, "Although I understand that you are looking for me because of Fu Yanshan's guy, but about this, you and I can know it, don't talk about it." ”

As he spoke, he muttered again, "I'd rather you get down to business with me as soon as you come, and don't talk about things here in the name of Fu Yanshan." ”

"But that's the case." Song Yige laughed out loud.

Xie Jingchu sighed and continued, "That's why I don't want to see you now." ”

After speaking, Xie Jingchu looked up at her, who knew that it happened to meet her gaze, and after the two looked at each other and smiled, Xie Jingchu straightened his face: "Say, is there anything tricky about coming to me so early in the morning." ”

"Indeed, there is something." Song Yige bowed, "I want to trouble you to send someone to continue to keep an eye on Xu Sheng." ”

"Him?" Xie Jingchu raised his eyebrows, "Last time, you told me about him, and I have taken strict precautions against Xu Sheng......" Seeing that Song Yige's face was really not good, Xie Jingchu's thoughts turned quickly, and after a while, he said tentatively, "Could it be related to yesterday's incident?" ”

"yes." Song Yige said, "Yesterday's incident has his handwriting. ”

Xie Jingchu suddenly realized: "No wonder. ”

"Huh?" Song Yige looked at him inexplicably.

Xie Jingchu chuckled: "When I received the news yesterday, I was actually still wondering, Song Hengbo is like that, how can he look like a person with such skills, maybe she can come up with the idea of marrying, but other arrangements, where can she be a woman who has lived in the boudoir for a long time, if there is Xu Sheng's harmony, it can be regarded as reasonable." ”

"But you were the one who surprised me." Xie Jingchu squinted at her, "How did you see through Song Hengbo's strategy and fight against the first army?" ”

"If I never trusted her?"

Never?

Xie Jingchu blinked, and with just one sentence, all his original impressions of Song Yige were shattered.

If she never believed it, then from the time she was preparing for Song Hengbo's marriage, although she did her best, she kept people in her heart from leaking, and this perseverance was indeed quite surprising to him.

From this point of view, the person he wants to protect wholeheartedly is also quite scheming.

This realization made him subconsciously feel disliked, and even wanted to stay away from it.

But after thinking about it, Song Yimo disappeared before, if she didn't have half a distraction, she would not have been able to deal with people in the Hanlin Academy for so long, and she had been waiting for Song Yimo to come back.

Although they helped during the period, most of the time, they were beyond their reach.

Slowly swiping his fingertips across the hot teacup, Xie Jingchu asked again: "What happened yesterday, was it you who did it alone?" ”

"Nope." Song Yige moved his body slowly and changed to a slightly more comfortable position, "With Sister Ling Yue's help, I can get out so smoothly." ”

"Ling Yue?" Xie Jingchu chewed the word slowly, "Ling Shoufu's granddaughter?" ”

"Hmm."

Xie Jingchu laughed at himself: "I didn't know that she also had such a talent." ”

"Xie Xiaohou Ye?" Song Yige looked at him suspiciously.

When Xie Jingchu heard the voice, he suddenly came back to his senses, he quickly sorted out his thoughts, and said to Song Yige: "What are you here for?" ”

"I said it before, Xu Sheng." Song Yige said, "I hope you can send someone to keep an eye on him, and I hope you or I can control his every move." ”

"What are you suspicious of?"

Song Yige squinted, and a cold light burst out in his eyes: "I suspect that Xu Sheng and the prince are in the same group." ”

"Is that enough?"

Hearing this, Xie Jingchu couldn't help but sneer: "Xu Sheng is the prince's henchman, and you don't need your suspicion about this." ”

"But before, he was the Qin King's Party." Song Yige continued to say in a deep voice, "At the beginning, the Lin family's incident was widely implicated, and even the King of Qin was not spared, why was Xu Sheng the only one who was still in Jinling City, and happened to be seen by the prince who loved talent and was included in his command?" ”

"You can say that these are all the Ling family's matchmaking, but now that you think about it the other way, don't you feel cold?"

"Little Marquis Xie, you are now on the side of the eleventh prince, and you and I understand the truth of cold lips and teeth, don't we?"

Xie Jingchu was stunned for a moment, and then muttered, "I've never seen you so aggressive. ”

"Fu Yanshan, is it so important to you?"

Song Yige also realized her gaffe, and her excited expression slowly calmed down, but only the light in those eyes was still bright so that he didn't dare to look directly.

He heard her say—

"Yes."

"Because, that's my husband."

Husband.

What a good word.

The title he had longed for day and night had no connection with him after all.

Spring shines down the court steps.

Her voice blurred his gaze a little.

The guard who followed him stepped forward: "Master, what do you value about Miss Song Qi?" ”

Which one do you like?

Xie Jingchu looked far away, jumped over the pavilions and towers in the mansion, and spread over the blue sky, and the scene of that night slowly emerged in front of him.

The wind was bitter and the drizzle was urgent.

She stood on the top of the mountain, with a cliff in front of her, and a vast night behind her, countless torches winding upward, like a little star in the sky, and she seemed to be alone in the middle of it.

It's obviously a delicate flower, but it can hold up a piece of the world at that time.

Xu was in his heart at that time, and he thought, if he protected people under his wings, how could he let her suffer from such wind and rain, and let her face such a desperate situation alone.

Perhaps, this is pity.

Or perhaps, this is the love between men and women.

He couldn't tell.

But he also understands that what about pity, and what about the love between men and women? After all, the joys and sorrows of the rest of her life have nothing to do with him.