Song Yige's outline is very similar to Song Yimo, even though she is a little immature at the moment, but under Xie Jingzhong's hands, she is slowly moving closer to Song Yimo's facial features, but Song Yimo's extremely cold and indifferent feeling is something that Song Yige can't learn.

According to Xie Jingzhong, Song Yige's eyebrows and eyes are too gentle and popular.

"Out of the way." Song Yige looked at her rejuvenated self in the mirror, and the soft smoke waves also became cold and hard in an instant, but it was not Song Yimo who was cold and bookish, she was completely indifferent, as if she was dead.

Xie Jingzhong and Xie Jingchu glanced at each other, and sighed helplessly: "Well, it's better than what you looked like just now." ”

"When I look at it, I feel like it's a bully." Xie Jingchu said as he took the booklet in her hand and opened it, "I'll read their names and appearance characteristics to you, you are a good reporter." ”

Song Yige nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

She has a good memory, so although Xie Jingchu may not remember all the names she reads, she will probably have a vague impression, and as for the rest, she has found excuses.

Anyway, my brother is weak and has been asleep for so long, and it is really normal to forget one or two people, after all, who will care about the same sick man.

Waiting for Xie Jingchu to finish reading the name of the roster, Xie Jingzhong also happened to make his face good, but he didn't care about any male and female defenses and pinched Song Yige's chin, as if admiring his masterpiece: "It seems that before Brother Song comes back, Xie can't go anywhere." ”

"In this matter, I have wronged Brother Xie." Song Yige immediately changed his name.

A voice of Brother Xie is more refreshing than the cold Lord Xie.

Xie Jingzhong put away his hand, and Ling Qing hurriedly entered the house with a pair of shoes, which were the same size as Song Yimo's usual wear, but they were stuffed with cotton and some things that could be heightened, making her look like Song Yimo's figure, but her body was still too light.

However, Song Yimo has been sick in bed for a long time, and it is normal for his body to be reduced.

Song Yige grabbed his fingers, uneasy

After Ling Qing put on her clothes, she walked around Song Yige, and a little smile appeared in her eyes unconsciously: "It's brother and sister in the end, at a cursory glance, it's quite similar." ”

"Since it's okay, let's go out, something else will make people suspicious." After Xie Jingchu threw down a sentence, his body turned and flew away, and even half an inch of light never fell on Song Yige's body.

In the half-bright light and shadow, Song Yige lowered his head and smiled slowly.

When Song Yige reappeared in the mourning hall, he had already changed to Song Yimo's identity.

She followed Song Yimo's example, and her eyes were extremely cold and indifferent, as if there was nothing in the world that he cared about. When he entered, the chaotic sound in the mourning hall was suffocated, and Zhou Shi tilted his head, and happened to be facing Song Yimo.

The two of them had met, in the middle of the court.

However, at that time, he stood behind the hundred officials, and he had no sense of existence, but he was already able to scold Fang Xuan above the court and gain the favor of the lord of the world above.

In fact, he looked down on him a little, but now he has to bow his head, but fortunately, he has always been able to bend and stretch. Zhou Shi thought about it, and went in his direction, Zhou Tong followed behind Zhou Shi step by step, maybe because after what happened just now, she didn't dare to lose her temper at will, and her well-behaved trance was all an illusion.

"Marquis Song." Zhou Shi gave his hand.

"Lord Zhou." Song returned the salute with a song, and his voice was very low, and it was thick and dumb, which was really ugly.

Zhou Shi was stunned, although he had never spoken to Song Yimo, but he had heard him say a few words, although his voice was not a natural sound, it was also clear in the end, like spring water gargling jade, pleasant, but where would it be like this at this moment?

"You...... Your throat? Zhou Shi pointed, but he couldn't say more words in surprise.

Song Yige had already dealt with it, so he took out the words he had prepared earlier: "A few days ago, I contracted a cold, which caused a fever and coughing non-stop, and now it has been a long time, and it is inevitable that this will be the case." ”

Although Zhou Shi was a little skeptical, he didn't question it in the end, but followed her words and asked a few more words before he said: "Brother Song's health is poor, and he will have a good life in the future." ”

He didn't mention Song Yige's injury before, but Song Yige didn't ask more, as if the matter was solved between the two of them.

After waiting for Song Yige to leave, Zhou Tong spoke cautiously and pulled his robe: "Brother, how should we deal with Miss Song Qi's matter?" ”

Miss Song Qi...... Zhou Shi pursed the corners of his mouth with a cold expression, but did not reply to her, and finally said slowly under Zhou Tong's incessant begging: "Although this Song Marquis is young, he is not a character who is easy to fool. ”

"Brother, what do you mean by that?" Zhou Tong asked again.

Zhou Shi smiled and lowered his head and rubbed the top of her hair: "It seems that our Zhou family is destined to owe this Huaiyang Houfu a favor." ”

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Shi put his hand behind his back, paced to the threshold in front of the mourning hall, and saw that Zhou Tong was still motionless, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless, he sighed: "Tong'er, let's go." ”

"Oh." Zhou Tong didn't know why he answered, and walked towards Zhou Shi in a few steps, and as soon as he walked to his side, he grabbed his wrist through his sleeve and grabbed the mourning hall, and as soon as he got outside, the wind came slowly.

Zhou Tong was unprepared, and even shuddered, "Brother." ”

"You don't care about this, if you meet Song Yimo in the future, stay away, as for that person......" Zhou Shi's eyes looked through the heavy crowd, "When you find an opportunity, my brother will get back the anger you suffered today." ”

"After all, there is no one yet, who can get out of the way after provoking my Zhou family." Zhou Shi lowered his head and carefully combed her collar, "Let's go." ”

Zhou Tong responded, and couldn't help but look back at the young man kneeling on the futon: "Then how long do you plan to deal with this matter of Song Qi girl, brother?" ”

"Now the old lady has just died, and her body is still hot." He said, "Another day." ”

Seeing Song Yimo kneeling down at the front with an expressionless face, Song Hengbo's originally resentful heart was a little refreshed.

She smiled mockingly, as if she had discovered some shocking secret, and when she returned at night, Song Hengbo triumphantly stroked the long hair hanging down her ears and said to the maid serving beside her: "I still care about that little girl as a brother, but it's just like that." ”

"In the future, I will pretend to be well-behaved in front of my brother, and then I will see if this mansion is still the territory of that girl."

Now there are no people in the mourning hall, and the guests who mourn are almost gone, only Xie Jingzhong and Ling Chu are left, like a door god, the pestle is there, and they don't move anywhere.

Song Yige knew that Ling Qing was not in good health, so he sent her back to rest, then he rubbed his sore knees and got up from the futon.

After waiting for a while, she quickly got up and went to the courtyard.

At this time, it was almost late at night, and the moon was as cool as water.

Ling Chu was worried that she would catch the cold again, so he asked Liangyu to get a hand stove, and he handed it to Song Yige: "Here you go, Nuan Nuan." ”

"Thank you." Song Yige took it from the good stream and held it in his hand.

The temperature climbed up inch by inch along the palm of her hand, and after a while, her whole body warmed up, and she was no longer as cold and uncomfortable as before.

"Are we delaying you?" Now that there is no one in the courtyard, Song Yige is not hiding it, and asks in his own voice.

This night, Ling Chu had long been accustomed to hearing her rough voice, and now seeing that she had changed her voice, she was still a little uncomfortable for a while, and after being silent for a long time, she pointed at herself with hindsight: "Are you talking about me?" ”

Song Yige glanced at him strangely, then wandered his gaze around, and asked incredibly: "Could it be that there are other people here?" ”

Ling Chu shook his head, and then corrected: "Although you are in your own mansion now, you don't know if the partition wall has ears, you should be careful in the future."

"I know." Song Yige paused, then nodded in response to Ling Chu's meaning, "I didn't pay attention just now, I actually forgot." ”

"Just be careful in the future." Ling Chu said, "Of course, you don't have to be too grassy. ”

"But in the Hanlin Academy, I'm worried about you." A layer of mist was covered between Ling Chu's eyebrows and eyes, and it was so hazy that people couldn't figure out what his true expression was.

Song Yige never looked sideways for half an inch, and looked at the wall that had been hidden in the night: "I know what you mean, but now you have to send it." ”

"The day after tomorrow at the latest, there will be ministers from the court and the central government, most of Brother Song has seen it, and when the time comes, Master Xie Xiaohou will follow you to remind you, you can listen to it more." Ling Chu was still not very relieved.

Song Yige laughed, not brushing Ling Chu's kindness.

She was originally the princess of Qin, and there were not a few knowledgeable ministers in the court, if it weren't for this reliance, how could she dare to take risks, and she wasn't tired of being crooked.

Seeing that Song Yige didn't mean to chat, Ling Chu didn't speak again considerately, and quietly accompanied Song Yige's side.

The situation of the two of them made Xie Jingzhong, who was squatting on the wall, squint his eyes, and asked himself in the air: "Do you say that Ling Chu guy has something to mean to Song Yige?" ”

"But doesn't that girl already have a fiancé?"

The only one who answered him was the night wind.

Xie Jingzhong felt some coolness, so he jumped off the wall, re-entered the mourning hall, and stayed at the brazier.

There was a maid squatting there and throwing paper into the brazier.

The mourning hall was dim, the white silk spread endlessly, and I didn't know if it was his illusion, Xie Jingzhong felt that this place was a little cooler than in the courtyard.