There was a group of women who loved to chew the root of their tongues and saw that there was no need for Chu Lange to bother about today's matter, as long as the housekeeper gave a little instruction, it could be passed out of Zhuo's mansion.

What Chu Lange needs is exactly this effect.

After staying for a while, the prime minister's wife took people to say goodbye in a gloomy manner, and still walked through the back door.

On a stone pier at the entrance of the courtyard, they saw a young girl dressed in ordinary clothes, sitting quietly, leaning against the wall with her back lightly, her face was plain, and she held a small jar of wine in her hand, drinking it in sip after sip.

There is such a girl in Zhuo Mansion, which is definitely a peculiar existence.

No big family would allow people to be so unruly.

Since the prime minister's wife was raised to the main room, in addition to being charming in front of the prime minister, she will treat others with her identity. Seeing Chu Lange like this, he couldn't help but look at it twice, "Are all the people in Zhuo Mansion this rule?" No wonder Gongzi Zhuo is not in the mansion, these minions regard themselves as masters. ”

Song Qinghe wore a veil, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes and a pink forehead, and her hair was like a cloud. She also noticed Chu Lange, and her beautiful eyes glanced at her slantedly, as cold and arrogant as a cold plum in the snow, obviously with a sense of disdain and superiority, "Mother, why bother talking too much with a subordinate, it is a loss of identity." ”

"Yes, yes, Mother listens to you." The Prime Minister's wife had a hint of flattery on her face.

After speaking, the prime minister's wife took the lead and walked out.

Song Qinghe is the young lady born to the original match, and her status in the Prime Minister's Mansion is currently one point higher than that of the Prime Minister's wife who is supported by the concubine.

Just as Song Qinghe crossed Chu Lange.

Chu Lange suddenly asked, "You are Song Qinghe?" ”

"Presumptuous! My young lady's maiden name, is it called by one of your subordinates? Song Qinghe didn't pay attention to it, and the maid of the Prime Minister's Mansion who followed her to serve had already shouted at Chu Lange.

"Xiaozhu, shut up." Song Qinghe reprimanded the maid, "In Zhuo Gongzi's mansion, you must not be rude." ”

The maid Xiaozhu lowered her head at the moment, "Yes, Miss." It's just that she doesn't know the rules too much. ”

"These Zhuo Gongzi are self-controlled." Song Qinghe relied on his identity and did not want to meet his subordinates. But every time the three words "Zhuo Gongzi" come out of her mouth, there is always a different kind of softness.

Xiaozhu understood, and meekly bowed his head and stepped aside.

Just as Song Qinghe looked sideways at Chu Lange again, Chu Lange stood up slowly, his face calm and unwavering. She turned around elegantly, didn't even give Song Qinghe a handout out out of the corner of her eye, and walked away step by step unhurriedly.

Song Qinghe was displeased.

A subordinate dares to be presumptuous to her?

Afraid that this is Zhuofu, and caring about his identity, Song Qinghe can't do anything. She snorted to herself and led her people away.

The Prime Minister's wife was already waiting for her in the carriage.

Chu Lange was just waiting here, just to see the person who killed his grandmother.

Now I see it, and that's it.

Suppressing the anger in her heart, she seemed extraordinarily calm.

Not long after, Chu Lange came to a small remote courtyard in Zhuo Mansion.

There were two palace guards guarding in front of the courtyard, and when they saw Chu Lange, they saluted and greeted them.

Chu Lange walked in, and the two of them did not stop him.

In a side room, there was a maid locked up.

When the maid saw Chu Lange, her eyes were terrified.

Chu Lange picked a circle chair and sat down, and asked, "Does Miss Song Er have a sweetheart?" ”

"Yes." The maid said in a panic, lowering her head more and more.

Chu Lange asked, "Do you know who it is?" ”