As soon as Jiang Xiaolou returned to the carriage, he was told by the porter that Song Sikong was back.

"Childe, my lord has returned to the house, so I want you to go to the study to talk"

Jiang Xiaolou and Song Pei glanced at each other and said goodbye to each other.

Jiang Xiaolou guessed that Jiang Yuan was found out by Song Wenxiu, and he really couldn't hide anything from him.

The partition door of the study was not closed, Jiang Xiaolou stepped in, and saw Song Wenxiu with his back to her, practicing calligraphy.

"It's really dangerous for you to act like this, do you know that as long as today's matter is tracked down by King Jing or the Jiang family, it will be too easy for it to come to you, and you will be exposed, so won't your three years of dormancy be in vain?" Song Wenxiu didn't turn around, he was still learning calligraphy.

"Father-in-law, I really haven't thought about today's matter, but Xiao Lou can't help it, as soon as I see Jiang Yuan still talking and laughing there, I can't wait to go up and strangle him, Xiao Lou really hates it!"

Song Wenxiu straightened his waist, looked at smallpox, sighed, and said: "Fortunately, the prince of King Jing doesn't want to investigate, he just wants to make mistakes, and the Jiang family's hand can't reach out to the palace, otherwise, you, you will be in a catastrophe." ”

"Yes, God is protecting me, too"

Jiang Xiaolou also breathed a sigh of relief today, today's incident was purely her luck. She naturally understands the power of it, not to mention the combination of the palace and the general's mansion, just saying that a general's mansion can trample her to death like an ant.

She can't just die!

Song Wenxiu turned around and showed the words written on the desk, and a capital letter of ninja was clearly written on a piece of rice paper.

"You have to learn to endure, a knife on the head of the heart, how can you endure the word if you don't have a heart like a knife? I've endured it for the past ten years, what are these days? The next time you make a move, you have to think of a foolproof way to get yourself out of it unscathed. Song Wenxiu reluctantly put down the big pen in his hand and said: "In the future, I will discuss with my father-in-law, and I must not hit a stone with an egg like this today." ”

Jiang Xiaolou nodded, who is the egg? Who is the Stone? It's not sure yet, his Jiang family is like a nest of golden eggs, and her Jiang Xiaolou is just a rotten stone on the side of the road, smelly and hard. The reason why she didn't want Song Wenxiu to interfere was that she felt that she owed him too much in this life, and she couldn't afford to pay it back. If the Song Mansion is involved, she Jiang Xiaolou will not be a stone.

She can't, and the Song Mansion will also be pressed on this big gamble!

Hitting the egg with a stone, such a game, she is enough alone.