After the sky darkened, Duan Wangchen took Jiang Wanyin back to her Qiuqian Garden.

"Miss, it's already time, let's rest first." Seeing that Duan Wangchen would not come to Zhuyun Yuan again tonight, Furou opened his mouth to persuade Song Qingge.

"Is it already time?"

The faint candlelight reflected in her eyes, and that glimmer of anticipation was dispelled.

"Hmm." Furou nodded and helped her walk to the edge of the soft couch.

In the dream, she returned to the time when she had just been picked up by Duan Wangchen and returned to the house.

At that time, there had just been an accident in the Song Palace, and she was still immersed in the grief of losing the whole door and being destroyed. And the Wang family strongly objected to Duan Wuchen getting close to her, which meant that she would be left to fend for herself in the mansion.

But Duan Wangchen was unwilling, and after finishing the homework left by his husband every day, he would still go to Zhuyun Garden to find her, take her to the garden to catch butterflies, feed fish, and fly kites.

Later, she learned that he had saved himself at the risk of severing the relationship with the Wang family.

Gradually, this person she didn't care about before became her most important person.

Somehow, she came to a new room with big red wedding characters hanging in front of the window, and the embroidered bed was covered with a red brocade quilt, and the bride covered with red veil sat obediently on the edge of the bed.

Duan Wangchen stood in front of the bride, with a rich softness between his eyebrows, he raised his hand and gently lifted the bride's red veil.

The bride dressed in red slowly raised her head, her eyes shining like a pool of autumn water.

It's Jiang Wanyin!

This time, Song Qingge saw the bride's face clearly.

"No, don't, don't!"

With an exclamation, Song Qingge woke up from his dream.

"Miss!" Hearing the screams, Furou hurriedly pushed open the door and walked to the edge of the soft couch to see that her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Wring it out with a towel dipped in water, Furou wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

"Miss, the slave will go to make you a bowl of ginseng tea for a peaceful sleep." She's been sleeping so badly lately that she's either unable to sleep or having nightmares.

"No need." She got down from the soft couch, "Let's go over and say hello to my grandmother first." ”

"Yes."

Furou had no choice but to give up.

After please, Wang took a sip of tea, raised his eyes and looked at her, "In the future, Yin'er will give birth to an heir to our Duan family, and the incense will be extended, you had better stay away from the dust during this time, I don't want him to be distracted." ”

Song Qingge stood with his head down, his fingers clutching the silk handkerchief, "Ah Ge has written it down." ”

"Let's go down."

Wang waved her back impatiently.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked out of Yongle Pavilion, she met Duan Wangchen and Jiang Wanyin outside the pavilion.

Seeing her, Jiang Wanyin had a little smile on her face, she let go of the hand holding Duan Wangchen and stepped forward and said, "It's just right to meet Sister Qingge here, the plaster I wanted to bring you last time, this will be just right for you." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Rue Xiang stepped forward with a few bottles of plaster, "Miss Cousin, as soon as Madame heard that your hand was cut, she instructed the slave maid to prepare a plaster for you, and instructed the slave and maid to carry it at all times, and I hope you can accept this wish of Madame." ”

Obviously, the master and servant came prepared.

Seeing her pretending like this, Song Qingge raised her eyebrows, picked up the plaster, and said unceremoniously: "It's okay, last time Sister Wanyin knocked over the plaster that my cousin gave me, and I will return it to you today." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyin was stunned, and her eyes were covered with a layer of gloom, "If Sister Qingge has a grudge against me, she will say it directly, why do you need to slander me like this?" ”

In the words, there was a faint hint of grievance.

A cold smile spread on Song Qingge's lips, and he took a step closer and said coldly: "I slandered you? In vain, you came from a famous family, but I didn't expect that you were just a master who dared to secretly release sharp arrows! ”