Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps ahead.

"You, who are you?" Song Qingge couldn't see the people in front of her clearly, and only vaguely saw a few figures swaying in front of her eyes.

"Little lady, why are you still here alone after worshipping, is it possible that your husband doesn't want you? Why don't we take care of you? ”

The men in front of her were vulgar in front of her, not like the subordinates of the house, but like the gangsters outside.

"You dare to sneak into the Hou Mansion without permission, I am the cousin of the Hou Mansion, if you dare to touch me, I will not spare you?!"

Song Qingge's whole body was paralyzed, and he threatened them in a cold voice.

Rue Xiang, who was hiding behind the rockery, saw that the men came forward to surround her, snorted coldly, and left in a hurry while there was no one around.

"Really? Then how many of us really want to taste it?! The thugs became more and more arrogant, and approached her step by step.

"You guys, don't come here..."

Song Qingge supported the guardrail with his hand and moved back a little.

But such a threat was useless, and the palpitating laughter echoed in her ears, causing a cold sweat to form behind her back, and tears of fear rolled in her eyes.

"She's also something you can tarnish?!" Just as those dirty hands were about to touch her, a cold and frosty sound sounded in her ears.

Song Qingge opened his eyes, and his vision through the red gauze was covered by a piece of white clothes, and he only saw a huge figure.

Then, he closed his tired eyes.

"Childe, leave it to me here!"

Yu Feng handed the medicine in his hand to Luo Jingsheng, and in an instant, he was in front of him, fighting with the thugs who rushed towards him.

Luo Jingsheng leaned down and picked up Song Qingge from the guardrail, she was slender, like a ball of cotton lying quietly in his arms.

He stared at the face under the red veil, a thousand words rolled between his bottomless eyes, but his throat was choked by something, and finally he only said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you back." ”

Song Qingge leaned on his arms, and in the haze, he seemed to smell the fragrance of gorse.

"Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao..."

A murmur sounded in his arms, but he didn't hear it.

After the sky darkened and the guests gradually dispersed, Duan Wangchen hurried to her Zhuyun Garden, where she met Fu Rou cleaning the medicine bottle on the table.

"How is the second lady?" He walked briskly into the room.

"Miss, she's already rested after taking the medicine, but..." Furou bit her lip, and didn't dare to say the rest of the words.

Duan Wangchen walked to the edge of her soft couch, and saw that her face was still covered with red veil, and there was a burst of pity on her face, she still refused to take off the red veil after looking like this.

Fu Rou walked behind him and said distressedly, "Miss said that you can't take off the red yarn until the Hou Ye comes over, and no one can touch it." ”

Duan Wangchen sat down beside her, lifted the red veil on her face, and there was a hint of pity on her handsome face, "Today's matter, what is going on?" ”

"Miss's wedding dress was drugged, and as soon as she wore it on her body, it hurt and itched, and her skin was even more frighteningly red. But the young lady endured it all the way, thinking about waiting for the Hou Ye to finish worshipping the hall before taking off the wedding dress. ”

Furou's eyes were red, and she told him everything she liked to wear.

Duan Wangchen pulled up Song Qingge's sleeves, and her wrists were still reddened piece by piece. His dark eyes were full of pity, and the dim yellow candlelight cast a dim silhouette on his thick eyelashes.