Hou Gongfu, Zhuyun Yuan.

In the entire Hou Gong's Mansion, except for this deserted garden, there is a festive scene everywhere, full of guests, and it is very lively.

Song Qingge stood in the house, thinly clothed, looking at the light rain outside.

"Miss, why did you get up?"

The voice came from behind him, with obvious concern.

Fu Rou came in from outside the house with the boiled potion, and when she saw her standing in front of the window, she hurriedly put down the decoction in her hand, took out a robe and walked behind her, "You hurry up and put it on." ”

She draped her robe over Song Qingge and wrapped her clothes tightly.

"New lady, are you inside?" Her voice was dry, and her eyes were glazed.

Furou, who was still holding her robe, was stunned, and then whispered back to her, "Well, as soon as she and Hou Ye finished worshipping the hall, it rained lightly..."

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

After coughing a few times, her long eyelashes trembled violently, and she clenched her sleeves hard, "He finally broke his promise." ”

The hand that clenched her sleeve loosened little by little, and she returned to the chaise longue in despair, closing her eyes, two lines of tears sliding down the corners of her eyes.

Fu Rou wiped the tears from her cheeks with a silk handkerchief, her eyes were red, and after covering her with a blanket, she turned her face aside and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The steaming decoction that rested on the table became cold little by little.

The rain in the spring had been raining for almost the whole day, and when it got dark, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside.

"Master Hou..."

Furou stood in the doorway, her voice full of surprise.

Song Qingge's hand holding the scroll froze, the candlelight in the room flickered, and she raised her eyes to look forward, it was Duan Wangchen in a red robe. The faint candlelight reflected on his face, and his handsome face gradually changed from dark to bright, covering Song Qingge's eyes.

Duan Wangchen drank a lot of wine, and when he saw her, his slightly drunken eyes were full of smiles, "Ah Ge..." he walked towards her with a smile, his body swaying.

Song Qingge put down the scroll in his hand, looked at him, and hooked his pale lips, "It's a good candle night in the cave room, my cousin doesn't go to spend the Spring Festival with the new lady, what do you do in the deserted garden of Ah Ge?" ”

Hearing this, the smile in Duan Wangchen's eyes dissipated little by little, he held her soft wrist, and the bitterness in his throat was bitter, "Ah Ge! You know, I'm in trouble..."

"Bitter? I only know that marrying Jiang Wanyin didn't take my feelings into account at all! Song Qingge bit her lip, trying to break free from the wrist he was grabbing.

Duan Wangchen tightened his palms and pulled hard, trapping her in his arms, "I know, I know that you blame me for not resisting my grandmother's intention and marrying Yin'er, but as the only bloodline of the Duan family, everything must be done with the Duan family first." ”

He leaned on her shoulder and explained to her in a soft voice.

This was the first time he had appeared in her garden since the month of preparing for the family affair.

"But you said that you will only marry me alone in this life, and you will not marry the woman next to you again!" Her weak body struggled in his arms.

"I know how much you have been wronged..."

Duan Wangchen closed his eyes, and the gasp of wine wrapped around her neck.

There were two candles flickering in the hazy eyes, and finally, Song Qingge let go of the hand that was clenching his sleeve. The grievances he had suffered in the past few days turned into tears again, bursting out of his eyes and dripping on his red robe.

"Come on, stop crying."

Duan Wangchen coaxed, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, but at this time, a hurried voice came from outside, "Master Hou, the old lady said, it's time for you to go back to the room and enter the cave room with the new lady." ”

It is Jiang Wanyin's wedding maid, Ruxiang.

Duan Wangchen was stunned for a moment, his eyes staring at Song Qingge darkened in an instant, and his knotted hand fell from mid-air.

There was a deep and shallow helplessness between his eyebrows, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I'll come to see you tomorrow." ”

After saying that, the man went out of the house.

Song Qingge stayed where he was, looking at his departing back in a daze, and there were still tears on his cheeks that he hadn't wiped off.