During the time when Song Qingge was recuperating in his body, Duan Wangchen often went in and out of Zhuyun Garden, and he didn't even enter the door of Qiuyun Garden once.

Jiang Wanyin didn't come to beg him, but the Wang family came to him a few times. The power of the Jiang family should not be underestimated, and after the Wang family came to grind his mouth these few times, he also relented.

When she walked into the courtyard of Qiuqian Garden, Jiang Wanyin was stroking the qin, and there was a trace of sadness in the sound of the qin.

Seeing Duan Wangchen come back, she stood up from the brocade stool in a daze and called out, "Husband." There was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

She hadn't seen her for a while, but she had lost some weight.

"You still don't recognize the matter of liking?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked about it.

Jiang Wanyin twisted her eyebrows, her face was full of loss, "I said that I haven't done it, why does my husband only believe what Sister Qingge said, and don't believe Yin'er for half a point?" ”

There was no trace of panic in her eyes, Duan Wangchen raised her eyebrows, "But you always said that you want to drive Ah Ge out of the Hou Mansion, right?" ”

At this moment, a trace of panic appeared on Jiang Wanyin's white cheeks, and she pinched the silk handkerchief in her hand, "That's because as soon as I entered the door, I heard the people in the house gossip about Sister Qingge and her husband's childhood sweetheart, and I said such things in front of her in a fit of anger, but Yin'er asked herself if she had never done anything out of the ordinary to her." ”

Her words were extremely sincere, and there was not a trace of flaw in her words.

A trace of hesitation passed through Duan Wangchen's heart, he lowered his brows, and did not question her again.

"Husband, you haven't been here for a long time, and I want to come to Qingge's sister's injury is almost healed, can't you stay with Yin'er tonight?"

Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, Jiang Wanyin stepped forward and gently pulled his sleeve, begging him softly.

Her face was full of grievances, and there was a hint of pity and pity.

Duan Wangchen stared at her and took her hand, "I won't stay here until this matter is clarified." After that, he didn't turn his head back out of the Autumn Garden.

"Master Hou, because of the matter of the eldest lady, Prime Minister Jiang Cheng has already spoken to you several times, if it weren't for the four princes to suppress it for you, you would definitely be punished by the emperor, why bother to make the relationship with the eldest lady so stiff?"

The waiter knew that Duan Wangchen was a straight man, but if the relationship between him and Jiang Wanyin continued to stalemate, maybe Jiang Hechi would charge him again.

"Squire, do you know what I like most about her?" Duan Wangchen suddenly stopped and stood with his hands in his hands.

The waiter shook his head, "The slave is ignorant and doesn't know." In his eyes, he only knew that Miss Biao was born Zhong Lingjun and had a gentle temperament.

"It's the way she looks at me." Every time it was with sincerity, he would not forget how many days and nights she was by his side and let him sleep tightly with her.

There was a glint of light in his deep eyes, with endless restraints.

"Cousin?"

In the evening, when he saw Duan Wangchen's figure, Song Qingge's eyes flashed with surprise. She wore a carmine satin shirt with jet-black silk draped over her shoulders.

Duan Wangchen grinned at her and asked her dotingly, "Have you drunk the medicine?" ”

"Fang Cai Furou has already served me to drink." She leaned against the head of the bed and moved in to make room for him.

Duan Wuchen took her into his arms and let her lean on his shoulder, his fingers wrapped around her green silk, and when the candlelight was extinguished, he finally asked, "Ah Ge, have you ever lied to me after staying with me for so long?" ”