It's just that Duan Wuchen didn't expect that the first person Luo Jingsheng would find in Chang'an City would be him.

Looking at him again, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of obscurity in his eyes, which made Duan Wuchen unable to see his thoughts.

"Ben Hou is just a powerful Hou in the court, isn't the son looking for the wrong person?" Duan Wuchen said unhurriedly.

"Since I'm here, I won't find the wrong person."

Between his brows, there was an awe-inspiring brilliance. Duan Wangchen narrowed his eyes and asked him to sit down.

When Luo Jingsheng went out of Duan Wangchen's study, the sunlight had already set on the horizon, and layers of smoke and haze were revealed in the white clouds, and the entire Hou Gong's mansion was dyed with a layer of orange.

After Jiang Wanyin went to Zhuyun Garden yesterday and said those words, Song Qingge was full of restlessness when she stayed in the house, and Fu Rou had to help her go outside to relax.

After sitting in the garden for a long time, seeing that the sun was about to fall into the clouds, she took the robe in her hand and draped it on Song Qingge, and said softly, "Miss, it's time to go back." ”

Sensing that the temperature was gradually getting lower, Song Qingge nodded, "Hmm." She got up, and the two of them left the garden.

As soon as he walked out of the garden, he almost bumped into the man walking in front of him.

The foot wearing the embroidered shoes hurriedly retracted, and after the hem of the clothes swayed for a while, he saw the cloud pattern boots on the ground, Song Qingge lowered his head and stepped aside, "Childe, please first." ”

Luo Jingsheng's eyes fell on her, the woman in front of her was slender, her tone was soft, and her long eyelashes were still trembling, presumably it was the almost collision between the two that frightened her.

"It was Jingsheng who scared the girl, and I hope the girl will forgive me." A sound as warm as water came from overhead, like the strings being plucked softly, clear and beautiful.

Bowing his head at her slightly, Luo Jingsheng walked in front of her, and the tip of his nose smelled a clear fragrance, as if with a sense of familiarity.

It wasn't until the footsteps in his ears almost disappeared that Song Qingge raised his head and looked forward, only to see a white blue-sleeved robe and a crescent-colored brocade ribbon floating in the wind.

"Let's go."

Retracting her eyes, she turned her head to Furou and said.

Furou helped her through the bluestone path sprinkled with orange light and shadow.

When Jiang Wanyin entered the study with hot tea, Duan Wangchen still had a calm face, "My husband's face doesn't look very good, but what happened?" ”

He looked back, took the hot tea in her hand, and scolded her softly, "Your hand is just right, just leave these things to the next person to do, why bring it yourself." ”

"Yin'er is willing, and it is a blessing for Yin'er to be able to serve her husband." She pursed the corners of her lips and leaned gently into his arms.

Then, she raised her eyes again, and there seemed to be a trace of grievance in her watery eyes, "By the way, Yin'er went to Zhuyun Garden yesterday to visit Sister Qingge, but she didn't seem to welcome Yin'er, as soon as she saw Yin'er, she turned around and entered the house and closed the door." Husband, did you say that the incident last time made Sister Qingge misunderstand Yin'er? ”

"Is this the case?"

Duan Wangchen put down the cup in his hand and put his hand on her shoulder, a trace of doubt flashed on his face.

"But you can't blame Sister Qingge, she was punished by my grandmother because of me, and she will inevitably have some resentment towards me in her heart. Husband rest assured, Yin'er will not take it to heart. ”

She stared at him shallowly, her eyes were full of tenderness, and there was no trace of blaming Song Qingge.

A smile appeared on the corner of her angular lips, and Duan Wangchen's hand on her shoulder tightened slightly, "I didn't expect you, as the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, to be so understanding." The words were full of relief.

Jiang Wanyin held his sleeve and rubbed gently into his arms shyly.