Duan Wangchen glanced at her, and then didn't continue to walk inside.

"Now that the injuries on your body have healed, and the Hou Ye has a gap with the eldest lady, and a heart is on you, why are you still unwilling to settle the one hundred taels promised to the old slave? If it weren't for the urgent need of medical treatment for the children in the family, the old slave would never dare to come here to find you..."

The woman knelt and cried more and more violently.

"Presumptuous, when did my young lady tell you to do these things, if you are so unreasonable again, I will call someone to bomb you away!"

Furou stepped forward and scolded her unceremoniously.

"This paper is clearly written in black and white, don't you even recognize it?!" Xi Po took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and held it in front of the two of them.

Furou wanted to snatch the white paper, but she was protected in her arms and shouted: "You want to destroy the credentials, no way!" ”

"You bring it, bring it!" Furou was in a hurry, so he pulled with her.

After hearing Xi Po's words, Duan Wangchen's face had already sunk, and when he heard such a noise inside, he couldn't help it anymore, and rushed in directly.

"Stop!"

He screamed and stood in front of the two of them rolling on the ground and pulling.

"Cousin, cousin..."

Song Qingge took a step back slightly, looking at Duan Wuchen who suddenly appeared in Zhuyun Yuan in a panic.

"Master Hou..."

Fu Rou hurriedly cleaned up the torn clothes on her body, stood up and stepped aside.

"Take it out!" He only glanced at Song Qingge, and then scolded Xi Po who was kneeling on the ground.

Xi Po trembled and handed him the white paper in his hand, then kowtowed to him and pleaded: "I implore the Hou Ye to be the master of the old slave and save the life of the child in the old slave's family..."

What fell on the white paper was indeed Song Qingge's handwriting.

He wouldn't be mistaken.

"What's going on?"

After reading it, Duan Wangchen spread the paper in front of her eyes, and there was no trace of softness on Junxiu's face.

"Cousin, this wasn't written by Ah Ge, Ah Ge has never done anything like this..."Glancing at the handwriting on it, Song Qingge immediately shook his head and denied it.

"Do you still want to say that Yin'er did it?"

Jiang Wanyin has been back to the Prime Minister's Mansion for so many days, and it is impossible to order Xi Po to do these things. No wonder Jiang Wanyin refused to admit this matter for a long time, it was really not her who did it.

"It's really not, it wasn't Ah Ge who did it..."At this moment, apart from shaking his head and denying it, Song Qingge couldn't think of any other way.

Jiang Wanyin stepped forward and gently held Duan Wangchen's wrist, her face was embarrassed, "Husband, maybe Sister Qingge has something to do..."

Looking at Jiang Wanyin's appearance of pretending to be kind to speak for herself, Song Qingge twisted her eyebrows, pointed at her and said, "I know, it must be you, it was you who colluded with Xi Po to slander this matter on my head, isn't it?!" ”

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyin was stunned, and looked at her with slightly wide innocent eyes, "Sister Qingge, what are you talking about?" ”

Seeing her look of asking Jiang Wanyin, the anger between Duan Wangchen's eyebrows became more and more obvious, and he raised the white paper in his hand, "Okay, I'll just ask you, is the handwriting on this paper yours?" ”

His eyes fell on the handwriting on it, Song Qingge bit his lip, and his heart fluctuated, "The handwriting on it is indeed similar to mine, but I ask myself if I wrote it!" ”

Seeing the scroll on the stone table, Jiang Wanyin picked up the scroll and opened it, matching it with the handwriting on the paper, "Husband, this handwriting is really the same as my sister's." ”

As she put the scroll down, a withered gorse fell from the pages to the ground.

Along with the gorse falling, it was Duan Wangchen's angry eyes.

Seeing the gorse falling to the ground, Song Qingge's eyes froze, and his eyes were full of panic.

A thin smile appeared on the corner of his lips, Duan Wangchen raised his head and slowly walked in front of her, his angry eyes gently swept over her unmatched complexion, "It turns out that you have been treating me like this for so many years." There was a piercing chill in his words.

Anyone can lie to him, but she can't!

There was a flash of anger in his deep eyes, and he threw the white paper he was holding in his hand into her face, and walked away.

A gust of wind blew, Song Qingge closed his eyes tightly, and the skin scratched by the white paper left a red mark.

Jiang Wanyin sneered, and whispered in her ear to leave a sentence, "Dare to rob a man with me Jiang Wanyin, and don't weigh how many catties and taels you have." ”

After a long time, Song Qingge narrowed her eyebrows and slowly opened the corners of her lips, "Anyway, I have already married my cousin as I wished, my sister's trick can hide from my cousin for a while, is it possible that I can hide it from him for a lifetime?" ”

"Hmph, then you can wait and see!" Glancing at her with disdain, Jiang Wanyin left in front of her with a victorious attitude.

By the way, I stepped on the gorse on the ground.

Song Qingge glared at her and clenched his fingers.

When everyone was gone, she bent down, picked up the gorse from the ground, brushed the dust off it, and held it tightly in her hand.

"Miss, your face?"

Furou sniffled, crouched down and asked her in a whisper.

She only held the gorse in her arms and sobbed softly.

Three days later, Song Qingge thought that Duan Wangchen's anger should have almost disappeared, so he got up and went to Qiuqian Garden. When I walked in, I happened to meet him and Jiang Wanyin by the pool, and their slender ten fingers gently plucked the strings.

Jiang Wanyin wore a light purple mist tulle skirt, dancing to the sound of the piano, and the beads on her head swayed gently with her posture, lining her delicate and lovely.

After the dance, she slid into Duan Wangchen's arms.

"Miss, Master Hou, did he forget about you?!" Fu Rou was unbearable, Song Qingge almost didn't eat or drink in the past three days, but he didn't expect Duan Wuchen to live so chicly.

"Let's go back first." She turned around, unwilling to see the two of us not far away.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Wanyin raised her eyes and called her, "Sister Qingge is here, why don't you come and sit down and talk to us?" ”

Her eyes were dyed with a layer of loss, and she had no choice but to turn around.

"Cousin, sister."

She lowered her eyes and called out in a proper manner.

"Don't worry, I have asked someone to help you pay her the one hundred taels of silver from Xi Po, and she will not come to you again in the future."

Jiang Wanyin lay in Duan Wangchen's arms and said lightly.

"But I didn't..." she just opened her mouth to explain, but was interrupted by Duan Wangchen, "That's it, if you don't have anything to do, go back." He lowered his head, and buried his lips and teeth in Jiang Wanyin's smooth and delicate gooseneck.

"Hmm..."

Jiang Wan groaned in a low voice.

His eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and Song Qingge quickly turned around and ran out of the Autumn Garden.

"Miss..."Fu Rou followed after him.

Running into the garden, she fell on the guardrail and began to cry aloud.

Feeling that the footsteps outside had disappeared, Duan Wangchen let go of his hand and put Jiang Wanyin out of his arms.

Jiang Wanyin's face was covered with a layer of gloom, and her throat choked, "Yin'er knows that she can't compare to the weight of Sister Qingge in her husband's mind, if her husband feels ashamed of Sister Qingge, he can abandon Yin'er and find her at any time." ”

Duan Wangchen retracted his lost eyes and grinned at her, "I'm tired, let's go into the house to rest." So he got up and went into the house.

He is just playing on the spot.

Jiang Wanyin froze in place, reached out and stroked his aching neck, touched his fingertips, and frowned.

Rue stepped forward and whispered in her ear, "Madam, the affairs of those thugs in the market have become eyebrow-raised. Her furrowed brow only widened slightly.