Chapter 21: The slave and maid did not see anyone

"Slave, slave really doesn't know..."

Before stepping into the door of Qiuqian Garden, Jiang Wanyin heard Ruxiang's cry.

Seeing Rue Xiang kneeling in front of Duan Wangchen, her face was swollen, a panic flashed on her face, and after calming her mind, she stepped forward and asked him, "Husband, what are you doing?" What did Rue Xiang do? ”

"You taught the maid yourself, what did she do, you don't know?!" Duan Wangchen scolded her sharply, with anger on his face.

Jiang Wan pursed her lips, with grievances in her eyes, "Yin'er really doesn't know what her husband means?" ...”

"Waiter, bring Xi Po up!"

After coming out of Zhuyun Garden, he asked the servant to find today's Xi Po, and after asking for a long time, she confessed that the wedding dress she took to Song Qingge was given to her by Ruxiang.

"Big lady, when the old slave got the wedding dress from Rue Xiang, she did say that it was ordered by you." Xi Po knelt in front of the two of them, trembling and repeating what she had said to Duan Wangchen.

"What else do you have to say this time?!"

The anger on Duan Wangchen's face was even stronger, he could bear the things she did to Song Qingge in the past, but today was the day when Song Qingge married him, but she did this kind of thing under his nose, making him feel that she was lawless in this Hou Mansion, and she didn't take him in her eyes at all!

"Yin'er hasn't done it before!"

She bit her lip and didn't let go.

"Okay, if you don't recognize me, you will wait until you think of it, and then enter this Autumn Garden!" He flicked his sleeves, and a red robe flashed past her eyes.

Jiang Wanyin stared at his distant figure, did not open his mouth to stay, and the lips that were still bitten tightly unfolded a little, outlining a yin owl smile.

"Madam, Master Hou really believed it."

Rue wiped tears from her face, stood up and whispered in her ear.

Jiang Wanyin turned her face and looked at Xi Po, who was still kneeling on the ground, "You did a good job, you just need to wait for my news if you want to do it in the future." ”

"Yes."

Xi Po answered.

Rue Xiang took out a bag of silver taels from her sleeve and handed it to her, "After doing a good job, the eldest lady will naturally be rewarded." ”

"Mrs. Xie!" The Xi Po took the money and went away ecstatically.

"It's a pity that those thugs in the market missed today, and now they are nowhere to be found." Rue Xiang said worriedly.

Jiang Wanyin held the silk handkerchief in her hand and told her, "Be sure to find out what's going on, and there must be no mistakes!" ”

During the day, she took all the roads from Zhuyunyuan to the main hall, but who knew that this would be self-defeating.

"Yes."

Rue incense came down in response.

In the middle of the night, the medicine Xu is drink worked, Song Qingge had been sweating, Duan Wangchen stayed in front of her bed, and personally helped her wipe the beads of sweat from the corners of her forehead.

The day of marriage made her suffer like this, which made him blame himself very much.

On the second day, it was already afternoon when Song Qingge fans woke up in a daze.

"Miss, you're awake." Seeing her open her eyes, Furou hurriedly bent down and helped her up.

After she sat down, Fu Rou spoke again, "Master Hou accompanied you all night last night, and this will be cooking porridge for you." ”

Song Qingge nodded slightly, and after a moment, she blinked her slightly curled eyelashes, looked at her and asked, "After you came back from looking for your husband yesterday, did you meet anyone?" ”

Fu Rou thought for a moment, then shook her head, "The slave didn't see anyone. ”

"And where did you find me?" She continued to ask.

"It's very strange to say, the slave didn't find the young lady on the corridor, so she hurriedly ran back to Zhuyun Garden, and saw that the young lady was already lying on the soft couch, and the slave didn't think much about it, thinking that you came back by yourself."

Furou poured her a glass of water and asked her to moisten her throat.

Song Qingge lowered her brows, and the tip of her nose seemed to linger with the fragrance she smelled yesterday. The fragrance is obviously like the fragrance of gorse.