"Miss, where have you been? Let the slave and maid be easy to find, but the slave and maid will be frightened. When Song Qingge walked back to the corner of the wall, Fu Rou was pacing back and forth with an anxious expression.

"I was a little bored here, so I walked around. Let's go back to the Hou Mansion first, and put Xi Po's in advance. ”

She lifted her feet and got into the carriage, and Furou chased after her and asked, "Why didn't you check?" The slave saw that she was going back to the house. ”

Song Qingge curled the corners of her lips at her, and the corners of her eyes lifted lightly, "Don't worry, I have my own way." ”

Furou pursed her lips and had to swallow the words back into her stomach.

In the distance, Luo Jingsheng stood in the corner, watching the carriage in front of him disappear little by little.

Returning to Zhuyun Garden from the back door, Song Qingge asked Furou to call two maids, both of whom were working in the back kitchen, and would go outside the house to buy ingredients on weekdays.

After giving each of them a piece of silver, she opened her mouth to tell them a few words, and the two maids quietly retreated.

A few days later, Duan Wangchen, who had finished his meal from the Yongle Pavilion, happened to hear a few gossips from the maids, saying that the last wedding banquet between the Hou Ye and the second lady, the Xi Po sent to the mansion had a spacious mansion in the market of Chang'an City.

If these words came from the mouths of the subordinates next to the mansion, Duan Wangchen would not take it to heart, but it came from the back kitchen, and his doubts in his heart could not be dispelled, so he sent the servant out to verify.

At that time, Jiang Wanyin was rushing to Zhuyun Garden in a hurry, and there was such news in the house for no reason, and Song Qingge must not be able to get rid of it.

"Song Qingge!"

When Duan Wangchen was not there, she was as arrogant as ever, and before she came to see Song Qingge, the voice had already reached her ears.

"How did my sister have time to come to my deserted garden today?" She walked out of the corridor and looked at her with cold eyes.

"The matter of Xi Po is clearly a bitter plan that you want to slander my envoy, and now you have sent people to spread these rumors, what do you mean?"

Jiang Wanyin stood in front of her, arrogant.

"My sister also said that it was a rumor, so why are you panicking?" She raised an eyebrow, a little more contemptuous in her eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense with me, you made this matter up by yourself. Even if you make such a play, do you think Brother Chen will still believe what you say? ”

Her confidence is still very strong.

Song Qingge glanced at her lightly, "Whether my cousin believes it or not, naturally it is not Ah Ge's final say." ”

"You! ...”

Jiang Wanyin stared at her viciously, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Outside, there was a rush of footsteps, "Master Hou, you slow down..."

A trace of cunning flashed under Jiang Wanyin's eyes, and her body shook and fell to the ground, almost falling down the steps.

"What are you doing here?"

Song Qingge took a step back and looked at her puzzled.

She endured the pain and raised her head to explain, "Sister, I can't be blamed for this, I really don't know why there are such rumors in the house?" ...”

"Yin'er!"

When Duan Wangchen arrived, he happened to see her figure falling to the ground. He ran over and lifted her up from the ground, his face full of concern.

"Smack!"

A crisp slap landed on Song Qingge's cheek.

There was a piercing pain on her face, and her stunned eyes saw the extremely familiar dark purple robe, "Cousin..."

She looked up, hot tears falling down.

"I didn't expect your heart to become so vicious! Eight years! Eight years have passed, and I still can't warm your heart! ”

Duan Wangchen looked at her with no more pity in his eyes, only hatred and disgust.

Song Qingge's throat was blocked in pain, his lips and teeth moved, but he couldn't say anything. This is the first time Duan Wangchen has beaten her, and the person who used to frown even if she accidentally broke her fingers actually started beating her.

Her body was shaking.

Wang hurriedly came from behind, and pointed at her from a distance and scolded, "Chen'er risked his life to rescue you, but I never thought that you would repay him like this!" ”

The dragon head crutch in her hand hit Song Qingge on the back fiercely.

With a muffled snort of pain, she retreated, and a bloodshot overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Duan Wangchen stood in front of her, with a cold face and angry waves in his eyes. Jiang Wanyin was protected by him in his arms, and she was weak.

It wasn't until Rue Xiang stepped forward with the thugs who wanted to offend her in the backyard last time that she vaguely realized what was going on.

"Master Hou, the slave has already asked, it is his mouth that leaked when he was drunk in the tavern, and it was spread to everyone in the tavern." Rue Xiang asked him to kneel in front of Duan Wangchen.

"Master Hou, those things are all done by the second lady who asked the little ones, and they don't matter about the small things." The thug's body trembled uncontrollably, begging for mercy.

"Do you still recognize him?"

Duan Wangchen pointed to the man on the ground and asked Song Qingge in a cold voice.

Song Qingge's eyes were glazed, his mouth was bloodshot, he chuckled, and asked him rhetorically, "Does my cousin think that I let him ruin his reputation, and then blame my sister together?" ”

"He colluded with Xi Po to admit that you had instructed them to do these things, and then let them blame Yin'er. If it weren't for the news that the Xi Po had a spacious mansion in Chang'an City a few days ago, I wouldn't have known that you would be able to do such a vicious thing in order to harm Yin'er! Don't hesitate, don't hesitate to lose your name! ”

Duan Wangchen said to her one by one, full of anger.

"If I say I haven't done any of these things, can you believe me?" Song Qingge finally looked at him, his eyes were full of loss, and he couldn't find a trace of affection before.

"Shut up! Chen'er is already very tolerant if he doesn't expel you from the Hou Mansion, and you still want to shirk responsibility?! The Wang family trembled with anger, she married Duan Wangchen, even if she was just a concubine, but the humiliation of her reputation was equivalent to the humiliation of the Duan family.

Duan Wangchen let go of Jiang Wanyin, walked up to her, and asked her word by word, "Since you still have him in your heart, why do you keep saying that you want to marry me?" ”

Song Qingge blinked weakly, and his tone was weak, "At the beginning, I really wanted to marry you, and the words I said were all with true feelings, and there was no deception. ”

"Oh, ridiculous!"

Duan Wangchen thought of the gorse she had carefully sandwiched in the scroll, snorted coldly, turned around and carried the Wang family out of her Zhuyun Garden.

Jiang Wanyin curled the corners of her lips smugly, this time she won completely.

The group left, and the garden fell silent.

She lifted her eyelids and nearly passed out.

Furou held her up, cried and took her back to the house.

"Miss, the slave is going to get you medicine." Let her sit down, Fu Rou hurriedly went to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find medicine for her. When she lifted the shirt from her back, she saw only a terrible bruise, with blood stains.

"You bear with it...", her eyes were red, she glanced at Song Qingge, gritted her teeth and sprinkled the medicinal powder in her hand on her back, causing her to gasp in pain.

"How so? I thought that the Hou Ye would know the ins and outs of this matter if he knew that Xi Po had a mansion, but why did it fall on your head? ”

Furou carefully lowered her shirt.

"Yes, we have been calculated." Thinking of the last time he met Luo Jingsheng outside the mansion, Song Qingge's eyes sank a little.