When Duan Wangchen came back from the palace, it was already dark.

The waiter carried the orange lamp in his hand and led him to the Autumn Garden. He opened his mouth and said, "Go to Zhuyun Yuan first." ”

"Yes."

The waiter bowed his head and turned around.

"Ah Ge." As soon as he walked into the house and saw his slender body shrouded in candlelight, Duan Wangchen couldn't wait to call her.

Song Qingge's eyes flashed, but he didn't answer him.

"What's wrong with the corners of your lips?"

Walking in front of her, Duan Wangchen saw the corners of her lips that were still faintly red. She twisted her face to the side, unwilling to let his hand touch.

"Master Hou, you are finally here. Today, when Mrs. came to the lady's room, the maid Rue Xiang beside her knocked over the lady's ginseng tea without saying anything, which burned the corners of the lady's lips. ”

Fu Rou spoke quickly and told everything that happened today.

Song Qingge didn't stop her, only lowered her head, and her long eyelashes moved back and forth. After listening to this, Duan Wangchen withdrew his eyes and fell on Song Qingge, who was full of displeasure.

"Have you ever given your young lady any medicine?"

He crouched down and gently stroked the corners of her reddened lips with his fingers.

"It's already been brushed."

Furou twisted his sleeves and stepped back lightly.

"Does it still hurt?"

He faded away from the indifferent look of the day, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Song Qingge blinked, his throat was faintly astringent, but he didn't look at him, "This time, do you believe what I said outside the Yongle Pavilion today?" ”

Duan Wangchen put his hand on the back of her hand and sat down beside her, "Fool, I naturally believe what you say. It's just that now that Yin'er has entered the door, and my grandmother protects her in everything, if I don't make a good appearance in front of her, I'm afraid she will have to embarrass you in the future. ”

Hearing his heart-warming explanation, Song Qingge raised his eyes, a little silhouette fell from his eyelashes, looked at him and asked, "Really?" ”

Her fair and dexterous face was covered with a layer of orange light, Duan Wangchen smiled with a smile in his eyes, raised his hand and stroked her cheek, "Naturally, it's true." I have already thought about it on the way back from the palace, and in a little while, I will mention our family affairs to my grandmother, so that she will accept you completely. ”

Finally, he said what she had wanted to ask him all these days.

However, her long eyelashes trembled, "But what did the emperor say to you?" ”

"The emperor has forgiven you a long time ago, marrying you is my intention, and it has nothing to do with the emperor." He smiled and stroked her hair.

They have been dependent on each other for so many years, and she should have known his affection for her a long time ago, and she should not attribute all the fault to him alone.

"Cousin, it's Ah Ge who misunderstood you."

The tip of Song Qingge's nose was sour, and she leaned into his arms. Her heart was warm, she sniffed and greedily drilled into his arms.

Outside, a dark shadow slipped away.

"Madam, Master Hou, as soon as he came back, he went to Zhuyun Garden." Rue Xiang ran back from outside, looking panicked.

"He really went to that slut!" Jiang Wanyin gritted her teeth, and her hands resting on the table were clenched tightly.

"Master Hou also said that he would mention to the old lady his relationship with the cousin in a few days..."Rue Xiang lowered her head, not daring to look at her.

"What did you say?!" Jiang Wanyin's face was full of anger, and she stood up and glared at her in disbelief.

Rue Xiang bit her lip, "It's true, the slave heard it very true..."

"Bang!" With a bang, she leaned down and knocked down the cup on the table, "Slut!" Slut! She yelled, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.

Rue hurriedly crouched down and picked up the debris on the ground.

If it weren't for the people who put it on the tip of their hearts, how could they live so comfortably in this house alone for so many years?

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanyin sat back on the brocade stool. After a while, she faded the anger on her face, slowly curled her hair in a bun with her hands, and said to Rue Xiang, who was still cleaning up the pieces: "Yes, you have to clean up these eyesore, so that your husband will not come back and be angry." ”

After she finished speaking, a smile spread on the corner of her lips, full of viciousness.