Duan Wangchen glanced at her and put down the peach blossom cake in his hand, "How do you say this?" ”

"You said that it was the fourth prince who saw your pious attitude, which fulfilled our family affairs. But the last time I visited the church with you, I gave tea to the four princes, but he never took the cup. ”

She frowned, her face puzzled.

His eyes fell on the scroll on the desk, Duan Wangchen paused for a moment, and said: "You and I are indeed not all dependent on the four princes, the person who really helps us is the son of Wuluan Mountain. ”

"Didn't he come to Chang'an City to help the future monarch of Yan Kingdom ascend to the throne? Could it be that he has a relationship with your cousin? ”

Song Qingge has heard of the matter of falling Jingsheng.

"He does have some friendship with me, and now that your injuries are healed, it's time to take you to his house to thank you." He curled up the knuckles of his fingers on the table, his eyes slightly dark.

She lowered her brows, pondered for a moment and then spoke, "It's okay, he has helped us so much, you and I should thank him in person." ”

"I'm going to prepare more peach blossom cakes and give them to the young man tomorrow." Song Qingge raised the corners of his lips, let go of the hand that was holding him, and hurriedly walked out.

Duan Wangchen stared at her departing back, and when he thought of the silk handkerchief embroidered with the word "Xiao", he felt a burst of worry in his heart.

Back then, the young lady of Song Wangfu and the young master of Xiao Wangfu were good friends, and the figure of them flying kites and chasing kites together still vaguely appeared in his mind.

On the second day, the peach blossom cake was prepared, and Song Qingge grabbed Duan Wangchen's wrist and got into the carriage.

When they arrived at Changle Mansion, Yu Feng was already waiting outside, and he led the two of them to the Guan Ju Pavilion where Jingsheng fell. Song Qingge ordered Furou to take the good things and follow behind her.

When he arrived at the pavilion, as soon as he saw the white clothes and blue sleeves, Song Qingge remembered the man he almost bumped into in the garden last time.

"It's him," she murmured to herself.

"Childe, the Hou Ye and the second lady are here." There was a sound behind him, and the wind stepped aside.

Luo Jingsheng turned around slowly, and what caught his eyes was Song Qingge in a goose-yellow smoke gauze skirt, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, and her face turned a few times, and there seemed to be a trace of hesitation flashing in her eyes, and she disappeared in just a moment.

"Master Hou, Second Lady." He lowered his head and seated them both.

Slightly stunned, Song Qingge hurriedly called Furou, "Bring the peach blossom cake I prepared for Luo Gongzi." ”

"Yes." Fu Rou responded and presented the peach blossom cake in his hand.

Looking at the delicate pastries on the table, Luo Jingsheng's heart swelled with a sense of loss, and his eyes fell on Song Qingge's white ten fingers, "I didn't expect the second lady's craftsmanship to be so good." "With such dexterous hands, did you abandon your favorite female celebrity and cook soup and pastries for the man next to you?

Larynx, slightly astringent.

"Childe has helped me and Brother Chen so much, this is just a little bit of Ah Ge's care, and I don't know if it suits Childe's appetite."

After she finished speaking, her eyes fell on Duan Wangchen, and his shadow was full of eyes.

With the corners of her mouth gently raised, Luo Jingsheng reached out and picked up a piece of pastry, which melted into his mouth, and a sour sour sour slipped down his throat, making him feel a sore bloating stomach.

"Can it still meet the child's appetite?"

Retracting his eyes, Song Qingge asked him cautiously.

A smile spread out at the corner of Luo Jingsheng's mouth, "This peach blossom cake is sweet in the mouth, and the belly seems to be full of peach blossom fragrance, which is very much Jingsheng's heart." ”

Song Qingge opened the corners of his lips at this time, but he didn't know that there was a strong smell of blood that slipped into his throat.