A trace of consternation crossed Duan Wangchen's eyes, and the next moment he was covered by a thick anger, "Ah Ge, are you doing it with me for him?" ”

"Aren't you also doing it with me for Jiang Wanyin?"

Song Qingge stared at him tightly, and his heart was full of anger. How could she not have noticed that the person in front of her was so cautious and cautious.

"That's different, I beat you because you don't know your duty as a concubine, in this Hou Mansion, Yin'er is the main room. And you, always a concubine! ”

Her heart was suffocated, his words almost made Song Qingge unable to breathe, the corners of her lips spread a little, and she smiled sadly, "If it weren't for you standing in front of me so sincerely at this moment, I couldn't believe that you would say such a thing to me." Cousin, do you really think so? ”

Duan Wangchen Xu realized that what he said was too heavy, so he lowered his eyes angrily and did not look at her.

"Let's go."

She bowed her head and sat down on the brocade bench.

He raised his head, his tone still full of dissatisfaction, "Today is the death day of the Song Palace, I know you are sad, but you shouldn't..."

"Bang!"

Song Qingge grabbed a plate of peach blossom cakes on the table, threw it to the ground, and splashed all over the ground.

"Is that enough?"

Her eyes were full of sadness, and seeing that he didn't speak, she grabbed another plate, "Bang! The ground fell to the ground with a thud, "Is it enough?" ”

Duan Wangchen clenched his hands and walked out of the room angrily.

The candlelight was dim, and his figure was unusually cold.

When Fu Rou entered the room to clean up the remaining debris on the ground, she saw that she was looking at the candle flame on the table lonely, the dim yellow halo dyed a halo of light, and in her eyes, there were only these two dim candle flames.

Furou lowered her head and silently cleaned up, not daring to make a sound.

"Why is the husband so angry?" Jiang Wanyin saw Duan Wangchen coming back from outside in anger, and hurriedly walked up to grab his arm.

"Ah Ge is really getting more and more unpleasant!" As soon as he sat down, he slapped the table.

Jiang Wanyin hurriedly sat down beside him and stroked his back with her hand, "Sister, she may complain that you haven't been going to see her often these days, so you have to go there often in the future." ”

Duan Wangchen looked at her with a gentle face, it was Song Qingge who used to treat him like this, but now it was Jiang Wanyin. At this time, the face in front of me seemed to have two different faces changing back and forth.

"No, it's because she has never forgotten Xiao Yunqi in her heart!" At the mention of the name, the anger in his chest could not stop welling up.

"My husband has thought about it a lot, I see that my sister is sincere to her husband." Jiang Wanyin has been saying good things about Song Qingge in front of him, but she has never said that she is not.

"Just for the sake of a dead person, she wants to make such a fuss with me, and I don't see where she is sincere to me."

Jiang Wanyin frowned slightly, and then, he took her hand, "It would be nice if Ah Ge could be as empathetic as you." ”

She smiled, "My sister is naturally as good as my sister, otherwise my husband wouldn't want to marry her so much." When the eyes of the two met, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Duan Wuchen thought of the look that Song Qingge looked at him just now, full of sadness and contempt. At that time, only when Jiang Wanyin was here, he could feel the warmth.

He leaned forward slowly, pursed her lips.

Jiang Wanyin was stunned for a moment, this is the first time that Duan Wangchen has taken the initiative to get close to her for so long. It's not a show, it's a wrathing.

She stretched out a pair of hands as white as jade to caress his neck, and the dim candlelight sprinkled down, making Duan Wangchen confused, he picked her up horizontally and walked to the edge of the soft couch.

His movements were very gentle, and he always fantasized that even if he married Jiang Wanyin, he would never touch her, for fear of making Song Qingge sad.

But at this moment, he felt ridiculous, and he didn't know whether he thought he was ridiculous or she was ridiculous.

In front of me, there is only a piece of beauty, and there is no such gentle and full of her.

At night, Song Qingge kept tossing and turning on the soft couch, and her heart was bored, making it difficult for her to sleep peacefully. Fu Rou, who was leaning on the edge of the bed, was awakened by her tossing and turning voice, and said, "Miss, the slave will go and make you a cup of soothing tea." ”

"Hmm."

In the dark, she nodded.

After drinking the soothing tea, she slowly felt sleepy.

In the haze, she seemed to see Duan Wangchen.

"Cousin..."

She smiled and held out her hand to him. However, suddenly a woman ran over from the side, grabbed Duan Wangchen's hand, and raised a face in front of her, "This is my husband!" ”

She took a closer look, only to find that the person who came was Jiang Wanyin, she looked proud, and held Duan Wangchen's hand tightly in her hand, as if she was afraid that she would snatch it.

Duan Wangchen lowered his head and stared at her with soft eyes. There were a lot of peach blossom petals falling beside her, but the person who held her before was holding someone else in her arms at this time.

Tears came from the corners of her eyes, and she ran away sadly, I don't know how long, ran to a peach tree, leaned against it and sobbed.

The light in front of her was obscured by a figure, and she looked up and saw the falling mirror sheng.

"Ah Ge."

He called out to her and stretched out his hand to her, a smile spreading from the corner of his lips, like a spring breeze in March.

"Brother Xiao." She leaned into his arms and wept, crying very sadly. His chest was warm, as warm as she had cried against her father's chest when she was a child.

"Brother Xiao..."

When she awoke, she saw a curtain hanging above her head and an empty room.

In the Yongle Pavilion, the Wang family was very happy, and the subordinate sent by the Rong family came back to say that the Hou Ye and the eldest lady had the same room last night, and she was extremely happy to see Duan Wangchen and Jiang Wanyin today.

Song Qingge walked outside the house and heard laughter coming from the house.

"Old lady, second lady is here." Rong went up and passed the word.

"You learn to learn Yin'er, and you come to invite Andu very early every day, how can you be like you." Wang put away the smile on his face and glanced at her.

She wrung her sleeves and lifted her feet to walk inside.

Duan Wangchen lowered his head to drink tea, and his eyes did not fall on her.

"Grandmother, it's Ah Ge who is late." Song Qingge bowed his head shallowly.

"I heard you quarreled with Chen'er again yesterday?" Wang stared at her with those chaotic eyes, and said without waiting for her to speak: "Chen'er is your husband, as a concubine, you must know how to serve your husband, instead of talking back to him again and again. ”

"I guess you don't want to be locked up in the ancestral hall to copy Buddhist scriptures, do you?"

She also used the set of admonitions of women's three obedience and four virtues, male superiority and inferiority of women, to teach her.

Song Qingge had to bow his head and admit: "What my grandmother said is that Ah Ge wrote it down." "My heart is very cold, and none of the people in this room really want her to live well.

The Wang family left Duan to forget the dust and came down to speak, and Song Qingge and Jiang Wanyin retreated first.

As soon as she came out of Yongle Pavilion, Jiang Wanyin said proudly in front of her: "I always thought that Brother Chen loved you so much, but now it seems that he is nothing more than that." ”

Song Qingge didn't have time to listen to her talk of nonsense, so she raised her feet and walked forward.

Jiang Wanyin saw that she was unmoved, and hurriedly spoke, "Last night on the soft couch, he was really gentle, as if he was afraid of rubbing me." ”

Song Qingge stopped, turned his head and walked in front of her, "My sister doesn't feel ashamed to talk about this kind of bed pleasure casually in the mansion. ”

She raised an eyebrow, "You're jealous." ”

"Whoever is jealous of whom you know in your own heart! I'm telling you, no matter what my cousin does to you, I'm not interested, and I'm not interested in hearing about you! ”

She gritted her teeth, the person in front of her, you have to fight her, the more cowardly you are, the more she will bully you.

"You!"

Jiang Wanyin didn't expect her claws to be so sharp, and immediately raised her hand to hit her, but she grabbed her, "Sister is angry and wants to hit someone again?" ”

"When you first entered the mansion, I still had three points of respect for you, but the facts you did were despicable, if you dare to provoke me in the future, I will treat them in the same way!"

She finished her cruel words and shook off her hand fiercely.

"You dare to threaten me?"

Jiang Wanyin pushed Rue Xiang away, grabbed her directly and pushed her to the ground.

Song Qingge grabbed her hand, and when she saw Duan Wangchen coming from the front, she hurriedly let go of her hand and fell to the ground.

"Why is my sister so angry? I've already let you go first. She propped her hands on the ground and looked up at her pitifully.

Jiang Wanyin was stunned for a moment, pointed at her and was speechless, "You, you..."

"Ah Ge!"

Duan Wangchen's voice came from behind him, Jiang Wanyin came to her senses, hurriedly looked back, and saw that he was running this way.

He squatted down and helped Song Qingge up, her hand was cut by the stone on the ground, and a trail of blood oozed from it.

"Yin'er, what are you doing here?" He turned his head and looked at her puzzled.

Jiang Wanyin's face was red and white, and her tone was a little panicked, "I, husband, I didn't push her, she fell down by herself..."

"Big lady, what you said is not authentic, our young lady was obviously pushed down by you, why do you still want to deny it?"

Furou walked out and said with red eyes.

"Shut up, how can the master speak as you speak!" Rue came out and reprimanded her.

"Ah Ge, you say." He lowered his head and looked at Song Qingge in his arms.

Song Qingge sobbed for a moment, and then spoke: "I was walking in front of my sister just now, I saw her walking behind me and let her, but I didn't expect her to reach out and push me to the ground, I think it must be me who usually obstructs her eyes, so I made her so unhappy." ”

"Sister, don't talk nonsense about this slanderous thing." She was in a hurry, so she pointed at her and scolded.

"Cousin, my hand hurts a lot, and I want to go back and clean the wound first." Song Qingge ignored her, raised her head and said to Duan Wangchen in a coquettish voice.

"Well, you go back and take care of the wound first." He let go of his hand and let Furou help her away.

"Husband, you can't believe her words, she obviously framed Yin'er." Before she went far, Jiang Wanyin couldn't wait to explain to him.

"Enough! I saw it clearly just now, it was you who made the first move! He shouted, and Song Qingge, who had his back to them, opened the corners of his lips as he walked forward.

"Miss, the slave maid will clean your wounds."

Furou brought the ointment and carefully treated the wound on her palm.

"You just worked well together." Song Qingge stretched out his hand and praised her.

"Miss, this is to treat others in the way of others, and the slave and maid will naturally cooperate with you." Furou smiled back at her.

Last time in Zhuyun Garden, Jiang Wanyin treated her like this, she wanted to see what it was like to use her own strategy on herself.

However, when she saw Jiang Wanyin's panicked look, she knew how uncomfortable she felt in her heart.

Furou cleaned her wound and waited for her to rest.

Soon after lying on the soft couch, she felt as if someone was moving her hand, and she opened her eyes in a daze, and saw Luo Jingsheng.

"Brother Xiao? ...”

She thought it was in a dream, she thought she had dreamed of him again like she had done last night.

"How did you hurt your hand?" It wasn't until she heard his voice that she realized that the person in front of her was really him, not in a dream.

"I'm not dreaming." She muttered.

Luo Jingsheng smiled at her, then lowered his head to untie her wound and sprinkled her with the powder again, "It's time to change the dressing, the gauze is stained with blood." ”

Although Song Qingge couldn't see the expression on his face, she could feel that his movements were very gentle, as if she had been caught in the acupoint, and she looked at him blankly.

After bandaging her wound, Luo Jingsheng saw that she didn't speak, so he looked up at her, and when she looked at each other, she realized that she had lost her posture and hurriedly looked away.

A blush melted on her cheeks, reaching the roots of her ears.

"Ah Ge, you have to take care of yourself in this mansion."

Her face was haggard, and he knew at a glance that she had suffered a lot in the past two days.

"I'm fine, I can make it." She tried to purse the corners of her lips, trying to reassure him, not wanting him to know that she was not having a good time in this mansion.

But she really wanted to say, "Brother Xiao, Ah Ge is not having a good time here, not at all." But now that she is married to Duan Wangchen, she is no longer the lonely self she was at the beginning.

"Senior brother, that Hou Ye is here."

Suddenly, Yun Wu ran in from outside like a gust of wind and informed him.

"You remember to change the dressing." Shoved the medicine bottle into her hand, he disappeared from her room with Cloud Dance. It didn't take long for Yun Wu to rush back and grin at her, "Hehe, I forgot to unlock that maid's acupoint of yours." ”

She hurriedly ran to Furou's side and clicked on the acupuncture points on her body, so that Furou could move.

She disappeared like a gust of wind.

Song Qingge smiled and looked down at the medicine bottle in her hand, she hurriedly stuffed the medicine bottle under her pillow. When Duan Wangchen came in, he only saw her lying on the soft couch with her eyes closed.

Seeing the gauze falling on the ground, he called Furou, "Why don't you clean up the things on the ground?" ”

Only then did Furou find that the gauze that Luo Jingsheng had replaced for Song Qingge was lying on the ground, and she cleaned up the gauze on the ground after answering.

Seeing that Song Qingge was still resting, Duan Wangchen didn't stay long, and only sat for a while before leaving.

"He's leaving?" Song Qingge got up from the bed and poked his head out.

"It's gone, miss." Fu Rou sent a message to her inside.

Only then did she get up and lean on the cushion.

"Why do you always do things crudely?"

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the long street, and Luo Jingsheng, who was dressed in a crescent-colored robe, complained about the cloud dance.

"If it weren't for me, you and that Song Qingge would have been caught and raped in bed a long time ago, not only did you thank me for being so generous to help you guard the door, but you were embarrassed to teach me a lesson?"

Yun Wu was not convinced, and argued with him with a pretty face.

"You promised me in the house that there would be no trouble, and there would be no omissions, so I agreed to take you there." Luo Jingsheng furrowed his brows and looked at her dissatisfied.

"Is there no omission, if there is an omission, wouldn't we be detained in the Hou Mansion now? Where else can you walk down the street in such a chic way as you do now? ”

Yun Wu was a little weak and didn't dare to look at him again.

Luo Jingsheng no longer cares about her, even if she knows that she is wrong, she will not admit her mistake until the last moment.

When the people sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion came back to deliver the news to Jiang Wanyin, a smile appeared on her face, and she hurriedly called Shang Ruxiang and herself to go to the study to find Duan Wangchen.

"Husband, the cronies in the Prime Minister's Mansion came over and told Yin'er that the people my father has seen recently are all friends he has made in the court, and most of the things they talk about are some political affairs in the court. After all, Daddy is now valued by the emperor, and there are too many errands in his hands, and he has to consult with others. ”

She walked up to him and told him everything she had heard.

Duan Wangchen didn't want to pay attention to her, but when he heard that she was talking about Jiang Hechi, he said: "But the affairs of the court and politics have been discussed in the Prime Minister's Mansion many times, but I am afraid that it will cause criticism." ”

Anyone who is an official in the court knows that some edges are exposed when they should be exposed, and some edges are avoided when they should be avoided. Jiang Hechi has been an official in the court for so many years, but I am afraid that it is not an unintentional mistake.

"Would you like to ask Daddy?" Thinking about it like this, Jiang Wanyin was also a little scared and wanted him to come up with an idea.

"Hmm."

Duan Wangchen nodded, and Jiang Wanyin hurriedly sent someone back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After Jiang Hechi learned that it was Duan Wangchen who gave Jiang Wanyin the idea, he was furious on the spot, he pointed to the person sent by Jiang Wanyin in front of him and said: "You go back and tell her that if she still has my father in her heart, don't always listen to Duan Wangchen's bad ideas!" ”

Jiang Wanyin immediately rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion with Duan Wangchen, she stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Hechi's hand, "Dad, Brother Chen, he is also for your good, how can you reprimand him like this?" ”

"If he really wants my good, why don't he come over to inquire about the news himself, and he has to borrow your hand, I'm afraid it's a bad intention, right?"

Jiang Hechi glanced at Duan Wangchen contemptuously and said disdainfully.

"He's not afraid that you will misunderstand, so he called Yin'er to inquire, if you want to blame Yin'er." Jiang Wanyin grabbed him and defended Duan Wangchen.

"Prime Minister, I know that you have always looked down on me in your heart, but now the ministers of the court are vying to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to slap you, this edge is too exposed, and it will only cause trouble."

Duan Wangchen stood in front of him, and his words were full of sincerity.

Jiang Hechi snorted coldly, gently pushed Jiang Wanyin away, walked in front of him, and stared into his eyes, "I don't know what method you used to make Yin'er marry you willingly, but you listen, in this life, if you want to get the approval of my father-in-law, don't even think about it!" ”

Duan Wuchen was not annoyed, and still spoke eloquently, "I didn't come today for my own business, you have been an official in the court for many years, and how taboo it is to discuss the affairs of the court and politics many times at home, I don't think you will not be unaware." ”

Jiang Hechi looked at Duan Wangchen's eyes with disdain, "Don't think that you said that you came to remind me, I will be grateful to you." ”

Jiang Wanyin couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him, "Dad, you shouldn't be so targeted at Brother Chen everywhere, he is really thinking about Daddy." ”

"It's you who will believe all this nonsense he made up." Jiang He sneered at her coldly.

"Yin'er, since the Prime Minister is still angry, let's go back first." Duan Wuchen knew that he wouldn't listen to anything he said at the moment, so he had to call Jiang Wanyin away.

Jiang Wanyin looked at Jiang Hechi, her lips and teeth moved, and after turning around a few times, she finally followed Duan Wangchen away.

"Maybe he really came to comfort you?" Du Shi stepped forward and interjected.

"Even you speak for him!"

Jiang He grunted and sat back on the bench.

Du Shi sighed, "Yin'er is married to him, and he will have to spread out for their Duan family in the future, instead of doubting him, it is better to believe that he is really thinking about you, but you just need to be wary of him in private, you don't have to be so stiff every time." If you're like this, Yin'er will be embarrassed. ”

At this time, Jiang Hechi stopped talking.

Since the last time he was scolded by Luo Jingsheng on the long street, Yun Wu hadn't looked for him for several days, and stayed in Yunshui Pavilion all day.

Luo Jingsheng would not take the initiative to ask about her condition, only Yufeng occasionally came to see her.

Anyway, nothing will happen to her if she's still alive.

She was very depressed, so she ran to the Hou Gong's mansion and slipped along the familiar path to Zhuyun Garden. Seeing that Song Qingge was sitting in the courtyard embroidering something, she lowered her and asked her curiously, "What are you doing?" ”

Song Qingge was taken aback by her, and only raised her eyebrows when she came to her senses, "Cloud Dance Girl." I'm embroidering silk handkerchiefs. Since the last time she saw her come to this Zhuyun Garden with Luo Jingsheng, she didn't wonder that she came and went here freely.

"However, I couldn't embroider it well several times." She smiled sheepishly. As a boudoir woman, if you can't be a female celebrity, you will be laughed at.

Although Yun Wu couldn't quite understand what she was doing, as soon as she heard her say 'embroidered silk handkerchief', she suddenly remembered something, and immediately sat down in front of her, "Didn't you know how to be a female celebrity before?" ”

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the needle and thread in her hand.

Song Qingge was a little stunned, and then asked her, "Brother Xiao told you, right?" ”

"Yes, he told me many things about you when he was in the mountains. I hated it when he said about you, and every time he said it, I would make trouble, but then somehow, I heard him say more, and I wrote it down one by one. ”

When it comes to the past with Luo Jingsheng on Wuluan Mountain, she always has a lot to say, and her eyes are very bright.

Song Qingge lowered his head and twisted the needle and thread in his hand, "I don't know what he is like in Wuluan Mountain." ”

Yun Wu's eyes lit up, as if he had opened a conversation, "He, he was diligent when he was on Wuluan Mountain, he practiced swords and learned strategies every day and night, I have never seen such a hard-working disciple on Wuluan Mountain." But later I learned that he worked so hard just to come back one day to take revenge. ”

"Whew-"

As soon as she finished saying this, the thin needle in Song Qing's singer accidentally stabbed her finger, and a few drops of red blood flowed out.