"I... I didn't..."

Jiang Wanyin shook her head, and the gloom in her eyes became even thicker.

Looking at it, it looks pitiful.

"Ah Ge, Yin'er is also well-intentioned, you shouldn't be so sarcastic about her." Duan Wangchen couldn't stand it, and said a word to her.

"Cousin, do you believe her?"

Song Qingge stared at Duan Wangchen, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.

"In any case, you should get along with her, and don't fight with her." He spoke softly and patiently dissuaded her.

"Shall I pay baht?" Song Qingge was stunned, the unwillingness in her eyes became more and more intense, and the Duan Wangchen in front of her was not at all like the cousin who was looking at her before.

"You go back to Zhuyunyuan first, and I'll go over to see you later." After he finished speaking, regardless of Song Qingge's lost expression, he took Jiang Wanyin into Yongle Pavilion.

With this sentence again, Song Qingge lowered his brows and laughed self-deprecatingly. She clenched the porcelain vase in her hand, and a coolness passed from the palm of her hand to her heart.

Soon after Duan Wangchen and the others entered the door of Yongle Pavilion, someone came to the palace, saying that the emperor was going to summon him, and he hurried to the palace.

Jiang Wanyin looked at his departing back, and a burst of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes. After talking to Wang, she asked Ruxiang to help her and go straight towards Zhuyun Garden.

"This rain is really going to fall, Miss's illness is good, fortunately it is not contaminated with rain." Fu Rou came in from outside the house and served Song Qingge freshly boiled ginseng tea.

Song Qingge stared at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, turning back and forth.

Fu Rou saw the small porcelain bottle in her hand, and said angrily: "Miss, this plaster slave will be taken and thrown away!" ”

"Oh, no." Song Qingge stretched out her hand to stop her, "Since Jiang Wanyin carefully prepared it for me, then I will keep it." If she throws it away, will she not fulfill her wish? ”

Fu Rou thought about it for a while, and immediately smiled, "What Miss said is right!" ”

She pursed the corners of her lips, scooped up a spoonful of ginseng tea, and put it in her mouth, wanting to use this bowl of ginseng tea to dissipate the depression in her chest.

But after just a few sips, her eyes were suddenly covered by a shadow, and before she could react, the soup spoon in her hand and the bowl of ginseng tea were knocked to the ground!

The body trembled, and the corners of Song Qingge's lips and skirt were all stained with hot ginseng tea.

"Who let you in?!" Furou's eyes widened, and she pushed away the rue in front of her, "Miss, are you okay?" She anxiously squatted down to help Song Qingge wipe the ginseng tea that had fallen on her body.

"You stinky girl, you dare to push me?!" Rue Xiang stood up straight and pushed Furou, who was squatting on the ground.

Song Qingge gritted his teeth and raised his head, just in time to see Jiang Wanyin standing outside the house.

Rue Xiang ran over and patted the rain off her shoulders for her, she walked up to Song Qingge proudly, lowered her head and stared at her, "This tastes, is it okay?" ”

Song Qingge grabbed the skirt on her knees, her eyes passed through her body, and she looked behind her.

Jiang Wanyin laughed disdainfully and pinched her jaw, "Don't look at it, my husband is not in the house and has not come with me." ”

"Did you really kick me out of the Hou Mansion before you were willing to give up?" She still sits, looking at the stain stuck to her skirt.

"That's right!" Jiang Wanyin gritted her teeth.

Song Qingge clamped her wrists, got up from the chair, and met her almost scarlet eyes, "But I just won't let you get your wish!" My cousin took me to the house when I was seven years old, and I already regarded him as my dearest, even if—" she swallowed the bitterness in her throat, "even if he was married, I wouldn't leave him so easily!" ”