Song Yixiao didn't know the pit dug by the second young grandmother, she returned to Hanxia Xiaozhu and told Zhao's mother about the way out, and then stopped.

After four or five days, her foot injury healed, and new dresses and silk flowers were also delivered.

Wei Mengying personally went to Hanxia Xiaozhu and dressed her daughter from head to toe, and then led her to the women's school - the women's school of Hengshan Wangfu is located in a corner of the garden, which is a courtyard with three entrances and three exits, and a half-zhang high rockery can be seen at the door, shaped like a screen; Behind the rockery is the courtyard with an unobstructed view, and the northwest wall of the courtyard opens a hanging flower door, and then enters the school where it is.

"Yixiao will bother you with your teachings in the future!" Wei Mengying sincerely entrusted her daughter to several female gentlemen, "This child has learned some things before, but he is young, and he is also playing while learning." was deliberately delayed by her stepmother for another year, and now I'm afraid I've almost forgotten it, so please mention it more gentlemen! ”

These female gentlemen have been teaching in the palace for some years, either the concubine or the former princess Cui invited her, she is not Wei Mengying's person, but she does not dare to neglect the current hostess of the palace, and when she heard the words, she promised to take care of Song Yixiao more.

Wei Mengying hinted that if they were dedicated, they would take care of their families in the future, so they paved the way for their daughter before leaving.

After she left, the female gentlemen exchanged a few words with Song Yixiao, and asked Mr. An, who was about to take class, to take her to the school.

"Miss Choi sex. In a hurry, Miss Song will take care of it more. Mr. An led Song Yixiao out of the house and told him like this, obviously Mr. also felt that Cui Jianlian would not live in peace with Song Yixiao

Song Yi smiled and nodded obediently, thinking about what method this noble daughter of the Cui family would use to target herself later?

But unexpectedly, after she was brought into the school and introduced to everyone, Cui Jianlian not only immediately troubled her, but also said a few words with a smile when Mr. An's eyes swept over: "This sister Song looks like Princess Wei's biological daughter, and her eyebrows and eyes are really alike!" ”

Although the ten-year-old Cui Jianlian is still childish, her complexion can already glimpse the future of the country and the city - when she sits there in a gorgeous brocade robe, slightly raising her chin and smiling smartly, she is like a dewy bud, and her beauty is full of vitality: "It's a pretty girl, I don't have a sister, I see that Sister Song is so cute, I really want a sister." ”

This situation made Mr. An, who was familiar with her temperament, feel very disobedient, but he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: "Of course, it is best that Miss Cui is willing not to tear her face, otherwise these two have their own backers, and it will be really difficult to clean up the trouble!" ”

It's just that Song Yixiao felt that Cui Jianlian had a smile on his face, but his eyes were faintly sneering.

"When Mr. An leaves, I wonder if this person will still be this smiling and welcoming face?" She muttered in her heart, hoping to stay away from Cui Jianlian - but this one just said that she wanted her to sit next to her, and the female student who was sitting there had already packed up her things without saying a word, and Mr. An saw this, so he had to push the boat down the river: "Then Miss Song will sit there, right?" ”

Song Yi couldn't excuse himself with a smile, and sat down full of vigilance.

After sitting down, he didn't find any traps, and Mr. An observed the meeting, and when he saw that the wind was calm, he began to lecture. After the class, I gave some homework and left.

As soon as she left, the atmosphere in the school suddenly changed!

Song Yixiao cheered up and prepared to face the storm, but Cui Jian calmly pulled out a piece of apricot paper and began to write homework, but he didn't even look at her.

"Is this going to ignore me?" Song Yixiao couldn't believe that there would be such a good thing.

She secretly observed the meeting, couldn't find a flaw, and was thinking about her homework, when someone suddenly bumped into her behind her - followed by a cold on her arm!

Song Yixiao looked down, but saw that a large piece of ink had been splashed on his sleeve with a lotus chrysanthemum pattern on a white background!

"The slave is guilty!" A maid about her age knelt down pitifully.

Song Yixiao looked around and found that most of the people seemed to be smiling, as if they were watching a good show, and it was estimated that there was a good chance of this play. Nine is arranged. She tugged at the corners of her mouth, didn't bother to find the culprit, said "It's okay" to the maid, and got up and called Zhiqin to go to the wing room to change clothes.

In the wing room, Zhiqin neatly folded the dirty clothes she had changed into, and neatly put on her baggage, so that she could come and take them after school. After she put the burden away, she turned around to tidy up her skirt for Song Yixiao, and reminded worriedly: "We brought a change of laundry dress, but we were afraid that Miss would get dirty during the lunch meal." If something like this happens next, there's no need to change it! ”

Song Yixiao also felt troubled: "Let's see later, if you can't go back and get it." It's only the first day of school, and you can't just make a fuss. They won't stop in the future......" She pursed her lips and didn't speak, a coldness flashed in her eyes.

However, Song Yixiao's estimated troubles emerged one after another but did not appear. She changed her dress and returned to the school, although her classmates were still indifferent, but there were no more accidents.

The rest of the day was very peaceful.

- Until, after school, she took Zhiqin on the way back to Hanxia Xiaozhu alone.