Song Yijin was fanned around twice and hit his head on the pillar in front of the door.

Seeing this, the maid hurriedly rushed over to help her up, at this moment Song Yijin could be said to be covered in injuries and embarrassment, but what made her even more unbearable was the humiliation caused by this slap in front of all the slaves and maids.

She covered her face and looked at Song Yisheng in disbelief: "Brother, you're crazy!" ”

Song Yisheng glared at her viciously, his eyes swept over a yard of slaves and maids who bowed their heads and didn't dare to make a sound, didn't say anything, brushed their sleeves and left.

"Song Yisheng!" Song Yijin shouted and turned to Yang Dehai suddenly.

Yang Dehai is better than a rabbit, and he followed Song Yisheng with his legs.

"Stop!" Song Yijin reached out to grab it, his fingers were touching Yang Dehai's waist, and he touched a cylindrical thing.

Yang Dehai was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he suddenly turned around and grabbed Song Yijin's wrist.

"Presumptuous!" Song Yijin shouted.

"The eldest lady forgives the sin," Yang Dehai lowered his head and took a half step back vigilantly: "Master Hou is angry, it's better not to chase after the eldest lady." ”

"What the hell is going on, what did you say to my brother?" The slap marks on Song Yijin's face were swollen, his eyes were hideous, and he almost lost his mind.

Yang Dehai looked at her deeply, and there was a little anger in his heart, "What did the eldest lady do, did she forget?" ”

"I, what did I do to me?"

"Partial courtyard." Yang Dehai reminded coldly.

Song Yijin snorted: "He beat me for that group of women?!" ”

"Am I not as good as a bunch of women who look like that slut!" Song Yijin covered his heart, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Is this still the brother who loves her and spoils her?

Is this still Song Yisheng?

"I'm his own sister, and he beat me for those women!" Song Yijin was extremely aggrieved.

That group of women is obviously greedy for Song Yisheng's power, and they are from humble backgrounds, not to mention that they are becoming more and more like Liu Huazhang, if it spreads, the Song family will not be able to eat and walk around.

She painted the faces that were most like them and bought them, not for the Song family, but to save Song Yisheng, who was driven crazy by Liu Huazhang's death.

But he started beating her.

Song Yijin cried loudly, stomped his feet, turned his head and ran, the maids shouted for the eldest lady to chase after him, and the courtyard finally quieted down.

The muscles on Yang Dehai's face twitched.

Song Yijin didn't know what those women were used for, so he had this misunderstanding, but he couldn't take it upon himself to tell her the truth.

Poor Hou Ye's carefully arranged things are about to be ruined.

Without these twelve women, where would I go to find the right person for a while?

Yang Dehai sighed.

It seems that he can only take a risk and choose the Mo family lady in Qingnuan Pavilion.

There's no way around it.

"Huh?" Yang Dehai frowned again.

Since there is a second choice for the matter, why is Hou Ye Shicai so angry and beat the eldest lady.

Wasn't Miss Mo the most suitable candidate in Hou Ye's heart?

Could it be that something is wrong with her, too.

Yang Dehai no longer hesitated and rushed to the side courtyard, Song Yisheng looked at the empty courtyard, sat at the table with a dark face, and the idlers and others were dismissed.

"Master Hou?" Yang Dehai frowned, and the sound of raising was enough for Song Yisheng to hear his doubts.

Song Yisheng raised his head, "Yijin said, Shanyun is her." ”

Yang Dehai leaned back, his hand covered his waist, the scroll was hot in his waist, he couldn't believe it: "Who?" ”

Song Yisheng nodded: "It's her." ”

"How is this possible, didn't you see her beheaded for public display?"

"Yes, but Yijin...... said that Mu Sheng was also her. Song Yisheng stood up: "If Mu Sheng is really a woman, he is indeed very similar to her." ”

Killing the enemy on the battlefield, isn't she always thinking about it?

And besides her, there is no other woman in the world who can do it so well.

"This ...... Master Hou, three stars catch the moon, Miss Liu can't ejaculate. ”

"Where's the crossbow?" Song Yisheng raised his chin to look at him.

"When Mo Chengyin shot me, it was three arrows in a row, who knows if this is the limit of a divine crossbow?" Song Yisheng squinted.

Yang Dehai was solemn.

Master Hou is suspicious.

"But ......," Yang Dehai wanted to say and stopped.

Song Yisheng's face sank, and he understood what Yang Dehai meant.

Because of Song Yijin's self-assertion, the twelve women who looked like Liu Huazhang were useless, and if Song Yisheng still wanted to send a "fake princess" to Zheng Anhou as originally planned, and win the emperor's favor, he could only rely on the Mo family lady.

Miss Ruo Mo also has a problem.

Yang Dehai didn't say that Song Yisheng also knew, so he didn't know how long this matter would drag on.

"Don't you think, too much of a coincidence?" Song Yisheng looked at him.

"Qiao?"

"I was originally prepared with both hands, but now I am forced to rely on her alone, even if she really stabs my sister, I can only swallow my anger." Song Yisheng squinted.

He was very suspicious, and such a coincidence naturally made him suspicious.

Yang Dehai's expression froze: "This ...... Didn't this matter be decided by Hou Ye temporarily? ”

"No, it's not temporary."

Song Yisheng's eyes were blazing, "I and Yijin are competing for merit, and the result must be that I give in, which is easy to guess." In this case, I had to find another way, and this was my first choice. ”

The cold hairs on Yang Dehai's back stood up: "Master Hou thinks that the eldest lady is also being calculated by someone by pretending to be Mu Sheng?" "That's unbelievable, isn't it?

Song Yisheng was silent.

"Master Hou, so shrewd, I'm afraid that Liaodong Mulang can't do it. What's more, if you want to calculate so much, you must first know what your real purpose is for raising those twelve women. Yang Dehai carefully worded, "Except for Zheng Anhou and you, no one else should know about this matter." ”

Song Yisheng looked at him.

Yang Dehai immediately knelt down: "Hou Ye Mingjian, his subordinates have definitely not revealed half a word." ”

Song Yisheng waved his hand and helped him up: "How can I doubt you." ”

Yang Dehai lowered his head: "Thank you, Master Hou." ”

Song Yisheng hummed and looked at him again: "That ** girl, have you checked?" ”

Yang Dehai nodded: "I have checked, the official slave is a fugitive slave, and he was indeed the maid of the Mo family before." ”

"Very well, what about the slave contract?" Song Yisheng looked at him.

"It's all done, she is now from our Qing'an Houfu." Yang Dehai has always been safe.

Song Yisheng nodded with satisfaction: "Call her up and go to Qingnuan Pavilion." ”

"Yes." Yang Dehai responded.

But he looked up again: "What if...... The subordinate is saying that if ......"

Although this is too unbelievable, with Song Yisheng's habits, all possibilities will definitely be considered.

Song Yisheng's steps paused, and his back made Yang Dehai feel a little unfamiliar.

He tilted his head, half of his face was blank: "Do I have any other choice?" ”

Yang Dehai hung his head.

Song Yisheng raised his head.

The sun is over, and it is slanting westward.

A lot of things are destined for the trajectory.

No one can escape.

Even if he realized it later, after Changning's death, he gradually recognized his own mind, but he couldn't change it, let alone stop anything.

"Take your knife," Song Yisheng turned back, turning his back to Yang Dehai: "When it is unsheathed, I hope it can be crisp and neat and give her a good time." ”