Not long after, there was a faint voice from the other end of the corridor, presumably the queen's tea party was over.

Ruolan was still immersed in the beautiful scenery that Song Anhao had sketched for her, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Song Anhao understood that this time the brick throwing had achieved the effect, and there was no need to repeat it, so he raised his hand and patted her lightly on the shoulder, and said with a slight smile: "Good luck, Aunt Ruolan." ”

After that, he didn't bother her to be immersed in daydreams, turned around and left towards the side door of Fengyi Palace.

Unexpectedly, when I walked to the gate of Lanling Palace, I saw Concubine Jing coming from afar. Since he saw it, he naturally had to wait at the door, until Concubine Jing was about to arrive, and Song Anhao rushed to meet him: "Niangniang." ”

"Didn't I let you come back and rest first," Concubine Jing didn't know that she had met Ruolan, so she asked with some confusion: "Why are you still standing at the door?" ”

"I met acquaintances on the road and chatted casually." Song An replied simply, stretched out his hand and wanted to help him, but it can be seen that Concubine Jing did not refuse, so she had to reach out and hold Concubine Jing's arm, and said with a smile: "After sitting for so long, you must be tired, right?" I'll help you in and rest. ”

"It's a little tired, but this palace doesn't want to rest, but has something I want to talk to you about." Concubine Jing glanced at her and said lightly, "Let's go in first." ”

Song Anhao was slightly suspicious in his heart, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "Okay." ”

So, the two walked into Lanling Palace and went straight to Concubine Jing's bedroom.

Su Xin heard the movement and greeted at the door: "Niang Niang is back?" Nothing, right? ”

After speaking, he said to Song Anhao: "Okay, you came back just right, the soup has just been boiled, you hurry up and go to the small kitchen to drink, and it is easy to absorb it while it is hot." ”

Song An was stunned for a moment: "What soup?" ”

Concubine Jing instructed Su Xin: "Let someone bring it to her, just drink it here." ”

Su Xin didn't think much about it, and said with a smile: "Yes, Niangniang, I'll ask someone to bring the soup over." ”

Next, Su Xin instructed someone to go to the small kitchen to serve soup.

Song Anhao was still thinking about what kind of soup it was, so Concubine Jing patted the back of her hand and motioned for her to go in with her.

After entering the inner room, Song An helped Concubine Jing sit down on the chaise longue, then took a step back and stood beside her.

Concubine Jing sat for a while, and didn't speak, just looked at Song Anhao silently.

Song An thought that she might not be able to speak well, and she didn't want to continue the stalemate, so she took the initiative to speak: "Niangniang, if you have anything to say, just give orders." ”

"There's nothing to say, I just wanted to talk to you about what I just said." Concubine Jing looked away and suddenly sighed, "Okay, can you blame me?" ”

"Why blame Niangniang?" Song An asked rhetorically.

"Do you really not understand, or do you pretend not to understand and deliberately forgive me?" Concubine Jing smiled helplessly, shook her head and said, "The words of Queen Fang Cai and those concubines are embarrassing things over and over again, so obvious, and you are so smart and sensitive, why pretend not to understand?" ”

She had already said it so directly, it would be bad to pretend not to understand, Song An smiled faintly: "Niangniang is serious, those people deliberately speak openly, in order to embarrass me." But even if I'm really embarrassed, this account should be counted on those people's heads, how can I blame it on you, Niangniang? ”

"You don't blame Bengong, it doesn't mean that Bengong really doesn't have any responsibility at all." Concubine Jing was not persuaded by her words, but her expression gradually became solemn, "However, even if you blame Bengong, Bengong doesn't regret it at all." ”

Song An was slightly stunned.

Concubine Jing glanced at her and asked lightly, "Do you know why?" ”

Song An came back to his senses, thought silently, and said tentatively: "Is it for His Highness?" ”

Concubine Jing glanced at her deeply, her eyes were complicated and gratifying: "This palace has no extravagance in this life, I just hope that my only son Jing Yu can be safe, happy and healthy." For him, Hongu is willing to do anything. Even if you want to give up everything you have now, Hongu will not hesitate. ”

Her voice was not high, but every word was very firm, and it kept echoing in Song Anhao's ears.

In the end, she looked at Song Anhao with deep meaning, and asked softly, "Do you understand now, okay?" ”

Song Anhao took a deep breath, "I understand." Do you not want to see Your Highness being involved in more chaotic rights and wrongs, and you don't want Your Highness to anger the emperor with trumped-up charges. ”

Speaking of this, she slowly lowered her eyelashes and smiled lightly: "Niangniang, you did the right thing." The dignified prince of Daqing can't lose half of his wisdom for the sake of a lowly palace maid. I understand this, I really understand. ”

Song An's words are equivalent to a statement, Concubine Jing felt a little guilty in her heart, but she was more relieved.

At this moment, Su Xin came in with soup, she didn't know what had just happened, as soon as she came in, she smiled and said, "Okay, come and drink soup, this is pigeon soup that has been stewed all afternoon!" ”

"Pigeon soup? Where did the pigeon soup come from! ”

Song Anhao pretended to be casual and asked with a smile.

Su Xin strode over: "Of course, the soup that Niangniang told the kitchen to stew for you, otherwise the ginseng I brought!" ”

It turned out that this mountain ginseng pigeon soup was stewed by Concubine Jing in advance in the kitchen for Song An.

I used another mountain ginseng......

Song Anhao took the soup handed over by Su Xin, and looked back at Concubine Jing who was sitting, Concubine Jing did not raise her head, but just took two sips of the tea in her hand.

Su Xin urged: "Why are you still standing stupidly?" Hurry up and sit down and drink soup, it's not good for your stomach if it's cold. ”

Hearing this, Concubine Jing turned around and smiled at Song An: "Su Xin is right, let's sit down and drink soup first." ”

"Okay."

Song Anhao didn't know what it was like in his heart at this time, in short, it was mixed with white feelings, and it was extremely complicated. She sat down at the table and began to drink the soup in silence.

Today's pigeon soup is very delicious, and it seems to smell better and drink more delicious than the bowl that was snatched by the cell boss in the dungeon last time.

Song An took a small sip of the soup, but his eyes involuntarily looked at Concubine Jing who was sitting on the side.

Concubine Jing did not urge, but after drinking half a cup of tea, she picked up the book next to the couch and read it, her quiet face did not have too much expression, it was exactly the same as before.

Song An drank the soup in one gulp, and she felt that every time she took a sip, she seemed to know Concubine Jing better.

The woman in front of her is not only an indisputable concubine in the harem, but also the mother of a prince. For the sake of the prince under her knees, all her infighting and obedience can disappear in an instant, leaving only unwavering perseverance and determination.

She doesn't even want her own life, let alone Song An's good reputation?

No matter how good she is to Song An, how can she get past Xiao Jingyu?

When you think about it, this is actually a perfectly normal thing.

After a while, Song Anhao finished the pigeon soup, Shi Shiran stood up, and curtsied to Concubine Jing and said, "Thank you Niangniang for the pigeon soup, if there is nothing else, Anhao will go out first." ”

Concubine Jing didn't look back, and hummed lightly: "Your body has not healed, remember to recuperate more." Go ahead. ”

"Well, I know."

Song Anhao turned around silently and walked out.

Stepping out of the door of the dormitory, she looked up at the sky above her head, and the sky was oppressive, and it seemed that it was about to change.

Her mood, like the weather, suddenly became heavy.

Concubine Jing's words were very clear, but she couldn't blame Concubine Jing at all, because as a mother, Concubine Jing's actions were too normal.

It seems that the relationship between her and Xiao Jingyu will soon be strangled in the cradle.

However, regardless of whether it is stifled or not, the most important thing in Song Anhao's heart now is not the personal relationship of his children, but revenge.

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