He has always been calm, and his phoenix eyes are cold, so that people can't see their thoughts.

Zeng Yanqiao only felt that her brain had turned into a mess, knowing that there must be a mystery in him asking this, but she couldn't think of a plan to deal with it.

Finally, when the rain was pouring outside, the girl smiled innocently, and she said, "I don't recognize it." ”

Song Chiyuan lowered his eyes, his expression was impermanent, his joy and anger were gone, after all, he asked redundantly, from the moment the girl entered the door, the answer was already known, he got up, left his seat, and said, "Understand, it is raining today, the girl can go to the ancestral hall for a walk, now the crown in the garden is blooming just right, and you can see the roses in the courtyard all the way ......"

The voice was faint, the steps did not stop, and the mouth read lightly: "Bihua, go and prepare an umbrella for the girl." ”

Bihua bowed her head, and Song Chiyuan opened her mouth again as if talking to herself: "Don't forget to dress the girl, if not, go to my room to get a robe and put it on her." ”

"His Royal Highness," Zeng Yanqiao took a step forward, and for some reason, she felt that this person suddenly became even more distracted than her.

Song Chiyuan looked sideways, his footsteps stopped, stopped in front of the incense case, the cigarette smoke curled in the furnace, lined with his white clothes and dust-free, his slender silhouette fell on the sandalwood screen, and his tone was gentle: "Go, today's good rain, it is the season to enjoy the flowers." ”

It's like coaxing people to be obedient.

In this way, Zeng Yan was speechless, looking back and being carried away by Bihua, the two of them just walked on their front feet, in front of the screen, Danfeng's eyes flashed cold, staring at Zeng Shiyuan for a moment, raising his feet and walking over step by step, so frightened that he knelt on the ground with a bitter face, and closed his palms to forgive.

But His Highness walked past him.

When he walked to the door, his voice was cold: "Break his bones, twist his tongue, and throw it to the gambling house." ”

"Yes, Your Highness."

This autumn rain continued, and even the air became damp, and the maids and women hid in the house to do things, and in the quiet corridor, two figures went to the west chamber, and one figure went to the east chamber.

In the inner hall, Xu Shaoqing dragged up the person on the ground, raised the knife in his hand, picked the man's hamstring to prevent escape, and then called the family in the house, in the end, it was not his turn to do it himself.

Speaking of these families, they are all elites in the house, formed by private individuals, and their salaries are higher than those of ordinary sergeants, and they are naturally not ordinary errands.

Of course, there are also some who have committed crimes and have been sent elsewhere, ostensibly by the master, but for the parties concerned, it is the emperor who is far away, and he is a little bit of a skill towards himself, which is really more and more lawless.

It's like the one in the ancestral hall.

Zeng Yanqiao stepped on a cold rain, wearing the robe sent by the son of the world, suddenly felt that the years were quiet, walked all the way along the road, occasionally there were violet roses blooming over the wall, clusters, clusters, reflecting the water droplets and tiles, the gray wall was long, the red light hanging under the eaves faded slightly, and when he walked to the ancestral hall, the gorgeous roses were squeezed out of the wall.

Suddenly, Bihua stopped, held the umbrella, leaned forward slightly, leaned towards the person in front of her, and said softly: "Girl, Bihua has to go to the trial department to check the accounts of Chang Gung Academy, so she won't accompany her, the flowers are placed in the courtyard, and the girl can see it as soon as she enters the door." ”

After that, he handed over the umbrella to Zeng Yanqiao and was about to leave.

Zeng Yanqiao hurriedly said: "You take the umbrella with you!" ”

Bihua smiled lightly, "Bihua is a slave, and the girl is the person of the prince, even if the girl doesn't use this umbrella, it is difficult to keep it useful, Bihua can't ask for it." ”

After these words, Zeng Yanqiao completely abandoned the impression of this person when she first saw him, and for a while she felt pity and love for Leng Bihua, the rain and fog were long, the girl dragged her hand, and said: "You bring the umbrella, don't take it and don't let it go." ”

The weather was gloomy and the fragrance of flowers was pervasive, 'Poof! Bihua laughed, took the umbrella, and said, "I really have a fate with the girl, and I don't like you when I see you again." ”

When Zeng Yanqiao heard this, his heart warmed, he raised his eyebrows arrogantly with a small face: "Go quickly, I'll wait for you to come back." ”

Bihua smiled and said "good", the skirt of the hibiscus fluttered, and then turned to leave, Zeng Yanqiao pushed the door behind him, and the roses in the garden came into view, with pink branches and green leaves, climbing into the skylight.

The ancestral hall was originally a small quadrangle house, with cypress wood in the middle, made of a railing, and covered with roses.

Under the flower stand, a pot of cyclamen came, and there was no place to settle in the courtyard, only to see that it was red like fire, eggplant color and luxury, light red like water, and the middle was all white, and the tip of the petal was decorated with a faint crimson.

Zeng Yanqiao entered the door, walked in the corridor, and felt the raindrops falling lightly, falling on the wet floor, falling on the stone floor in the courtyard, and falling on the green moss in the cracks.

Now that the weather is cold and rainy, the mother-in-law who was originally in charge of sprinkling and sweeping in the ancestral hall has hidden, and there has been no one for a long time.

Zeng Yan tiptoed to sniff, the fragrance in the flower is really refreshing, only to hear a little noise from the ancestral hall behind her, the sound is very small, she turned her head and swept her eyes, it was dark inside, the girl did not put it in her heart, but the people in the ancestral hall heard someone push the door early, and only went out to check after half a day.

The man had a narrow forehead and pointed face, a mole on his lower jaw, and dry eyes, which made people look unpleasant.

Zeng Yanqiao saw that he was wearing a shabby servant's clothes, and he didn't pay attention to it, he only looked at himself, and didn't care about the people behind him.

If she were to be a guest, the man should greet her, but instead of saluting her, the man took a few steps and looked at the girl by the door.

Suddenly, the man clapped his hands, startled Zeng Yanqiao and turned around, only to see him pointing at himself and saying, "You are the Zeng family who entered the door a while ago, right?" ”

Suspicion flashed in Zeng Yanqiao's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "My surname is Zeng, who are you?" ”

Why so rude?

The man bowed down with a hippie smile, "The little one is nameless, how can the slave have a name, the single word 'or', enter the door of the Song family, just call me Song or." ”

Zeng Yanqiao had no intention of talking to this person, pursed her lips, bowed her head slightly, and turned around again, Song Or didn't care about her, blew a small whistle and walked to the door, just when Zeng Yanqiao thought he was going out, this person dropped the lock on the door, turned around, tilted his head and stared at her.

The face was very dull, smiling, and his thin and detached face made people feel frightened.

"It's just a decoration in a palace, how can you be so arrogant and indifferent, see that I don't pick up your cold skin, teach you to know what is the master!"

Seeing that this person had bad intentions, Zeng Yan looked at the ancestral hall behind him, and whether to enter or not to enter was only a thought.

If you enter, you can hide for a while by closing the door.

But what if he entered, and the man knew about other ways?

Isn't it a self-imposed dead end!

Just thinking about it, Song may have walked to the front, Zeng Yanqiao stepped back, but did not choose to enter the door.

I can't help but think about it, this disaster has grabbed her wrist and dragged her body, this person looks thin, but there is a wild force in his hand, Zeng Yanqiao has been powerless in recent days, and now he is even more resistant to stalking him, but he is ruthless and gambles on his life!