Biluo was stunned, and countless question marks popped up in her mind.

Doesn't the county lord like this tune on weekdays? In the past, when he saw a beautiful woman exposed, the county lord was eager to pounce on it immediately, but today he pretended to be reserved.

She looked at Song Jingshu's back, blinked, whatever she cares, as long as the county lord is safe, she likes anything.

It's a pity, I'm afraid that Miss Zhiwan is going to have her expectations disappointed today.

Biluo was full of sympathy, "Miss Zhiwan, please come back with your clothes." The county lord is not feeling well today, so I'm afraid I won't be able to play with you. ”

"Am I not doing well enough?" Zhiwan lowered her head, her eyes flushed.

"No, no, no," Biluo couldn't accept the beauty crying, "It's our county lord's problem, she...... She's been running out lately. ”

"Exhausted?" Zhi Wan was dumbfounded, "Has the county lord found someone willing to touch?" ”

Well?

Biluo's face was full of doubts, what does it mean to find someone who is willing to touch?

But before she could ask, Zhiwen put on her clothes one by one, and left with the pipa in her arms.

This back is lonely, like a poor delicate girl who has just been abandoned by a negative man.

-

Dining room.

Song Jingshu stretched her waist lazily, walked in slowly, and quietly glanced at the people present.

Every time you look at someone, the memories in your head automatically match the person's face.

Song Xingyi's backyard has two aunts, two concubines, and two concubines.

Except for the sister Song Yansheng who studied at the Royal Academy and didn't come back, the little son Song Zi'an who didn't know where he went, and the old lady and the old lady who were cultivating in Beizhuang, everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion was sitting here.

At this time, all eyes were on her, and they all looked weird.

Before Song Xingyi could speak.

"Shu'er is here?" The woman in the emerald green dress had a twinkle in her eyes, and she got up first, and greeted her with a gentle face.

The woman is the mother of Song Yansheng and the little son Song Zi'an-Aunt Shen.

Song Jingshu frowned lightly, and silently looked at the hypocritical smile on Aunt Shen's face.

Because of the relationship between the original owner and her sister Song Yansheng, she has always been close to Aunt Shen, and she will send any good things to Aunt Shen, which is one of the few people who can make the original owner listen to her words temporarily.

Therefore, Aunt Shen relied on the attitude of the original owner to be powerful in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and on the surface she was like a daughter, and she was a good show in front of outsiders.

In fact, he secretly disdains the original owner in every way, and just regards her as a stepping stone to the future.

A good stone that can not only raise her status, but also help Song Yansheng become famous in the capital.

Aunt Shen covered up the disgust in her eyes, and said in a kind tone: "You were scared a few days ago, what shadow did you leave behind?" What's hurt? I'm in a hurry these days. ”

She raised her hand and wanted to hold Song Jingshu's hand as usual, but she knew that the latter was on the side of her body and easily dodged it.

Aunt Shen was stunned for a moment, "Shu'er? ”

She was uneasy in her heart, and raised her eyes to look at Song Jingshu in surprise.

When didn't Song Jingshu greet her with a smile and offer her like an ancestor in the past?

As long as he saw her, he would always run over and ask her how long it would take for Yansheng to return to the Prime Minister's Mansion, or what rare treasures he had found for her.

Could it be that she found out what she was doing behind her back?

Aunt Shen nervously clenched her handkerchief.

Song Jingshu took a step back, raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Since my aunt is very worried about me, why did she never come to visit Liuxiang Pavilion?" ”

It turns out that she didn't visit?

Aunt Shen breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and hurriedly explained, "There are too many things in the mansion these days, and I can't be busy up and down alone, so I have been putting it on hold." Shu'er, I've always looked at you more than the sound of geese, how can I not worry about you? ”

Hearing this, Song Jingshu sneered, and looked at her more heavily than Song Yansheng?

Most of the gossip about the original owner in the capital, as well as the comparison between the original owner and Song Yansheng, a talented woman in the capital, were all made by Aunt Shen herself.

The original owner of the partial life still has no brains to believe in Aunt Shen, and has always obeyed her words, and has never doubted half of it.

Now that she's come through, it's impossible for her to suffer from this kind of.

Song Jingshu tilted her head, "Busy with the affairs of the house?" ”

Mrs. Shen nodded hurriedly.

Song Xun, the eldest prince at the dinner table, frowned unhappily, "Little sister, what kind of temper is the eldest lady making early in the morning?" Aunt Shen has always cared about you, what's the point of you struggling with what you have? Sit down and eat. “

Song Jingshu glanced at Song Xun coldly, and suddenly smiled.

Song Xun is Song Xingyi's adopted son, the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, although it is under Aunt Fang's name, he has been staying in his mother's main courtyard when he was a child, and his original wife Xiao Zhaoyang is like a son-in-law to him.

On the surface, he cares about the overall situation, but in fact, his mind is dark, and he has always hated Xiao Zhaoyang for not giving him the identity of his son-in-law, and he is a complete white-eyed wolf.

In order to slap Song Yansheng, Song Xun even helped Aunt Shen to bully the original owner many times behind her back.

Song Jingshu played with the jade bracelet on her wrist, looked at Song Xingyi in the main position, and hooked her lips playfully, "Nothing?" Daddy, are the rules of our prime minister's house so loose now? ”

Song Xingyi's eyes were round, and his brain, which was stimulated by his daughter's active talk, heated up, and he stood up with a pout.

Three days ago, although Song Jingshu took the initiative to get close to him, after all so many years of grievances, Song Xingyi still had no bottom in his heart, afraid that she would only coax him temporarily, so he never dared to go to Liuxiang Pavilion to visit his daughter without permission.

He only dared to hide behind the wall outside the pavilion and secretly observed Song Jingshu.

When he saw his daughter smiling, he laughed together, and when he saw that she was sleepy, he quietly observed his baby daughter's sleeping face, thinking about his deceased lover.

Who knows...... Today, my daughter took the initiative to call him daddy again!

Song Xingyi was excited, "Yes, what Shu'er said is right!" Daddy also feels careless, you wait, I'll let people bring the house rules, and Daddy will stand here in person to rectify it! It must be rectified until Shu'er is satisfied! ”

Song Jingshu: "......" is not necessary!

She cleared her throat, "Daddy, my daughter will clean it up for you today, okay?" ”

"Good, good! Shu'er is happy, as long as you want, you are willing to burn the Xiangfu father with a fire. Song Xingyi said with a smile, his tone was casual and not like burning a mansion, but more like burning an unwanted object.

It's very casual.

Song Jingshu sighed, and the severity of Song Xingyi's daughter slave refreshed her bottom line again.

But for now, it's important to get down to business.

If she wants to live comfortably in this world, she must first solve the mess left by the original owner, and Aunt Shen is one of the messes!

She looked at Aunt Shen and said solemnly, "The original partner has passed away, and no matter how bad the affairs in the house are, they must be managed by the concubine, you are just a concubine, how can you sit in the position of steward?" If my aunt's words today are spread, outsiders are afraid that they will have to talk about my Prime Minister's Mansion for not following the rules and disrespecting or inferior. ”