After Wu Kang left, Zhao Lijian could clearly feel that Lord Song's face was a little gloomy, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly adjusted.

I have to say that changing faces is almost becoming a special ability of their Song family.

When they arrived at the gate of the palace, everyone left in a carriage.

After Song Yuandao got into the carriage, he smashed a set of tea sets, "Vertical!" ”

The coachman outside heard the sound of the ceramics breaking, subconsciously shook a little, and then looked at the butler beside him with a panicked expression.

"It's okay, let's go home first." The butler comforted.

Seeing that the butler's face was no different, the coachman breathed a sigh of relief and drove home, and on the way back, he tried to drive the car more steadily.

This old man's temper has always been very good, but today he is so angry for some reason, he can't touch his brow in his anger.

After a while, the carriage stopped at the gate of the Song Mansion, and after Song Yuandao got off the carriage with the help of the butler, he shook off the butler's arm and walked in arrogantly.

Mrs. Song, who was waiting at the door early, saw Song Yuandao returning home and greeted him with a smile, "Master, are you back?" ”

"Get out of the way!" Song Yuandao was angry, and naturally he was angry about everything, "It's not good to stay in the backyard, what are you doing in the front yard!"

Don't go back yet! ”

With that, he walked around her and left.

Mrs. Song's face turned pale when she heard this, and the housekeeper on the side saw that the situation was not good, so she hurriedly stepped forward and explained, "Madame, don't be surprised, my lord has suffered a lot of anger in the court today.

It is inevitable that he will not choose to say anything, and he will ask Mrs. Haihan. ”

The housekeeper said so, what else could Mrs. Song say, her face was still a little pale, but she still looked like a housewife, "What happened in the court today?" How could the lord be so angry? ”

Mrs. Song knows this husband who has shared the bed with him for so many years, he wants to despise vulgar people, and his style of behavior is always to be a gentleman, he has almost never been angry in front of people, this time it is obviously unreasonable.

Butler: "Mrs. Hui, the old slave has been guarding outside the palace gate, so I don't know what happened in the court." ”

"You immediately send someone to check outside and see what is happening at today's court meeting." Mrs. Song said with a solemn face.

"Yes, the old slave will send someone right away." The butler nodded in response.

"Okay, you go and serve the master first."

"Yes."

"Go to the Courtyard." Mrs. Song looked back and took a deep look in the direction of Song Yuandao's study, and then left without turning her head.

When Mrs. Song arrived at the Wei Rui Courtyard, there was only one little maid sweeping in the courtyard.

Seeing Mrs. Song coming, the little maid hurriedly put down the broom in her hand and curtsied, "The slave has seen Madame." ”

"Where's your young lady?" Mrs. Song asked.

"Madame Hui, Miss is in the room."

The little maid said that she was about to go to report, but she hadn't taken two steps before she was stopped by Mrs. Song's maid Qingyun, "Continue to be busy with your business, no need to report." ”

The little maid was a little stunned when she encountered this kind of thing for the first time, and when she reacted, she saw Mrs. Song walk into the young lady's room with the maid who had stopped her just now.

In the room, Song Yanqing sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the elegant and dignified person inside, she stretched out her hand to stroke her cheek, and the person in the mirror did the same.

"Lian Yue, you said that my senior brother doesn't like me, is it because I'm not as good-looking as Si Ning?"

Although Si Ningqin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, calligraphy, and music are all lost to herself, it is undeniable that she is really good-looking, she is the kind of bright and lively beauty, she is different from all the women in Beijing.

Is this why my brother likes her?

"No, it can't be, Senior Brother is not such a superficial person, he is not, he is not." Song Yanqing muttered.

Lian Yue looked at her young lady with a worried face, the young lady has been very wrong since she came back from the banquet yesterday, and today she sat in front of the bronze mirror early in the morning and talked to herself.

"Miss, don't look like this, what else will the county lord of Changle do besides eating, drinking, and having fun?

She's just a straw bale, and she can't compare to Miss at all. Lian Yue said.

Song Yanqing's eyes moved away from the bronze mirror, she turned her head to look at Lian Yue, her eyes were hooked, and she was startled by her eyes overnight, "Little, miss, what's the matter?" Is there something wrong with what the slave said? ”

"Yes, you're right." Song Yanqing's eyes were crazy, and she hooked her lips and smiled, "Si Ning, she is just a straw bag, how can she compare with me." ”

The reason why Lian Yue said that was to divert Miss's attention, but what she didn't expect was that Miss's attention was diverted, but Miss's appearance made her even more worried.

She was hesitating to report the matter to Madame when the door to her room was opened from the outside.

"Ma'am." As soon as Lian Yue saw that the person who came was Mrs., she subconsciously knelt down.

Song Yanqing also looked at Lian Yue's line of sight, and then saluted, "A-Niang." ”

Mrs. Song looked at the madness in Song Yanqing's eyes and was silent for a moment, "What are you doing!" ”

She had heard everything that had happened in the room just now from outside the door, and she knew that Li Su's public presentation to the county lord of Changle last night would definitely have an impact on her, but she didn't expect it to have such a big impact on her.

"Auntie, tell me, why doesn't he like me? Why? Why would he rather like Si Ning's straw bale than me! Song Yanqing grabbed Mrs. Song's sleeve and shouted.

Looking at Song Yanqing's crazy appearance, Mrs. Song slapped her hard in the face.

This slap was very hard, Song Yanqing was fanned and sat on the ground, her face turned red all of a sudden, and a white palm print could be faintly seen on it.

"Are you awake?" Mrs. Song lowered her eyes and looked at her calmly.

Mrs. Song's slap completely stunned Song Yanqing, she covered her face in disbelief, and looked at her A-Niang in shock, "A-Niang, you hit me?" ”

Song Yuandao is in good health and has difficult heirs, so Song Yanqing is the only child of Mrs. Song and Song Yuandao.

But because of this, they discipline her more strictly, but that is only in schoolwork, in life, she has been pampered since she was a child, and she has never touched a finger of her.

"When you are sober, stand up." Mrs. Song didn't care about her after speaking, and walked to the side and sat down.

Seeing this, Lian Yue was about to step forward to help, but was stopped by Mrs. Song, "Don't help her, let her stand up by herself." ”

Song Yanqing propped up the ground with her hand, and then stood up.

Mrs. Song: "Come and sit." ”

Song Yanqing sat beside Mrs. Song in a daze, as if she hadn't recovered from the beating just now.

Mrs. Song reached out and touched her face that had just been beaten, and as soon as her fingertips touched her face, Song Yanqing gasped.