"Why don't you say it in advance if the eldest sister is coming, I can also prepare some things to entertain the eldest sister."

Hearing the soft female voice behind him, Song Qinglan retracted his senses, looked at the door of the hall, and slowly stood up from the chair.

I haven't seen her for many years, but her third sister is so slim. Song Qinglan smiled, took a few steps forward to meet Song Qing'an, and said blessings to each other.

"It's rare to come back to the palace, and you and my sister haven't seen each other for many years. I came directly, Qing'an won't blame me, right? ”

Song Qinglan held Song Qing'an's hand and looked at her quietly with a smile. The person in front of him wore a small jacket with white makeup today, fell white jade earrings, and his hair was simply coiled up and inserted into a coral hairpin, which was quite elegant.

"The eldest sister said with a smile, let's sit here."

Song Qingan smiled and led Song Qinglan to sit down. When she came, she saw many strange faces standing outside the hall, thinking that they were all brought by her eldest sister.

"Zhuyan, you go down, I'll talk to the eldest sister about myself."

The bamboo smoke echoed out of the side hall, and the hall door was closed, and the hall was a little dark for a while.

Neither of them spoke, Song Qing'an brewed tea by himself, the fragrance escaped, and even Song Qinglan couldn't help but close his eyes and sniff.

"The tea in the Third Sister Palace is so fragrant."

Song Qingan was making a cup, and when he heard the words, he handed it to Song Qinglan: "Thank you eldest sister for your compliment, eldest sister try it quickly." ”

Song Qinglan picked up the teacup and asked before drinking: "Where is this tea, third sister?" ”

Song Qing'an moved slowly and replied: "It was sent by Concubine Chen, and Niangniang said, this is the new tea cultivated in Linzhou." ”

Concubine Chen?

Song Qinglan's movements froze, and the tea in front of him was not drunk, nor was he not drunk.

She took a sip, only to feel that her diaphragm should panic, and put down the teacup without drinking any more.

Song Qing'an looked at her, and when he saw her looking at her again, he quickly lowered his eyelashes to hide the smile in his eyes.

"It's really good tea."

Song Qinglan reluctantly praised it, but Song Qingan didn't answer, and the hall was quiet again.

Song Qing'an is so clear, does it have anything to do with Concubine Chen, or does he not?

Song Qinglan suppressed the doubts in his heart and waited patiently for Song Qingan to speak.

The latter finally made the tea slowly, raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qinglan, and said with a shallow smile: "That's nature." ”

"Eldest sister is in a hurry to see me, is there something wrong?"

"What are these words, can't I come to see you if I have nothing to do?"

Song Qinglan said angrily, and wanted to shake Song Qingan's hand very closely. Song Qing'an quietly moved his hand to hold the teapot, allowing Song Qinglan to feel empty.

"The eldest sister came back suddenly this time, she can't be in a hurry to see me, right?"

Song Qing'an's words were faintly thorny, but it made Song Qinglan's heart feel a little relieved.

If Song Qing'an really behaved without any guilt, she would feel that what her mother said was probably true.

"You and I are sisters after all, and even if I came for other things, I should have come to see you."

Song Qinglan smiled unremittingly, got up and said, "Don't bother, I'll go first." ”

"Eldest sister, walk slowly."

Song Qing'an respectfully blessed his body, but he had no intention of retaining it. Song Qinglan didn't care, he glanced at it lovingly like a grumpy child, then withdrew his gaze and left.

It wasn't until the shadow of Song Qinglan's last servant wiped the corridor that Song Qingan straightened up, and all emotions were wiped away from his face.

The eldest sister is here...... I'm afraid I'm here to test what she has to do with Concubine Chen.

But what exactly is she going to do when she returns to Beijing?

Song Qing'an lowered her eyes and intently, remembering the tiredness in her eyes when Song Qinglan was still in the hall.

It won't be a trivial matter that can make her eldest sister feel tired.

Could it be that something happened to her people from Linzhou in Beijing?

If that's the case, don't worry too much about the eldest sister's troubles.

"Princess, Miss Jade has arrived."

Song Qing'an's eyes lit up: "Please come in." ”

--

Qinzhou.

Qiu Wenhua was cut off an arm during the battle and has been recuperating for several days. Although Song Qinghuai had some minor injuries, he was much better than Qiu Wenhua.

Just when the medical officer came to change Qiu Wenhua's dressing, in order to divert his attention, Qiu Wenhua accosted Song Qinghuai.

"Second Highness, the general of the West Night, don't you need to send someone to try the first trial?"

"Not necessarily." Song Qinghuai smiled warmly, "Only by hanging him can he be anxious and make him suspicious." ”

"Yes." Qiu Wenhua nodded, "I don't know who the West Night Society will send to negotiate peace." ”

"If I'm not mistaken, the West Night...... There is also a mission inside the girder. ”

Song Qinghuai seemed to have no intention of mentioning it, and Qiu Wenhua immediately stared.

"Yes...... Wait for Your Majesty's will. ”

Estimating the day, the report should have reached Beijing, and I think that there will be a holy decree in the future.

Song Qinghuai sat down again, chatted with Qiu Wenhua for a few words, and when he saw that the medicine was almost changed, he got up and said goodbye.

It was a rare sunny day in Qinzhou today, and Lin Yuan was waiting outside the tent, and he hurriedly greeted Song Qinghuai when he saw him.

"Did someone send it?"

"Your Highness, it's all arranged."

Song Qinghuai bowed slightly, and glanced in the direction of Dahe's camp.

So many days...... It's time to give him some information.

--

A few days after Song Qinglan returned to Beijing, the palace was quite calm.

But in fact, Song Qinglan has sent people to search a few times in the suburbs of Beijing, but still no trace of Xie Hesi has been found.

Although they were careful enough, they still caught the attention of Dongchang, and several people have been arrested by Dongchang and their whereabouts are unknown.

Song Qinglan wasn't worried about what would be exposed by the person who was taken, she was even more worried that Pei Qing would guess directly and find Xie Hesi before them.

If Xie Hesi falls into the hands of Dongchang...... But it's not good.

Because, her concubine Xie Hechen is actually an anti-Pei Pingshan party.

Dongchang has always wanted to dispose of Xie Hechen, but it is difficult to start because of his identity. If his sister had been caught, the situation would have been completely different.

Song Qinglan was anxious, and he almost never left Changle Palace again, contacting his subordinates all day long. On the contrary, Pei Qing has hardly been in the palace these days.

Song Qing'an hadn't been able to see Pei Qing for several days, and every time someone asked, the reply he got was: "Lord Palm Print is not in the palace, the princess will come back another day." ”

If Pei Qing hadn't confirmed with her before, Song Qingan would have wondered if Pei Qing was disgusted with her and did it on purpose.

Pei Qing has been unusually busy these days, it is said that the court can be called peaceful now, and even King Xuan is about to leave Beijing, what can he be worthy of?

Song Qing'an was bored and cut flowers and branches in the hall, and the case was full of redundant branches.

"Cuizhu, what do you say Pei Zhangyin is busy with?"

Song Qing'an opened his mouth coldly, shocking Cuizhu.

"Princess, maid...... The servant doesn't know. ”

"It's me who is confused and asks you what to do."

Song Qingan chuckled, raised his hand and cut it again. She was sitting facing the pane, and the sunlight was pouring down on her face, and there was a strange beauty. For some reason, Cuizhu always felt that Song Qing'an's action of cutting flower branches had a sense of careless cruelty.

It's like a ...... Palm Print-sama.

Cuizhu silently lowered her head, not daring to look again.

Song Qingan seemed to mention it casually, and then didn't ask Cuizhu again. She put down the scissors and told Cuizhu to clean up the table.

Taking advantage of this vacancy, Song Qingan went to the side hall.

Zhuyan took the opportunity to stuff the note into Song Qing'an's hand, she quickly looked at it, and then took a deep breath.

"Great......"

Song Qing'an clutched the note and muttered in his mouth.

"Brother...... My brother can finally come back. ”