In the scorching summer, the eaves of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion are carved with phoenixes, and the mountains and stones are dotted with grace and luxury.

Several young girls stood in front of the main courtyard with the support of their respective maids, their faces full of impatience.

"The prince's legs and eyes are broken, and the emperor ordered us to come and show him, this is not to put us on fire

Push in the pit......"

"Be careful! It is, though. The son of the world is crippled, and I am afraid that he is about to be disgusted by the Hou Ye, and he is also

How many days can you be called a son? ”

The ladies whispered to each other, and their voices abruptly came out with a curtain open

And stop.

Xiao Wu looked at the scroll with his name recorded in his hand, and said loudly: "Xinguo Mansion, Miss Song, please come in!" ”

Song Shuwan walked out of the corner, with a flawless pretty face with white skin and snow, and a slender and weak body Liu Fufeng,

It was as if it was going to be blown down by the wind in the next moment.

The crescent-colored skirt corners cut through the moon flowers, bringing a burst of fragrant ripples.

She was quiet, and when she entered the main courtyard, she saluted impartially.

The Hou Ye, who was sitting at the top of the place, looked at her, his majestic face could not see joy or anger, and said lightly: "Zhong family."

The eldest lady was sick at the right time. However, the eldest lady couldn't come, but Miss Biao came, and it was always counted in the Zhong family

Righteousness on the head. ”

Song Shuwan's distant mountain-like brows and eyes were not wrinkled.

She did come from the Xinguo Mansion full of powerful people, but she was just a cousin whose parents died.

The emperor decreed that the courtiers should bring all the women of the right age to the prince to marry his wife.

The pampered eldest lady was reluctant to come to see the crippled, so she named Song Shuwan and let her take the top.

Now Hou Ye's sarcasm is also reasonable.

Hou Ye waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Song Shuwan's counterattack, he felt bored, so he waved his hand and said, "Bring it."

Miss Song went to the backyard. ”

A little maid came from the side, led the way with a rude movement, and brushed Song Shuwan with a calloused hand

of the Bright Wrist.

Song Shuwan's eyelashes moved slightly, and she followed the little maid out.

The little maid walked quickly, and after avoiding people, she began to roll her eyes and said, "It's really an errand on a hot day."

It's not easy, it's to go to the unfortunate realm in the backyard again, Miss Song, you are a kind-hearted ......"

As he spoke, his eyes kept looking at the red silk box that Song Shuwan was holding.

This means a benefit fee.

Song Shuwan walked unhurriedly, just deaf to her.

The little maid was anxious, stomped her feet and said, "It's just a broken house under the fence, and it's still set up in front of me."

The spectrum is coming! ”

She only treated this young lady as a clay figure, and she didn't have any fire at all.

The mouth is fast, and he speaks happily.

Song Shuwan Huo Ran spoke, her voice was as moving as a yellow bird: "This is the upbringing of the Hou Mansion?" Where is it like

It's a girl raised in the house, but it's like a cow running in the countryside. ”

The little maid turned around in amazement, blushing at these words.

Her face was hideous, and her disdain and sarcasm were almost overflowing, and she jumped to her feet and said, "You, you orphan girl......"

Before the little maid's voice fell, she saw that the girl's expression in front of her was vivid, like a harrier eagle.

Ransacking up, he pushed her hard.

"Smack!" The little maid fell into a puddle of mud, covered in filth.

She tried hard to get up, and Song Shuwan stretched out her bare hand and put it on the acupoint on her waist.

When the little maid boarded, she couldn't move anything except her eyes.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Song Shuwan blinked her bright eyes, her snow-white pretty face was gorgeous, where was she deliberately pretending to be weak

The appearance of the forbidden wind.

At this point, she was like a sharp blade unsheathed, and she was constantly choosing between playing and killing.

"Say less in the future, the trouble will come from the mouth, do you understand?" She chuckled, and the pear vortex stood out on her lips

Simplicity.

But in the eyes of the little maid, it is more terrifying than anything else.

Everyone in the capital knows that Miss Zhong Jiabiao is an orphan girl, timid and afraid, and she does not learn and has no skills.

However, when I saw it today, it was like ...... and rumored to ...... It's completely different!

Song Shuwan didn't care about the little girl's tragic inner activities, she walked slowly inward along the sheep intestine road, far away

Then he saw a small lonely courtyard.

The small courtyard is described as dilapidated, and there is only a lonely Hanmei tree in the courtyard, which is bleak and sorrowful.

"Bone-"

A cronie slowly appeared pushing a wooden wheelchair, and on the wheelchair sat a noble teenager, his eyes closed,

At this moment, it was as if he was looking at him.

The young prince was dressed in a jet-black brocade robe, with gilded patterns floating in the light and shadow, and his face behind his head was shrouded in a slight sideways

In the daylight, I can only see delicate contours, high noses and thin lips, full of supreme oppressive force.

Song Shuwan's thin eyebrows frowned slightly, even if she was in a wheelchair, this man's deterrent power was real

is too aggressive, like the king of Hades who has been killed from the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, and it is like a naturally noble superior.

is worthy of being the son of the god of war of the Great Zhou Dynasty, if he changes to an ordinary boudoir daughter, I am afraid that he will tremble now

Trembling, unable to speak anything.

"I've seen the son." Song Shuwan settled down and bowed slightly.

The cronies frowned, and said indifferently: "Miss Song, if you just run for the life of the family, now."

You're good to go! ”

Very rude, but understandable.

The corners of Song Shuwan's mouth raised a slight arc, she handed over the red silk box in her hand, and said, "It is."

I also ask His Royal Highness the Prince to accept the gift I have prepared for His Royal Highness. His Royal Highness is not an ordinary person, and the dragon meets shallow

The beach still has a chance to fly, and His Royal Highness the Prince of Wanwang should not be discouraged. ”

When she said this, her eyes kept staring at the handsome boy in the wheelchair.

Pei Huan's eyes were no longer visible, but he seemed to be able to feel a stream of heat standing in front of him.

It is different from the scorching of summer, like spring.

Pei Huan's strangeness was only for a moment, and then he became motionless again.

His thin crimson lips opened lightly, and he said coldly: "Miss Song, you don't have to pretend to be scheming in order to deal with this son. you

If there is no salt, this world will not look down on you and will not want you. Something to take, please return! ”

Obviously, Pei Huan was as cold and hard as steel, but Song Shuwan felt the anger in his heart for no reason

and loneliness.

The leg is broken, the eye is blind, the cold reception of the family, and the future is broken......

She squatted down on her knees and placed the red silk box on the ground.

"His Royal Highness the Prince of the World's eyes were attacked by hot poison, and the meridians of his legs were injured by sharp blades

The medicine that came is useful to His Royal Highness, and His Royal Highness is good to recuperate and use medicine. I quit. "Let's talk about it, Song Shu

Wan turned and walked out.

As the words fell, the air around him seemed to cool down a lot.

A murderous aura struck, and the two dark guards who appeared out of nowhere crossed attacks, the long in their hands

The sword danced like a ghost, sealing Song Shuwan in the center!

The long sword in the dark guard's hand was like iron, gently lying across her slender neck, and an inch further could make Song

Shuwan's blood was splashed on the spot.