Song Jing looked at Song Ling's firm and stubborn eyes, and had no choice but to ask:

"Junzhu, this matter, the eldest brother will not force you, if you need the eldest brother's help anywhere, the eldest brother will definitely help you, you have to remember, you and I are brother and sister, the eldest brother will always be your eldest brother, and he will always be on your side. ”

Song Jing held Song Ling's hand tightly, and a powerful invisible thought entered Song Ling's heart.

Song Ling looked at Song Jing and nodded seriously, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.

In this world, what Song Ling cares about is Liu Yueru and Song Guo, as long as these two people are safe, it doesn't matter how much she is wronged.

After Song Jing and Song Ling chatted a few words, in order not to affect Song Ling's rest, Song Jing gave some advice and left early.

Walking to the door, Song Jing suddenly thought of something again, turned to walk in, looked at Song Ling and asked in a low voice, "By the way, Junzhu, why are the people of the Night King here?"

"It was the Night Lord who saved me, maybe it was because we saved him before, okay, big brother, go back quickly. Song Ling was afraid that Song would ask more, so he hurriedly urged.

When Song Guo heard this, he didn't think much about it, and after a few words of advice, he left.

Time passed day by day, and during this time, Song Ling had been lying on the bed, if it weren't for Liu Yueru's frequent visits to her, she would have felt moldy.

But thinking that Liu Yueru was unwell, it was not good for Liu Yueru's asthma to always walk around like this, and it happened that Song Ling thought of the previous bet at the poetry conference, and then Song Ling asked Song Zhiqing to call over.

Not long after, Song Zhiqing walked in tremblingly, the previous scene had already made Song Zhiqing very afraid of Song Ling, not only afraid of Song Ling, but also afraid of Chu Linyuan.

Chu Linyuan's invitation to enter the urn had already made Song Zhiqing unforgettable for the rest of her life, and she didn't dare to provoke Song Ling at will.

"You're here, at the previous poetry conference, you said that you wanted to be a slave for me for a month, you shouldn't have forgotten, right?" Song Ling watched Song Zhiqing walk in, and immediately asked, giving the maid a look by the way, and the maid respectfully retired.

When Song Zhiqing heard this, she hesitated for a while, and then screamed: "Song Ling, you won't really let me be your slave, right?"

Song Zhiqing looked at Song Ling in disbelief, she was the third lady of the General's Mansion, why should she be a slave to Song Ling?

Song Ling was hurt by this screaming and noisy brain, frowned, and looked displeased: "What are you yelling about? Do you have an opinion?"

Song Ling's tone was full of threat, and the eyes that looked at Song Zhiqing were also full of hints.

As if silently telling Song Zhiqing that if she didn't do it, then the things that Song Zhiqing did before would be made public.

Song Zhiqing understood what Song Ling meant, and a trace of reluctance flashed in her eyes, but even so, Song Zhiqing still gritted her teeth and looked reluctant:

"Okay, a month, a month, say, what do you need me to do. ”

Song Zhiqing's face was full of grievances and reluctance, as if Song Ling had oppressed her, Song Ling couldn't help but laugh when she saw it, could it be that she would let her really be a maid?

"When you're fine, just come and chat with me, just tell me what interesting things have happened in the General's Mansion recently, you must do everything in detail and hide nothing, otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't tell you about those things. ”

During this time, she has been staying in bed, and Liu Yueru is not very clear about the affairs of the General's Mansion, Song Guo has gone out again, and she can only get something from Song Zhiqing's mouth.

Otherwise, who knows if there will be someone in the General's Mansion who secretly Chen Cang.

"That's it?" Song Zhiqing's face was full of surprise, her eyes were full of disbelief, she thought that Song Ling let her wipe the floor and do all the things that the maids did, but she didn't expect it to be so simple?

Thinking of what he did to Song Ling at the beginning, Song Ling actually didn't take revenge on himself, which was simply incredible.

"Yes, otherwise?" Song Ling asked rhetorically, "Could it be that you really want to be a maid?"

"No, no, no, no, no, isn't it just chatting, I can do it. Song Zhiqing shook her head again and again, her eyes were full of resistance, and at the same time, her disgust for Song Ling was much less.

"Okay, although I don't like you, but you're not too bad, and you're from the General's Mansion, I'm not Song Zhirou, so I won't embarrass you too much. Song Ling said coldly.

When Song Zhiqing heard this, she nodded again and again, and then said all the things in the General's Mansion today.

Only then did Song Ling know that it was no wonder that Song Zhirou had no shadow during this time, and her feelings were because she followed the children of Wang Yan'er and Chu Linhan and other princes and ministers to visit the West Lake.

As for Song Zhiqing, after all, there is only one place in each mansion, and Song Zhirou naturally will not let go of this opportunity.

The old lady doesn't know if it's because she saw the invitation to enter the urn before, and she has been in a daze, and she has had that serious illness, and she hasn't been sick for a long time, and she doesn't want to see anyone.

Shen Ningshuang also took Song Xiaobao to play, and only Song Zhiqing, Liu Yueru and Song Ling and Song Qian were left in the mansion, and of course, the old lady.

It's just that these people can't make any big waves, so the general's mansion is exceptionally quiet during this time.

"That's probably it, after the second sister left, the general's mansion was quiet, and I was playing with the maids every day in addition to going to school, which was too boring. Song Zhiqing said in a hurry, her tone full of displeasure.

"Now you can chat with me, and it doesn't have to be boring, if it's boring, you can clean my room." Song Ling said coldly.

Although Song Ling didn't hate Song Zhiqing very much, after all, everything Song Zhiqing did was basically instigated by Song Zhirou, but Song Ling never liked Song Zhiqing.

The things that Song Zhiqing did were like nails piercing Song Ling's heart, even if they were pulled out, there were still traces and could not be healed.

Don't don't, I think it's good to talk to you, it's not boring at all, just clean the room, let the maids do it. ”

After Song Zhiqing heard Song Ling's words, she shook her hand again and again, joking, cleaning the room, how could she do it?

Song Ling didn't say anything when he heard this, and after asking a few questions casually, he let Song Zhiqing leave, and he already knew everything he wanted to know.

As for the others, there is nothing to know, now Song Ling just wants to recuperate his injuries well, and then pay for his blood debts!