Song Yihuan didn't care whether he was afraid or not.
"I count to three, or I'll die if I don't go!"
"One or two..."
"I go!"
"I'm going to... woo woo."
Dong Baokun is greedy for money and lustful, but he is a sensible person. Now that he has entered the eldest princess's house, his body no longer belongs to him.
He glanced at Song Yihuan resentfully, as if looking at a heartless man.
Then he walked around the screen and walked in without looking back.
Song Yihuan said through the screen: "My foster mother, I met a goblin on the road. He is all green. It is most likely a green onion. In order to prevent him from causing harm to the world, my foster mother has to go out and subdue him."
Dong Baokun: "..."
What a miserable life!
He never thought that one day his identity would be the Green Onion Spirit.
"Um?"
"What a green onion spirit who has cultivated himself into an adult."
"Come here and let me take a look."
…
Soon an indescribable sound sounded from the screen.
Song Yihuan got up and went to the hall, asking the housekeeper to call Xiaoyao to play chess with her.
Xiao Yao is the first male favorite of the eldest princess. He is called Xiao Yao because he is as beautiful as a demon.
Because he occupied the first plot, although the little demon is older and less favored, he can still stay and work with the eldest princess.
This house is managed by the little demon. He designed it exquisitely and uniquely. The eldest princess liked it and came to live there often.
"I knew the lady was coming, but I didn't dare to disturb you rashly. Don't blame me, lady." The little demon is already thirty-five or sixty-six years old, but his beauty has not diminished, and he has the maturity and stability of a middle-aged man. His temperament is not inferior to that of a young man. people.
Song Yihuan motioned for him to sit opposite.
"Mr. Sir, you don't have to be polite. My stepmother is busy and I'm so busy that I want to ask you to play a game with me."
With a faint smile on Xiaoyao's face, he sat cross-legged opposite Song Yihuan.
Song Yihuan didn't despise them like other famous families, and he was willing to make friends with them.
It was he who facilitated the eldest princess to accept Song Yihuan as her adopted daughter.
The two of them were playing chess and chatting, until the fourth game was played, when a servant came in and announced that the eldest princess was coming this way.
Song Yihuan calculated the time and found that it was about an hour and a half, which was not too wasteful.
The two got up and went out to wait, and soon saw Dong Baokun walking over with the eldest princess in his arms.
Although the eldest princess is already in her forties, she is well-maintained and looks like she is thirty at most.
When the former dynasty overthrew, various forces fought in a melee, and the eldest princess was married to the leaders of the two forces one after another by the emperor.
Subsequently, the two forces perished one after another, and the current emperor also became a climate change. Needless to say, the contribution of the eldest princess was of great importance.
The emperor proclaimed himself queen, and the eldest princess was already old, so she did not remarry, but raised a daughter-in-law.
The emperor knew that he owed her, and he could do whatever she wanted.
"Foster mother!" Song Yihuan held the eldest princess's other arm.
The eldest princess's face was full of joy, "Huan'er has a sharp eye and recognizes monsters. She won my heart."
Song Yihuan: "It's all good teaching from my adoptive mother."
Dong Baokun: "..."
Have these two people considered his feelings?
Even if he is a demon, can you consider the demon's feelings?
"Huan'er is here today just to give away this little demon? Is there anything you can't hide from your adoptive mother?"
Song Yihuan chuckled, "Nothing can be hidden from my stepmother's eyes."
"After all these years, my adoptive mother must have been able to tell that the third prince also dislikes Huan'er."
The eldest princess blinked, "You mean, let me be a lobbyist to persuade the third prince?"
Song Yihuan shook her head, "How can others persuade you about emotional matters? Although Huan'er is young, she also understands this truth."
"My adoptive mother also knows that I am not a virtuous and virtuous person. The emperor has high hopes for the third prince, and it is human nature to dislike Huan'er."
The eldest princess has been dealing with those in power for the first half of her life, so she still doesn't understand what she means.
Neither the emperor nor the third prince liked Huan'er, but the emperor had made the engagement himself.
With the emperor's unscrupulous temperament, Huan'er is almost certain...
"Oh, Huan'er, although my adoptive mother has her heart, she can't disobey the emperor's order. Even if I am the emperor's biological sister, I can't make him take back his order."
Song Yihuan said quickly: "How could I make it so difficult for my adoptive mother?"
"I just want to ask my adoptive mother for something. If the third prince has a girl he likes, please ask his adoptive mother to help intercede."
This time, the eldest princess did not refuse.
"Since the third prince broke the engagement first, my adoptive mother will naturally be on your side."
"With the words of my adoptive mother, Huan'er will feel at ease."
The two chatted for a while, and Song Yihuan stood up to say goodbye.
Dong Baokun looked at her leaving back and gritted his teeth with hatred. He had never seen such a merciless woman.
"Cion'er, what are you looking at?"
Cong'er is the new stage name given to him by the eldest princess.
Dong Baokun was about to cry but had to put on a smile, "I...I just wanted to thank Miss Song, but she left too fast."
What else could he say?
That he was deceived by Song Yihuan?
The eldest princess can kill him on the spot.
Not only could he not say bad things, but he also had to thank Song Yihuan. He was so aggrieved!
He did think about Princess Shang, but he never thought about Princess Dachang!
He's older than his mother...
The eldest princess pulled him to her side and leaned on his arms like a little girl. "She has such a fiery temperament. Thank you next time."
"It's my Xiao Cong'er, how should you thank me?"
…
At night, the eldest princess fell asleep tiredly, and Dong Baokun was exhausted. Fortunately, his work was not in vain. The eldest princess had promised him to go out once a month.
He twirled his fingers lightly, remembering the soft rabbit fur hand stove.
That girl must be the second young lady that the Song family just found. Her innocence and kindness are his only support now...
——
At this time, the Protector's Mansion.
Song Hailan was showing off his skills crazily. After a dazzling operation, Bai Zongtang finally ate the roasted venison.
Song Hailan caught the deer alive and brought his own seasonings.
If he didn't know his identity, Bai Zongtang might not dare to eat it.
The fresh and tender venison is imported, and it is indeed full of flavor and extraordinary.
Bai Zongtang's mouth was full of oil after eating, and he even took Song Hailan to drink a few drinks.
Bai Jade Butterfly was very pleased to see this.
After his father died in the war, my grandfather had never been so happy.
My younger brother is still young and my grandfather is old.
As a sister, she can only seize power and protect her younger brother in order to continue the glory of the Bai family.
Although Cheng Huan wanted to be at her grandfather's knees and make him happy every day, she couldn't do such delicate behavior.
Looking at the two people drinking happily, they were as cold-hearted as her, and she couldn't help but feel slightly moved, feeling that the five hundred taels were well worth it.
After having enough wine and food, the wild king said goodbye and left.
Bai Zongtang called her to the study.
"Do you know who that kid is?"
"The apprentice of the best chef in the world, known as the Su Changpo Little Overlord, the successor of the Thirty-Six Styles of the Northwest Crazy Knife, the Patriarch of the Desert Picnic King Zahid." Bai Yudie said truthfully.
"Hahaha," Bai Zongtang smiled while twirling his beard. His granddaughter has had a good memory since she was a child, and she has a photographic memory and a photographic memory.
"Yesterday you went to the Song family. Were the Song family still warm to you?"
Bai Yudie thought for a moment, "General Song and Mrs. Song didn't come forward, but Song Yihuan was very enthusiastic. Even if her granddaughter was rude, she didn't care. Before leaving, she even lent her a military book."
Bai Zongtang nodded, then stretched out his hand, "You have memorized it, it's my turn to read it."
Bai Jadedie was originally going to show it to him, but she took it out of her sleeve.
"Grandpa, look slowly, I'm back."
"Well, go ahead and get some rest early."
Bai Yudie left the study, her expression became solemn, and she called the housekeeper.
"Uncle Zhang, go check it out. Who is the descendant of Su Changpo's Little Overlord, the Thirty-Six Styles of Northwest Crazy Sword, and the founder of Desert Picnic King Zahid?"
