In the hot summer, the eaves of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion are carved with phoenixes, and the rocks are dotted with elegance and splendor.
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 both broken. The emperor ordered us to come and see him. This is not to make us angry.
Are you pushing into the pit..."
"You need to be careful what you say! However, it is true. The prince is disabled, and I am afraid that he will soon be rejected by the marquis.
How many days can I be called Prince? "
The ladies of the noble family were whispering to each other, and their voices suddenly stopped when a servant came out with the curtain open.
Stop.
The boy looked at the scroll in his hand that recorded the name and said loudly: "Ms. Song, please come in to Duke Xin's residence!"
Song Shuwan strolled out from the corner, with a flawless and pretty face as white as snow, and a slender figure.
It seemed like he would be blown down by the wind in the next moment.
The crescent-colored skirt cuts across the rose flowers, causing ripples of fragrant fragrance.
She looked calm and saluted impartially as she entered the main courtyard.
The Marquis, who was sitting at the top, looked at her, his majestic face showed no emotion or anger, and said calmly: "The Zhong family
It is fitting that the eldest lady is ill. However, the eldest lady couldn't come, but the cousin came. After all, she was counted among the Zhong family
Loyalty on the head. "
Song Shu Wan's eyebrows were as dark as a mountain daisy, and her eyes were not even wrinkled.
She did come from the Xinguo Duke's palace, which was full of powerful people, but she was just a cousin whose parents were both dead.
The emperor decreed that his ministers should bring all the female relatives of the right age to the prince to witness the marriage in person.
The spoiled eldest lady didn't want to come and see the disabled person, so she named Song Shuwan and asked her to take the lead.
Now it is reasonable for the Marquis to be sarcastic.
The Marquis waited for a long time, but did not wait for Song Shuwan's counterattack. He felt bored, so he waved his hand and said, "Take the opportunity."
Miss Song went to the backyard. "
A little maid came from the side and showed the way in a vulgar way. Her calloused hand brushed against Song Shuwan.
The bright wrist.
Song Shuwan fluttered her eyelashes, bowed politely, and followed the little maid out.
The little maid walked very quickly. After avoiding people, she started to roll her eyes and said, "It's really hard to run errands on a hot day."
It’s not easy, and we are going to the unlucky place in the backyard again. Miss Song, you are kind-hearted..."
As he spoke, his eyes kept looking at the red silk box held by Song Shuwan.
This means there is a benefit fee.
Song Shuwan walked slowly and unhurriedly, pretending to turn a deaf ear.
The little maid became anxious, stamped her feet and said: "It's just a shabby house that depends on someone else, and it's still showing up in front of me."
The score is here! "
She just treats this young lady as a clay figurine, with no fire at all.
He spoke quickly and happily.
Song Shuwan suddenly spoke, her voice as moving as an oriole: "Is this the upbringing of the Hou family? How can it be like that?"
She is a girl raised in the mansion, more like a cow running in the countryside. "
The little maid turned around in shock, her face reddened by these words.
Her face was ferocious, with disdain and sarcasm almost spilling out of her mouth, and she jumped to her feet and said: "You, you orphan..."
Before the little maid finished speaking, she saw the expression of the girl in front of her become vivid, as agile as a falcon.
He stepped forward and pushed her hard.
"Bang!" 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 touched the acupuncture point on her waist.
The little maid couldn't move anything except her eyes.
"Woooooooo..."
Song Shuwan blinked her bright eyes, her snow-white pretty face was stunningly beautiful, and there was no way she was deliberately pretending to be weak.
The appearance of forbidden wind.
At this moment, she was like a sharp blade that had escaped from its scabbard, constantly choosing between playing games and killing people.
"Speak less in the future, otherwise trouble will come from your mouth, do you understand?" She smiled lightly, and the pear dimples on her lips were particularly prominent.
simple.
But in the eyes of the little maid, it was more terrifying than anything else.
Everyone in the capital knew that Miss Zhongjia Biao was an orphan, timid and uneducated.
However, when I saw it today, it seemed... completely different from the rumors...!
Song Shuwan didn't care about the little maid's miserable inner activities. She walked slowly along the corridor, looking far away
Then I saw a small lonely courtyard.
The small courtyard is described as dilapidated. There is only a solitary winter plum in the courtyard, which is desolate.
"Gululu——"
The confidant slowly appeared pushing a wooden wheelchair. Sitting in the wheelchair was an aristocratic young man with his eyes closed tightly.
At this moment, it seemed like he was staring into his eyes.
The young prince is dressed in a jet black brocade robe, with gilt patterns floating in the light and shadow. His face is shrouded in
In the daylight, all you can see is the delicate outline, the high nose and thin lips, full of supreme pressure.
Song Shuwan frowned slightly. Even if she was sitting in a wheelchair, this man's intimidation was really great.
Too fierce, like the King of Hell emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and like a naturally noble superior.
As expected of the Prince of War of the Zhou Dynasty, if he had been an ordinary boudoir daughter, he would probably be shaking right now.
Trembling, speechless.
"I've met the Crown Prince." Song Shuwan calmed down and bowed slightly.
The confidant frowned and said coldly: "Miss Song, if you are just here for the sake of the family, now
You’re good to go! "
Very rude, but understandable.
The corners of Song Shuwan's lips raised slightly. She handed over the red silk box in her hand and said, "Inside is
Please accept the gift I prepared for His Royal Highness. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not an ordinary person. Long Yuqian
Tan still has the opportunity to fly, His Royal Highness Wanwang Crown Prince must not lose heart. "
When she said these words, her eyes kept staring at the handsome young man 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.
Different from the scorching heat of summer, it looks like spring light.
Pei Huan's strangeness only lasted for a moment, and then he became as still as a mountain.
He opened his crimson thin lips lightly and said in a cold voice: "Miss Song, there is no need to pretend to be scheming to control my son. You
If your appearance is without salt, this prince will look down upon you and will not want you. Take the things away, please take them back! "
Pei Huan was obviously as cold and hard as steel, but Song Shuwan felt the anger in his heart for no reason.
and loneliness.
Broken legs, blindness, cold treatment from family, ruined future...
She knelt down slightly and placed the red silk box on the ground.
"His Royal Highness's eyes were invaded by heat poison, and the meridians of his legs were injured by sharp blades. The injuries are not serious. I will lead you."
The medicine that came here is useful to His Royal Highness. His Highness, please take some rest and take the medicine. I resigned. "After that, Song Shu
Turn outward gracefully.
As the words fell, the surrounding air seemed to have cooled down a lot.
An aura of murderous intent came over. Two secret guards appeared from nowhere and attacked each other. The long swords in their hands
The sword danced like a ghost, sealing Song Shuwan in the middle!
The long sword in the secret guard's hand was like iron, and it was gently placed in front of her slender neck. An inch further forward would have made Song Song
Shuwan's blood splattered on the spot.
