Song Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard wrongly.
When he turned to look outside the study, he realized that he was not hallucinating.
But I saw Lu Ling standing in the yard wearing a Changrong-colored narrow-sleeved double-breasted top and a jade-colored printed floor-length skirt with a pony bun and a jade hairpin inserted sideways.
There was no powder applied to her face, and her complexion was still pale.
A gust of evening breeze blew gently, her dress swayed with the wind, and her skin glowed with some radiance under the slanting sunlight of the setting sun.
Qiu Shui looked at the study calmly, without any fluctuation due to the behavior of Song Wenzhou and Yu Qing.
At that moment, Song Wenzhou felt that he had some misunderstanding.
The woman in the courtyard is like clear ice and snow, cold but lonely and beautiful.
Hey, a slap in the face so quickly?
A second ago, he thought Lu Ling was not beautiful!
It turned out that since Lu Ling borrowed a corpse and came back to life, he didn't think as much as the original owner, and he wasn't sad because of Song Wenzhou's neglect. Instead, he ate well, slept well, and took good care of himself.
In the past half month, her body has gained weight and she looks much better than before.
"Husband, are you disturbing you?"
Lu Ling raised his eyebrows and asked.
Song Wenzhou's face froze and he quickly pushed away Yu Qing who was sitting on his lap.
Yuqing pulled her collar and stood aside with a blushing face.
Song Wenzhou cleared his throat, stood up quickly, forced a smile, and said: "Ling'er, you misunderstood, we..."
Lu Ling smiled faintly and said nonchalantly: "My husband has recovered from his injury, so he must release the desires he has accumulated over the past half month. Ling'er understands."
Um?
Haitang, Yuqing and Song Wenzhou were all stunned.
Why, you speak so bluntly? Moreover, when such words were said from the mouth of a woman, she didn't blush and her heart beat?
It seems that Lu Ling has really changed a lot!
Song Wenzhou thought to himself.
Lu Ling smiled lightly, "Since my husband is busy, Ling'er will go back first."
With that said, he turned around and left without hesitation.
Haitang couldn't even react.
Song Wenzhou hurriedly said: "Wait, Ling'er, what do you want?"
Lu Ling stopped, turned around, glanced at Yu Qing, and said, "Husband, can you bear it?"
Song Wenzhou looked embarrassed and said, "It doesn't matter."
Lu Ling pretended to say: "Ling'er is afraid of disturbing her husband's good things, and my husband is neglecting Ling'er."
Song Wenzhou said unnaturally: "What are you talking about? When has my husband ever neglected you?"
hehe.
Lu Ling rolled his eyes in his heart.
"In that case, Ling'er really has something to say."
"What's the matter?"
Lu Ling replied: "I just received a letter from Acheng this morning. Acheng said that my mother has been seriously ill recently. As a daughter, Ling'er is worried and wants to go home for a visit. She came here to tell her husband." "
Song Wenzhou was startled.
What? Lu Cheng's letter, hadn't he always been blocked by others? How did Lu Ling get it?
He looked at Lu Ling with complicated eyes, but saw a slight smile on her lips, giving people a soft feeling.
"Who sent this letter? How come I don't know?"
Song Wenzhou asked.
Lu Ling said: "Of course the concierge in the front yard sent someone to deliver it to our yard."
"What did Acheng say in the letter?" Song Wenzhou asked this question. He felt it was inappropriate and quickly added, "I am also worried about my mother-in-law's condition. What did Acheng say?"
Lu Ling frowned slightly: "Didn't I just tell you that my mother is seriously ill?"
"...Is that all you said?"
Lu Ling couldn't help but sneer: "A-Cheng is still young. Even if he wants to say it, it is just to say something about our brother-in-law relationship. Is your husband so curious because he is afraid that A-Cheng will say something that cannot be said in the letter?"
Song Wenzhou couldn't help but choked and had nothing to say.
"Husband, I will go back to Lu's house in three days." Lu Ling looked like he couldn't refuse.
"No!" Song Wenzhou said hurriedly.
"Why not? How can there be any reason in this world for a husband to not let his wife go back to visit her when her mother is seriously ill?"
Seeing Lu Ling's cold eyes, Song Wenzhou looked at her with complicated eyes, and he really felt like a completely different person!
He went back to his old routine: "Ling'er, you are weak and can't go far, for fear of being bumpy on the road. How about I personally go to the Lu family to check on my mother-in-law's condition to ease your worries? ?”
Lu Ling sneered and said, "What did you say, husband? It's me who misses and worries about my mother. How can you alleviate my worries if you go? Besides, I haven't returned to the Lu family in nearly three years. People who don't know may think that I He was killed by your Song family, and you kept it secret and didn’t dare to tell anyone!"
Song Wenzhou's heart skipped a beat, a feeling of guilt came over him, and his expression changed uncontrollably.
How do you feel that there is something in her words?
It's as if she knows something...
But that shouldn't be the case. Even his own mother doesn't know that he wants to harm her!
Is there some flaw somewhere?
"Please husband, please don't stop me." Lu Ling said this and turned around to leave.
Song Wenzhou looked at her thin back - it was strange, she still looked the same as before, but why did her temperament change so drastically?
There was nothing he could do to stop him at this time, otherwise Lu Ling would definitely become suspicious.
Suddenly thinking of the letter she said the concierge had sent in, Song Wenzhou felt a flash of will-o'-the-wisp and immediately went to find the concierge to question him.
Yuqing suddenly stopped him and asked, "Master, where are you going?"
Song Wenzhou turned his head and then remembered that their good deeds had been disturbed.
But at this time, he had no interest in Yuqing.
After sitting at the table and thinking about it, he picked up the book and handed it to Yuqing: "My cousin said she wanted to read this book before, so you can send it to her."
Yuqing opened her mouth, but no words came out.
She could only take the book, holding fire in her stomach, and gave it to Liu Qingyun.
Liu Qingyun hadn't seen Song Wenzhou for several days, and she was thinking a lot.
The maid Bai Zhi passed the book into Liu Qingyun's hands. Liu Qingyun hurriedly opened the book and took out a piece of paper, which said "See you at the rockery in the back garden at 1 hour."
She recognized Song Wenzhou's handwriting, saw that it was getting late, ate dinner in a hurry, and went to freshen up happily.
While holding the lamp, Mr. Song finished his official duties and returned to the mansion.
Today, they and a group of officials had a heated argument about the location of Prince Zhao's Mansion. Now that they have returned to the mansion, their heads are still buzzing and hurting badly.
He has always been a workaholic. After returning to the palace, he ran to the study to read books, hoping to complete the construction of Prince Zhao's Palace as soon as possible.
I was so busy that I forgot about time. When I looked up, another two hours had passed.
The study door was open, and the night wind outside the door rustled the leaves.
Mr. Song stood up with a tired look on his face and planned to go out for some air.
At this time, almost all the servants in the mansion were resting, and lights were turned off everywhere.
The night was dim, and the floor was dimly glowing with white light.
Mr. Song walked along the path outside the study to the back garden.
While walking, I was still thinking about the affairs of the palace.
Unknowingly, he had walked to the rockery. When he looked up, he found strange rocks in front of him, and the branches and leaves of various trees spread out wantonly in the night, like monsters in the abyss clawing at people.
Mr. Song was not afraid, he just sighed and murmured: "Why did you come here?"
As he said that, he turned around and went back.
Suddenly, there was a burst of teasing laughter from men and women from the other side of the rockery, as thin as mosquitoes and flies.
