Lu Ling returned to the house that day and felt something was wrong with his body.
That was because the yin energy was not replenished enough. She quickly asked Xiaorong to light candles in the room and went to bed early.
When Liu Qingyun came back, she distributed the lucky lots to Mrs. Song, Mr. Song and others, and then hurriedly went to find Song Wenzhou.
In the room, Yu Qing lit a candle, knelt down in front of the couch, holding a small plate of grapes in her hand, half-biting one with her jade teeth, and presented it to Song Wenzhou with her face raised.
Song Wenzhou could not move his legs, but he could move his hands and mouth.
The two of them had a great time.
Liu Qingyun came in and interrupted the intimate behavior between the two. Yuqing was so angry that her teeth itched.
She stood up, put the grapes next to her, and said displeasedly: "Master, I'm going to get water."
Seeing Yu Qing go out, Liu Qingyun hurriedly sat down next to Song Wenzhou and said, "Cousin, today I went to Guiyuan Temple to help my aunt and others pray for fortune."
"Are you here to ask for help?" Song Wenzhou was in a good mood and his voice was bright. He raised his hand and waited for Liu Qingyun to help him tie the fortune stick on his hand.
Liu Qingyun took out the red ribbon from her cuffs and said, "I went to make an appointment with my sister-in-law in the morning. My sister-in-law told me that she wouldn't go. But when I arrived at Guiyuan Temple, I saw my sister-in-law."
Song Wenzhou thought for a while and asked, "Is she begging for the Lu family or the Song family?"
Liu Qingyun shook her head and whispered: "Cousin, she didn't go to ask for a lucky draw."
"What are you going to do?"
Liu Qingyun couldn't help but secretly rejoiced, but she had an angry expression on her face: "I didn't expect that King Zhao would go to Guiyuan Temple today. At the gate of the temple, my sister-in-law fainted for some reason, and King Zhao actually went up to hug her and held her in his arms. Sent back my sister-in-law’s carriage!”
"What did you say?!" Song Wenzhou's voice suddenly increased, with anger in his words, but more of a surprise.
Liu Qingyun bit her lips and said: "Cousin, my sister-in-law is obviously your wife, but she went out and had physical contact with King Zhao after she fainted. If this gets out, how will our Song family make people laugh?"
When Song Wenzhou heard this, his hands involuntarily grasped the sheets tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.
"Cousin!" Liu Qingyun gently shook his shoulders, bit her lip and said coquettishly: "Sister-in-law, she has done something sorry for you, do you still want to grow old with her?"
"Damn it!" Song Wenzhou slammed his right fist on the couch and gritted his teeth: "No wonder she secretly ran to the capital last time and didn't let me know about it under the pretext of looking for a miracle doctor!"
Liu Qingyun was even more shocked when she heard this. She said in disbelief: "Cousin, you mean that my sister-in-law has known King Zhao for a long time?"
"Otherwise she fainted, why would Prince Zhao personally carry her back to the carriage?"
Prince Zhao was a prince with a noble status, and she, Lu Ling, was not only a merchant by birth, but also a married woman. If they didn't know each other, how could they behave like this?
"Cousin, if that's the case, do you still want to keep her by your side? Let's tell my uncle about this quickly. Divorce your sister-in-law, so that I can be with you!"
Liu Qingyun thought that Song Wenzhou would take a stand when he found out about this. She had already been mentally prepared for Lu Ling to be abandoned and marry her cousin.
The clinker Song Wenzhou was furious, but he gritted his teeth and said: "Tomorrow I will personally ask what is going on!"
When Liu Qingyun heard this, she felt a little unsure.
What if what happened during the day was just a coincidence and King Zhao had a kind heart? Then wouldn't her hopes be dashed?
"Okay cousin," Song Wenzhou regained some composure first, "It's late at night, you should go back quickly, so as not to cause others to gossip."
"Cousin..." Liu Qingyun stood up aggrievedly, unwilling to leave, but Song Wenzhou frowned tightly, wondering what he was thinking. She could only grit her teeth and go back reluctantly.
The next day, the post from the Wang Mansion was sent to the Song Mansion.
The post states that in five days, King Zhao will hold a poetry gathering in Mengxi Garden, and those who receive the post need to bring their family members to attend. The post was delivered to Lu Ling by the concierge, and Song Wenzhou was also notified.
Lu Ling smoked candles all night, but his health didn't improve much.
It was the Buddha's light yesterday that hurt her so deeply that it was difficult to recover for a while.
Lu Ling took the post and guessed the purpose of King Zhao's poetry meeting.
"Young madam, the young master invites you to come to Cuiyu Pavilion." The maid announced.
Lu Ling suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.
I took the post to Cuiyuxuan.
Sure enough, when Song Wenzhou saw Lu Ling, his face instantly turned livid.
She sat on the stool beside Song Wenzhou.
"I heard that the palace has sent a message." Song Wenzhou said, suppressing the anger in his voice.
Lu Ling handed the post to him.
Song Wenzhou opened it and looked at it, his hands gradually started to tremble.
Closing the post, he held it hard, making a crunching sound between his fingers.
"Why did King Zhao send the post?"
Song Wenzhou gritted his teeth and asked.
Lu heard the sound of his knuckles cracking, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Because my father is the prefect."
Quite the commander-in-chief of Weizhou.
"Yeah?"
Lu Ling couldn't help but frown and asked: "Otherwise, what else could be the reason?"
Song Wenzhou turned around and stared at Lu Ling, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened when you went to Guiyuan Temple yesterday?"
Lu Ling's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.
I didn't expect him to know about this.
In this case, if she keeps hiding it, it will appear that she has a guilty conscience.
So she turned her head and looked at Song Wenzhou with neither humility nor arrogance: "Yesterday, my mother and I went to Guiyuan Temple to ask for blessings. On the way, I felt unwell and fainted. King Zhao happened to pass by and sent me back to the carriage."
Song Wenzhou suppressed the anger in his chest and asked again in a low and depressed voice: "Why did King Zhao send you back to the carriage? What is your relationship with him?"
Lu Ling laughed angrily, tilted her head and asked, "What do you think is the relationship between me and Prince Zhao?"
"I'm asking you!" Song Wenzhou suddenly threw the post in his hand towards Lu Ling, hitting Lu Ling's exposed neck.
The maids standing at the door screamed in fright.
Lu Ling jumped up from his stool and touched the spot hit by the sharp corner of the post in disbelief.
Song Wenzhou could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, his eyes were red like a fierce and terrifying beast.
"Lu Ling, you are my wife, but you are hooking up with another man!"
When Lu Ling heard this, he felt both angry and ridiculous. She really couldn't imagine that a person who was always thinking about killing her, who was having sex with her cousin behind her back, would not feel shameless, but would instead accuse her of being unclean!
She wanted to rush over and slap her to remind him of the shameless things he had done.
But she knew very well that anger could not solve any problems at all, it would only make her lose her mind.
Lu Ling bit his lip, trying hard to suppress the anger in his chest, and then explained: "Song Wenzhou, I don't know Prince Zhao, and there is no possibility of any intersection between me and him. He is a high-ranking prince. With you, There is no way that my birth could catch his eye. Even if you want to accuse me wrongly, please use your brain. Is this possible? "
"But it just happened!" Song Wenzhou almost rolled off the couch, but unfortunately the wound prevented him from doing so. He could only point angrily at Lu Ling, his hands trembling.
Lu Ling looked at his red eyes and knew that he had been carried away by anger. What he said at this time was just a waste of words.
King Zhao did save him several times, and what happened between him and him was what he had to do in order to survive.
