Everyone looked up one after another. The woman was dressed in red and looked bright and majestic.
Her condescending gaze fell on Miss Lian: "Do you know who this young master is?"
Miss Lian was refuted in public, and she was angry and embarrassed for a moment. No matter who she was, she just choked: "The clothes are so shabby, I think she is just a villager in the mountains."
He looked at her suspiciously: "What, do you know him?"
Moving today, Song Yu wore the short shirt of the past for convenience. She has a tall figure and a sharp gaze. Although she is not too shabby, she does not look like a pampered young man in the city.
The woman shook her head and looked at Song Yu: "This young master is none other than Song Yu, the second-in-law of the Song Dynasty."
"Mr. Song is kind-hearted. For the sake of the Jiang family's upbringing, he not only did not blame Miss Jiang for using his identity to enjoy the blessings for more than ten years, but also gave gifts in return and protected him in many ways. The relationship between the two could not be more innocent. .”
Everyone in the hall was instantly in an uproar.
"At the same time, Mr. Song is also my savior, Shen Piaopiao."
The woman looked at the dumbfounded Miss Lian and said, "Miss Lian, I know you don't mean any harm, but it's better to understand it clearly before speaking."
Miss Lian suddenly blushed, Shen Piaopiao stopped looking at her, went downstairs and walked to Song Yu,
She pursed her lips and smiled, with a charming face: "Young Master Song, you are well."
Song Yu looked at Miss Lian with an expressionless face, avoiding her eyes and not daring to look directly at her. Then she turned to Shen Piaopiao and nodded: "Thank you for today's incident, Miss Shen. Song will be grateful to see you later." We are sure to come to visit you, now please allow me to take Yue'er to take the first step."
After saying that, he nodded and led Xihe to the shop.
Xihe was stunned and turned back as he walked: "Are you just leaving like this? Don't you want to talk anymore? Miss Shen has been so helpful, why don't we treat her to a cup of tea?"
Song Yu solemnly walked forward without saying a word, and turned in at the entrance of the alley.
He let go of his hand and turned to look at her.
Xihe blinked and stumbled: "What, what's wrong?"
Song Yu said in a deep voice: "You don't need to endure this kind of thing in the future. If you need to retaliate, just retaliate. I'll be responsible for whatever happens. And..."
He raised his hand and touched her hair tentatively: "I know you don't want to rely on the Song family. It doesn't matter. I will work hard to get the honors as soon as possible and become you... and grandpa's support."
Xihe looked at Song Yu blankly, and was surprised to find that his ears were crimson.
She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and turned away: "Yeah."
Returning to the small courtyard, Mr. Jiang has come back and is wandering around the courtyard, touching here and there, his eyes full of love. When he saw them coming back empty-handed, he looked strange: "Didn't you go shopping? Didn't you buy anything?"
Song Yu said calmly: "Well, let's go tomorrow."
Xihe glanced at him, brushed his hair away from his ears, said something and then returned to the house.
Mr. Jiang looked at her back, rubbed his chin, and said thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, this girl is quite pretty. Mrs. Liu next door has a grandson. I heard that she is a good person and even passed the scholar examination. You think she will die Girl, how about the past?"
Song Yu: "...Grandpa, Yue'er is still young."
Mr. Jiang immediately glared: "You are so young, you will be an old girl in two years. Who will want her then? No, I will ask more."
Holding his hands behind his back, Deng Deng Deng ran towards the door again.
The happiest person about moving is Mr. Jiang. Teahouses and theaters are his favorites.
I get up early every day, go out for a walk and then come back with breakfast. After lunch break in the afternoon, I walk out again, as if I have returned to the time when the Jiang family was not defeated.
Song Yu was completely busy, but would come over whenever she had free time.
The Song family also knew that Xihe and Mr. Jiang had moved to the city. They had ordered people to send things over, and even asked Xihe to come and sit down. After being rejected, they stopped asking.
Time flies, and it’s March in Yangchun.
That day there was a temple fair outside the city, and many people went to participate. Xihe and Mr. Jiang left the house after talking to each other.
It was an excellent day. The water was gurgling by the stream, the breeze was blowing in the forest, and the flowers were fragrant. Men, women, old and young were laughing and laughing at the temple fair, and various small stalls were set up on the roadside.
Xihe said to Mrs. Xu, "Aunt Xu, you go shopping, I'll go over there and have a look."
Madam Xu stared in shock. Before she could say anything, Xihe's figure disappeared in the crowd. The crowd was bustling. She was so anxious that she stamped her feet and hurriedly caught up with him.
Here, Xihe turned left and right and turned into a secluded path.
The dog rested its chin on its front paws, its shiny black tail wagging boredly: "You want to go to Spring Terrace?"
Xihe walked quickly: "Yes."
Gouzi turned over and yawned loudly: "In the spring of the thirteenth year, the prince was assassinated on Spring Terrace. The courtiers were shocked, and they all petitioned your majesty for a thorough investigation. However, the emperor hastily closed the case and appointed the eight prince, who was only five years old. For the prince...well, you want to save him?"
The sound of drumming could be heard faintly from behind the dense woods, and Xihe stopped.
She looked around and said, "It's too troublesome to subvert Chao Gang. Since the prince is already ready to be rescued, why not? With a qualified master, it will be easy for Song Yu to do things."
Anyway, no matter what, the person on the throne cannot be wanted.
It was past winter, and the trees in the forest had revealed their buds, and weeds were growing on the ground. Xihe went into the dense forest, pushed aside the grass, and found that the spring terrace had become a mess.
The ministers screamed in panic, the imperial guards searched for the assassin, there was blood on the stage, and the emperor had long since disappeared.
Xihe: "..."
It's still late.
Seeing that the imperial guards were about to search him, Xihe quickly escaped.
The temple fair was held outside the city, not far from the Spring Terrace where the emperor worshiped heaven, and not far from both was the Xiangguo Temple.
Xihe went straight to Xiangguo Temple without saying a word.
Sure enough, by the time she arrived, Xiangguo Temple had been heavily attacked.
The thousand-year-old temple was silent at this time. The Imperial Guards were patrolling back and forth, and Xihe circled around. In the end, they had no choice but to wait until dark before sneaking in.
Crunch——
The silent wooden door was opened.
An embroidered shoe stepped in, the room was filled with candles, and several waiters had already fallen asleep.
Xihe walked to the bed and looked down. There was a man lying silently on the bed. He had handsome features, elegant appearance, and a pale face without any blood.
She frowned, reached out to touch his wrist, and suddenly raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"
At this moment, a fist blast came from behind. Xihe quickly avoided it without thinking, and turned around and kicked him——
boom,
Wow.
The slender embroidered shoes carried a huge force, and the man in black hit the chair hard.
Xihe's face was solemn, and she quickly stepped forward, raising her foot to step down. Suddenly, a familiar "Wait a minute" made her stunned.
