Yuan Bao ran in from outside.
He saw that his master's monk's robes were somewhat scattered, and his newly arrived aunt was lying on the ground.
His thoughts suddenly drifted away.
This...successfully made his master break the habit?
"Yuanbao, throw her back to her room!"
The man's cold and heartless voice interrupted Yuan Bao's random thoughts.
Yuan Bao quickly called several maids and helped the drunk Song Wanning out.
He Yuzhang looked at the messy ground, and there seemed to be a woman's unique fragrance lingering in the air.
Anxiety arose in my heart.
Pinch the beads in your hand and move them.
Amitabha.
It seems that his Buddha nature is still not firm enough!
Read the sutra for one more hour tomorrow.
The next day——
Song Wanning covered her head and got up from the bed, and a familiar figure immediately rushed to the bedside.
"Miss, are you feeling better?"
"Qinghe?" Song Wan Ning stood up, her eyes full of confusion, "Why are you here?"
Qinghe was her personal maid in the Song family and had followed her since she was a child. This time she entered the Marquis's mansion as a concubine. It was unclear whether the future would be good or bad, so she was left in the Song's mansion.
"I begged Madam to let this slave come over to serve you, Miss." Qing He said.
Song Wanning suddenly grabbed Qinghe's hand, "Where is the little brother? How is he?"
"Don't worry, miss, the young master is doing well in the house." Qinghe looked at Song Wanning and said distressedly: "They said that as long as you do things well, miss, they will not treat the young master badly."
Hearing this, Song Wan Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as my little brother is fine, that's fine.
He pinched the center of his eyebrows, glanced around, moved his hands for a moment, and frowned slightly.
Wasn't she in He Yuzhang's courtyard last night?
"Qinghe, how did I come back?"
Qinghe helped her dress up, "You were drunk last night, and the Crown Prince asked someone to carry you back."
Song Wan Ning:......
This man is really good!
When a beauty comes into his arms, he can't avoid her.
Why!
How difficult it is to lead a Buddha into hell.
"Bang!"
Suddenly the door was pushed open and Song Qingyi walked in quickly. The grandmother behind her pushed Qing He away, grabbed Song Wanning's arm and pressed her to the ground to kneel.
"Miss! What are you doing!"
Qinghe struggled and was slapped on the face.
Song Wan Ning was startled and looked at Song Qingyi who was sitting beside her in astonishment, "Sister, has Wan Ning made you unhappy?"
Song Qingyi raised her eyebrows in response to the woman's show of weakness.
After waving her hand, grandma let go of Song Wan Ning.
"Fifth sister, don't forget your mission to the Hou Mansion. If you mess up again, I will definitely let you taste the consequences."
Sharp nails scratched Song Wan Ning's fair and tender face.
Song Wanning pursed her lips and endured.
Probably because she was thrown out by He Yuzhang while drunk yesterday, Song Qingyi thought she had fallen out of favor.
"Don't worry, sister, I will definitely complete the task as soon as possible."
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly a cold voice sounded from outside.
Song Qingyi's eyes trembled, she quickly stopped her hand and put on a peaceful smile.
He turned around and looked at He Yuzhang, who was wearing a monk's robe. He knelt down and saluted, and said in a gentle tone: "Husband, why are you here?"
"I heard that my sister was drunk yesterday, so I came here to have a look."
He Yuzhang's expression was cold and his tone was even more indifferent.
"Well, my mother has something to do, so I asked her to go to the front hall."
Song Qingyi looked a little confused about the man's indifference.
He twitched his lips and said, "Yes, let's go then."
After saying that, he was about to leave, but when he saw that the man was not moving, he turned around and looked at the man in confusion.
When she saw him walking inside, Song Qingyi looked startled and tightened her hand holding the embroidered handkerchief.
Song Qingyi lowered her head, and suddenly a pair of monk shoes appeared in front of her eyes. She looked up blankly at the man who was already in front of her.
"Brother-in-law?"
The man frowned at this title.
Seeing a red scratch on the woman's cheek, she calmed down and said, "You come too."
"Ah?" Song Wanning said in surprise.
