"Nonsense!"
Hearing this, everyone present turned pale.
Madam Hou's brows furrowed, her expression extremely nervous, "If you don't like the noise, you can have meals in your room in the future instead of going to Fuyun Temple."
I was afraid that He Yuzhang would really go up the mountain to practice again.
Last time she and the Marquis hurried there, just in time to catch up with the host who wanted to shave him, but the old couple were frightened.
Seeing that the other party still had a cold face and said nothing, Mrs. Hou Fu looked at Song Qingyi and signaled her to apologize quickly.
Song Qingyi bit her lip in grievance, her face a little pale, looking at the man's cold face, "Husband, don't be angry, Qingyi said the wrong thing."
"Let's eat."
He Yuzhang picked up the bamboo chopsticks indifferently and picked up the vegetables in front of him.
Listening to the man's words, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Wanning sat aside, pursed her pale lips, and lost her appetite looking at the delicacies in front of her.
The brother-in-law was so uncertain, and she had offended her many times in the past few days. It was really dangerous, and Ruona Yogyakarta immediately decided to become a monk.
The Marquis's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion will definitely skin her.
It seemed that this task was more difficult than she thought.
After such an incident, everyone ate quietly afterwards. After finishing the meal, Song Qingyi and Song Wanning sent the Prime Minister's wife away and then returned to their own yard.
"Miss, are you okay?"
As soon as he entered the door, he was grabbed by Qinghe and checked, "I heard that the prince got angry in the front yard. Miss, are you okay?"
Song Wanning shook her head, pulled Qinghe into the door, and warned.
"Qinghe, this Marquis Mansion is complicated, and you and I have humble status. We must be careful in what we do and say in the future."
"I have entered the gate of the Hou Mansion. From now on, you will call me Aunt Lan."
Qinghe looked at his master distressedly and nodded.
"Aunt Lan, what do you plan to do next?"
When Song Wanning mentioned this, she felt a headache and frowned.
It seems that it will take some effort to defeat He Yuzhang.
"Qinghe, you can quietly go and buy some Buddhist scriptures for me tomorrow."
Qinghe responded, "Okay, I'll go tomorrow."
Suddenly a strange fragrance came.
"Auntie, what does this smell like? It smells so good."
Hearing this, Song Wan Ning's face turned red and she turned her face away unnaturally.
"It's getting late, you should go down and rest first."
After Qing He left, Song Wanning quickly walked behind the screen, took off her clothes, and released the water from her chest...
The magpies flew up to the branches, facing the first ray of sunshine, and chirped briskly and joyfully.
Qinghe fetched water and entered the door, waking Song Wanning from bed.
The woman rubbed her eyes and saw that the sun was already in the sky. She trembled and woke up instantly.
"Ah! Why is it so late? Please help me get dressed and go greet the young lady."
She had been thinking about how to please He Yuzhang last night, and she didn't fall asleep until midnight.
Qing He smiled lightly and said: "Auntie, there is no need to panic. The nanny from the young lady's courtyard came here early this morning. She said that the young madam was unwell today, so she told you not to go and pay her respects."
"I wanted you to get some more rest, so I went to buy the Buddhist scriptures, and then I asked you to get up."
Hearing this, Song Wan Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking about his plans for today, he allowed Qing He to freshen up and dress himself up.
"Auntie is so beautiful like this."
Listening to Qing He's praise, Song Wanning raised her head and looked at herself in the bronze mirror, feeling stunned.
The woman in the bronze mirror has removed her usual bright-colored skirt and put on a light blue dress, which adds a sense of coolness. Even her usually charming fox eyes look pitiful.
There is quite a look, and I feel pity for him when I see him.
Song Wanning curled her lips, she looked like a seductive fairy.
In the past, she didn't like to show off her appearance, but now she is a little lucky. Maybe now she has to rely on this skin to lure the big Buddha into the mortal world.
"Qinghe, is the prince in the house?"
Qinghe said: "The prince is drinking tea in the garden."
In the garden——
"It's the tea from you that makes me drink it."
The man was dressed in black brocade, with a handsome face, and sword-like eyebrows flying into his temples. He was holding a gold-painted black ancient jade fan, shaking it one by one.
He Yuzhang sat opposite, raised his eyes to look at the other person, and said in an indifferent tone: "Why are you here to see me today?"
This person was Xu Xinghan, the son of the Minister of Punishment, who met He Yuzhang at a banquet in the palace when he was a child.
"Of course I'm here..." Xu Xinghan raised his eyebrows. Halfway through his words, he suddenly saw a figure walking in the distance. His pupils trembled unconsciously and he murmured: "It's for the Nine Heavens Fairy."
