The lush branches and leaves of the sycamore block the light in the hot summer.
Wen Yin stood under the tree, feeling the gentle breeze.
A pair of clear eyes peered higher through the branches.
There was a nest of birds hidden there, and the big bird was feeding the little ones that had just hatched out of their shells with worms in their mouths.
The light chirping of birds made Wen Yin deeply understand the meaning of leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade.
Xue Lin ended up like this because she found the wrong backer.
The officialdom is dangerous, and if Xue Lin cannot join in the evil, she will have to find a master who has a clear conscience to work for her.
Concubine Zhen, who is now Concubine Zhen, is by no means a good person to follow.
But, that person is different...
Last night, she found Song Chengyu.
After expressing his opinion that Xue Lin's character might not be suitable for being an official, Song Chengyu had his own thoughts.
And he adopted Wen Yin's suggestion and asked Xue Lin to start from the ninth level.
If he can survive it, it won't be a big problem for Song Xiuyan to recommend him for promotion a year later.
But if this person cannot survive in the officialdom during this period, then suddenly pushing him to a high position will only bring disaster to Xue Lin.
Such a holy hand was buried in the palace, which was a loss for the whole of Gan.
Song Chengyu was not pedantic, and his brain was particularly bright. He did not dislike Wen Yin at all. It was a matter that a woman should not interfere with a man.
When the imperial edict was given to Xue Lin, at the suggestion of Song Chengyu, Song Xiuyan also sent a letter to Xue Lin.
The letter is equal parts affirmation and concern for him.
I also hope that he can understand the Song family's good intentions.
Thinking of this, Wen Yin relaxed her waist.
She twisted her body on the imperial concubine's couch and got rid of the shoes and socks Xiangzhu had put on her not long ago.
The graceful curves are also vividly displayed under the light and shadow.
The texture is clear and frosty, with autumn dew in it. It is graceful and elegant, light and unsustainable.
Song Chengyu came in from outside the courtyard and happened to see this scene.
Wen Yin closed her eyes, the breeze was caressing her hair, her black silk strands were trembling, her long eyelashes were slightly trembling, her eyes and pulse were charming, and her lips and teeth were like pills.
Look at the pink fingers on the slender feet.
Seeing the rising and falling of the chest, there are hidden waves and undercurrents.
Song Chengyu stood there, motionless, only feeling that his throat was tense and dry.
The erotic scene in the ancestral hall that day was in my mind.
It felt thrilling again.
Wen Yin lay comfortably, but then she felt something was wrong. She opened her eyes slightly and saw a man standing not far away.
He was facing the light, and the hair on his face seemed to have a halo of light, making his face more three-dimensional.
The eyebrows are as sharp as stars, the jaw is straight and straight... This face is not only good-looking, but also has a hint of wild beauty.
Wild...
The scenes in the ancestral hall also popped up from the depths of my memory.
His broad chest was stained with sweat.
Up and down, never stopping for a moment.
The salty moistness, accompanied by the wind, made Wen Yin feel trembling at this moment.
She swallowed and opened her pink lips slightly, but for a moment she didn't know how to greet her husband.
She asked him to come over and sit down? But this man had obviously just come from the martial arts training ground and was covered in stinky sweat.
The clothes she wore were Persian fabrics chosen by her mother. They were hard-won and cumbersome to make. The most important thing was that they would become deformed and unwearable if they were not washed twice.
He looked at his clothes and then at him.
She glanced away... and decided to ignore Song Chengyu.
This rough guy, no matter how many clothes he wears, he won't be defeated.
Song Chengyu looked at the woman whose face was rosy at first, and then a little shy. Finally, her eyes turned white and she became cold, and she had no intention of talking to him at all.
He frowned slightly, confused.
He didn't do anything, so why did he offend this charming young lady?
If his wife is not enthusiastic, there is no reason for him to force herself on her.
He threw the letter of apology from Zhuangyuan Mansion into Wen Yin's arms, turned around and entered the house.
Wen Yin looked at the letter and was stunned for a moment.
When I opened it again, it turned out to be an apology letter from Nalan Rongjin.
A letter of apology written specifically to her.
She glanced briefly, then dragged her shoes and followed him into the house.
Song Chengyu was like a cow drinking water. The pot of Longjing brewed in Xiangzhu, under Song Chengyu's strong and powerful wrist, the pot of Longjing water was slurping to the bottom.
After drinking the tea, he wiped his mouth and did not taste the Yuqian Longjing at all.
Just like tea and water.
She leaned gently against the door frame, holding the letter in her hand, and asked: "What do you think of this?"
Song Chengyu seemed to feel that he had not drunk enough, so he went to get a kettle from the side and drank two glasses in succession before saying, "What do I think? This is given to you."
"You didn't see it?"
"This is a letter, and it's not a girl. What's so interesting about it?"
"Then take a look now."
"I do not want to see."
He is not illiterate, but he has some instinctive resistance to words.
Not as good looking as the defense map.
Wen Yin was not annoyed and simply explained: "Nalan Rongjin's letter is an apology to me on the surface, but the implication is that he wants me to make a big deal out of a big deal and release his brother from prison."
"Then you want to let go?"
Of course Wen Yin didn’t want to let that bastard Nalan Honor go so easily.
However, the things involved here are always unpleasant to hear.
She wasn't sure and wanted to hear Song Chengyu's opinion: "What do you think?"
He then turned his head to Wen Yin. She was leaning against the door frame lazily, with one foot in her shoe and the other foot slightly on tiptoe, exposing a large part of her foot.
He hummed softly: "Come here."
Wen Yin was a little reluctant, but Song Chengyu's attitude probably meant that she would definitely not say anything unless she went over.
She pulled on her shoes and walked over slowly.
Song Chengyu sat on the chair generously, opened his arms, and patted his thigh, with a more or less "discussing" tone:
"Sit down and talk."
Her expression darkened.
Song Chengyu added, his eyes looking forward to it: "Sit down, I won't move, and I will put my hands behind my back."
Wen Yin sighed softly.
Still, she lifted up the hem of her skirt and walked towards him.
In a half-crouched position, she leaned lightly against his legs.
It was just that Song Chengyu exerted a strong force on his waist, and Wen Yin's body trembled.
In the end, her feet left the ground, and she rested her whole body in his arms.
She glared at him.
He acted like a normal person and began to express his views on the matter in a serious manner.
"What do you think of the wording in his letter?"
"The apology was perfunctory, but the plea for mercy for my brother was strong. It was not like his usual style. How could a person like him who is good at writing articles not know the truth that things must be reversed when they go to extremes?"
"Yes, he is such a person, how could he not think of it."
Wen Yin responded and suddenly realized something: "You mean, he did it on purpose."
Song Chengyu raised his eyebrows: "Well, Nalan Rongjin is not a pedantic person. I think he came to me this time because of the unrest at home."
Nalan Rongjin's mother, who favored her own children, ruined Nalan's honor to this point.
When I learned that my beloved son was in jail, I would definitely let Nalan Rongjin find a way.
Nalan Rongjin had no choice but to deal with his unsatisfactory younger brother, and this incident made Nalan Rongjin's reputation even more tarnished.
If it hadn't been for Nalan Honor stealing Wen Yin's personal belongings, then the following series of events would not have happened.
Nalan Rongjin also hated this brother very much, but since his mother was around, he couldn't discipline him more, so it was better to throw him to the government.
This letter was sent just to anger Wen Yin, hoping that Wen Yin would try her best to teach Nalan Honor a lesson.
After all, Nalan Guangrong's crime was not a matter of life or death, so he would not worry about the consequences.
What's more, the bigger the matter, the more selfless Nalan Rongjin will appear.
"Then why not, let's publish this letter to him and give him a slap in the face."
"Nalan Rongjin has always been known as a talented scholar, and he is also good at many kinds of calligraphy. I am afraid that this set of handwriting cannot be concluded to be Nalan Rongjin's own handwriting. If it is announced, we may be in trouble."
Evidence that is not conclusive is not good evidence.
It will only cause more rumors.
Wen Yin frowned.
"I don't want to let Nalan Honor go, but I also don't want Nalan Rongjin to get what he wants. Is there any other way?"
"have."
Wen Yin looked at Song Chengyu: "What is it?"
His eyes had been fixed on Wen Yin's face early: "Touch me, and I'll tell you."
