Song Youyu was very surprised when he received the letter from Liu Ping.
He held the corner of the letter for a while, then asked full of doubts: "Did your sister really ask you to come here?"
Liu Ping nodded quickly: "Gu, the princess said that the young master is a person who does big things, so I asked this servant to follow you these few days, running errands and helping others, and also gaining experience along the way."
Song Youyu's green face was a bit sarcastic and he didn't speak.
The original Song Qinghuan never said that he was a person who did great things. Whenever he saw that he did not study seriously and was messing around with his friends, he would only scold him loudly and cry after saying a few words.
The burden of the Song family rests on him, and her future also rests on him. Everyone in the family will count on him no matter how they live in the future.
At first, Song Youyu still felt guilty, so he picked up the book and read it carefully for a while, but he was not a good reader after all. The articles he memorized today would be completely forgotten tomorrow.
He also wanted to lift up the Song family, and he also wanted people to mention the Song family with admiration, but he still failed to do so, and instead made himself miserable.
Later, he developed a rebellious mentality, threw away all his books, and hung out with those dandy boys in the capital every day. When Song Qinghuan caught him, he would hide once he said something, and sometimes just contradict him with a few words.
Where did they live among those bad friends?
Song Youyu opened the letter in his hand and looked at it carefully, but the more he looked at it, the more something was wrong with his expression.
As soon as he closed the letter in his hand, his brows showed an angry look that was inconsistent with his age.
"Sister, on the way down the mountain that day, the horse was frightened. Did anyone in front of me find any signs?"
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Song Youyu accepted the letter and left Liu Ping behind.
Xunmei received the reply letter from the Song family and sent it to Song Qinghuan with a smile: "I'm afraid the eldest young master has really grown up."
Song Qinghuan cut the letter with a knife, unfolded the paper, and saw only a few short words on it, but even this made her feel at ease.
After burning the letter paper on the lamp, Song Qinghuan lay down next to him and ordered: "Pack away the palace clothes for entering the palace. I'm afraid I will have to enter the palace in the future."
These days, there are a lot of rumors about Xiao Wei doting on his concubines and killing his wife. Coupled with the theft of the treasury, Xiao Wei stays behind closed doors and refuses guests. She has been walking around the harem for many years. The arrogant Concubine Liu has also restrained herself a lot.
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Every morning and dusk he never misses a beat, he speaks in a low voice, and his treatment of the palace people is not as gentle as before.
Even the last time Song Qinghuan came to the palace to pay her respects, Concubine Liu surprisingly did not embarrass her. Instead, she was more protective and acted out a drama of harmony between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
But the disdain deep in his eyes can be seen clearly by anyone who is not blind.
Queen Wang had been oppressed by Concubine Liu for many years. Even when she saw her putting on a show, she would laugh out loud in private.
But if you have been a tiger for a long time, you will never be content with being a cat again.
Concubine Liu Guifei and Xiao Wei could only tolerate their anger for a moment. As soon as the news spread, there would definitely be movement.
Xunmei listened to the instructions and sent the little maid into the house to take out the clothes for the palace, carefully incense them and iron them.
After calculating the days, he found that the day after tomorrow was not the fifth day, so he asked more eloquently: "How did the girl know that she would enter the palace the day after tomorrow?"
Song Qinghuan smiled mysteriously: "I won't tell you."
On the second day, Xiao Yun and Zhang Yunwei came together to visit Song Qinghuan.
Although Xiao Yun was also frightened, it was much better than Zhang Yunwei seeing it with his own eyes.
Zhang Yunwei's eyes turned red as soon as he entered the door, and even now he is still filled with fear.
The several skin injuries on Song Qinghuan's body were not serious, and the injured bones were fixed well. They were not visible despite wearing thick clothes in winter. Apart from being in poor spirits, there was nothing wrong with her.
When she saw Zhang Yunwei looking like she was about to cry, she immediately said: "Sister Yunwei, stop it, stop it. The maid in my courtyard has been crying for a day, and my ears are almost calloused. Stop it, or else
People who don't know think I'm really dead."
Zhang Yun swallowed the sobs that reached his lips again, and Xiao Yun said repeatedly: "Bah, bah, bah, children's words are unbridled, good luck and good luck."
Song Qinghuan chuckled, how could a child as big as her.
"You girl, you are worrying me all the time. My mother is worried to death, but you still have the energy to joke around here."
Xiao Yun was so angry that she wanted to hit her, but she was afraid that there would be any injuries on her body, so she held back.
When they were looking for someone, she didn't go with them, and Song Wende and Song Youyu didn't say much, but they could guess how someone would not be injured after falling from such a high place.
Song Qinghuan saw Xiaoyun's worries in his eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, pulled her to sit next to him, and said jokingly: "Then what can I do? One or two of them will cry when they see them, and I am worried."
died."
There is a nonsense saying: "It is said that people who heal their injuries are in a good mood and their injuries heal quickly. When I see people crying, I want to cry too. How can I heal my injuries like this?"
As soon as Song Qinghuan said this, Zhang Yunwei immediately wiped his tears and supported the stage with her: "Sister Qinghuan is right, it's not my fault anymore."
The words that were accumulated in my mouth now can no longer be said. I can only laugh and talk about happy things.
There is peace and joy in Qianyunju, with constant laughter, but the other side of Yinyan Pavilion is gloomy and gloomy.
Yao Yuechan sent people to run out to the study several times, but she was stopped every time. She didn't say anything else but said: "The prince is still injured and needs to rest. Come back another day."
She was so anxious that she had no choice but to go out to the study room in person early in the morning, but she still couldn't see even Xiao Wei.
The many eyes in the outer study looked at her, and she was willing to be humble, so she knelt in the courtyard and begged Xiao Wei for mercy.
After kneeling outside the courtyard for more than half an hour, Xiao Wei's cold voice came, with a hint of anger: "There have been a lot of things lately, and I have been in a lot of inconveniences, but my concubine is still here."
Read books and do embroidery in Yinyan Pavilion, and don't walk around."
With just one word, she was placed under house arrest in Yinyan Pavilion again.
Yao Yuechan cried, knelt down, and admitted her mistake, but she didn't know what her mistake was from the beginning to the end.
The laughter on the other end of Qianyunju reached her, and she was so angry that she threw a set of tea cups and gritted her teeth: "Why didn't she die? Why didn't she die? She should have died long ago."
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Feishuang was so frightened that she knelt down and was too stunned to say a word.
Still Rushuang advised: "Girl, please bear with me for the time being. You must follow the prince's wishes. Otherwise, you will suffer a big loss."
He added: "If you live in this house, your future will be long."
But the future is not as long as the eyes are filled with poison. A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years.
Song Qinghuan didn't know what happened to Yinyan Pavilion. At this time, she was pouring the jade charm out of her purse, holding it in front of Xiao Yunshi, and asked in a low voice: "My daughter has little experience, mother, please take a look.
