At noon in summer, the sun is so big that it is so big that even if the wind blows, it will make people feel hot.
Although the Yongning Marquis Mansion is a bit declining, it is also the hereditary Marquis Mansion enthroned by the late emperor. The third sister is the legitimate daughter of the mansion, so she has never been able to be a fair wife for others.
A flat wife, to put it nicely, isn’t she just a concubine.
Song Zhejiang is not a thing, so his elder sister is planning to divorce him, so she sent her third sister to the fire pit to do something.
The wind blew, and Xiao Yu’s white robe was blown away, and he looked at Dong Ce, raised his lips and smiled, “Even if you can afford to lose that person, I can’t afford to lose that person!”
After that, he broke open Dong Ce’s hand holding the corner of his clothes, turned around and put on the sedan chair.
Dong Ce was stunned…what does it mean? Is it a gift or not? I stood there for a moment, turned around and got into the carriage.
“What do you mean, what you said to Song Zhejiang just now are all lies?” Dong Ce said in confusion.
Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes and leaned on the pillow behind his back, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said, “It’s not entirely true. Let him solve the problem with the Duan Prince’s Mansion.”
Dong Ce said in a daze, and then felt something was wrong again. “You asked him to go to Duan Prince’s Mansion and say, what if he talked nonsense and pushed the responsibility to the Yongning Marquis Mansion?”
Xiao Yu shook his head and said confidently, “No, the Yongning Marquis Mansion and the Duke of Zhenguo are still in-laws.”
Dong Ce did not understand what Song Zhejiang meant for a while, but he looked drowsy with his eyes closed. Knowing that he had not had a rest for several days, he stopped asking more questions, just staring blankly and thinking carefully.
As he thought about it, he couldn’t help but murmur, “A man like Song Zhejiang should strike him to death.”
I was talking to myself, but I didn’t expect Xiao Yu to take on his words. I said lightly, “Don’t worry, I just made a thunder, and I was about to kill him on the way to come.”
Dong Ce suddenly…
This room Xiao Yu and Dong Ce rushed to Xiao Yu’s mansion, and the room Song Zhejiang returned to the Duke’s Mansion with a drooping face.
When he went back, the old lady of Duke Zhenguo Mansion was sitting on the big kang by the window and was stunned, her mind full of Dong Xueyi’s appearance when she had just married into Duke Zhenguo Mansion.
At that time, Dong Xueyi was still gentle and virtuous. Her eyes were full of tenderness and tiredness when she looked at Brother Zhejiang, but when did it seem that Dong Xueyi was like a different person.
In her eyes, she could no longer see the previous heat, only her cold and sanity, and her calmness made people feel terrible.
Especially on the night of the incident, when Dong Xueyi slapped Zhejiang Brother three times, the old lady felt a little worried when she thought of it.
The look she looked at Zhejiang Ge’er was obviously hating her.It contains a strong indifference, and that indifference is like a life-and-death enemy.
Hearing the sound of a maid outside greeting Song Zhejiang, the old lady took a long breath, slowly exhaled, and put her thoughts aside.
After Song Zhejiang entered the room and sat down, the little maid took the hot tea and then stepped down. The old lady looked at Song Zhejiang and asked, “Have you met His Highness the Fourth Prince? What do you say?”
Song Zhejiang took a sip of tea in the tea cup and told the old lady one by one about what happened in Bazhen Pavilion, but she gave up the part where he knelt down.
He could not speak out such a shameful thing even in front of his mother.
“…We will leave the Duan Prince’s Mansion to settle, and we will pick up Dong Xueruo in within ten days.” After Song Zhejiang said that, he looked at the old lady.
The sunlight shone in from the window behind the old lady, against the light, Song Zhejiang couldn’t see the old lady clearly
—–People please remind: Please pay attention to the rest of your eyes when you read for a long time. :