After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 297 Master Song, Why Didn’t I Find Out Before…

Shen Qianzhao stretched out her hand cautiously, wanting to touch Song Huai's chin, but the moment she stretched out her hand, she hesitated, her fingertips stopped in mid-air, unable to move up or down.

Song Huai was taken aback for a moment, raised his hand to hold the soft white hand, and asked with a look in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qianzhao looked at Song Huai, and then remembered a long time ago. In fact, Song Huai still had an Adam's apple, and his voice was not as clear as Cheng Feng's, nor as sharp as other eunuchs in the palace...

All kinds of signs are all stacked together at this moment.

She was a little uncertain for a while, but she also felt that the vague guess in her heart was too absurd, outrageous, and impossible.

She frowned, and wanted to ask something, but felt that she was thinking too much, and Song Huai had no reason.

What if I hurt his self-esteem by asking so rashly?
Thinking of this, Shen Qianzhao didn't dare to ask anything, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled, "It's okay, I just haven't seen you for a long time, I want to see you more."

Song Huai curved his lips and smiled slightly, as if his heart had been gently scratched by her small hand a few times, he raised his hand and gently patted Shen Qianzhao's shoulder.

After a while, he opened his lips and said, "It's my honor to be missed by Your Highness."

Shen Qianzhao's cheeks were flushed by this sudden sentence, and he put his small hands around his waist tightly, looking up at his fair face, and asked, "How is the journey going back and forth, but is it going well?"

She knew that Song Huai went to testify for the Jibei case, and Sun Biao had confessed a while ago that there was another key witness in the case ten years ago, who was in charge of the river worker at that time.

But in the end it was an old case, and it took a long time just to investigate the traces.

Song Huai's eyes darkened slightly, "It's too late."

Shen Qianzhao was slightly taken aback, "What?"

"When I got there, I realized that the person had disappeared half a year ago. The local county government closed the case. It was the enemy who came to the door. There were seven members of the family, and none of them survived."

As Song Huai said, Shen Qianzhao frowned, "Is it when the flood happened?"

Song Huaihan nodded, "Yes."

The occurrence of this flood was obviously caused by cutting corners in the construction of the embankment ten years ago. After the flood, countless people were killed and injured, and the scene of the city was mourned.

Presumably the people behind the scenes were afraid that what happened ten years ago would be exposed, so they immediately arranged for someone to silence them.

According to Sun Biao, it was this person who was always in contact with them back then, and later gave a lot of money. After the embankment was built, he took his wife and children back to his hometown.

There has been no news for so many years, and how can it be such a coincidence that just a few days after the flood, the enemy came to the door.

Seeing Shen Qianzhao's worried expression, Song Huaiwen said, "But we found some useful things in his home."

Similar to the kind of jade that Chengfeng had seen on Mingyi's body, it was scattered like leftovers, and one or two private account books that were hidden underground and stamped with a certain Si family's private seal.

It was these things that made him and Zhou Yan encounter killers on the way back, and they almost couldn't come back.

Just thinking about it made him feel a little scared.

As a result, Song Huai hugged the little girl in his arms even tighter. In the past, he would ignore life or death whenever he was on an office job.

But now, with the little girl in front of him, it seems that he has a weakness, and he can't help but think about everything for a long time.

He didn't even know, what would she do if he really couldn't come back one day?
Shen Qianzhao raised his fist and lightly hammered Song Huai's chest, "That's good..."

Before she finished speaking, she noticed a slight change in Song Huai's face, as if she was a little pale, but she could bear it.

"What's wrong, where did you get hurt?"

She grabbed Song Huai's arm and looked up and down nervously. Only now did she realize that there was actually a faint smell of blood lingering in the air. It was only because of this unexpected surprise that she became careless. , did not notice.

Shen Qianzhao remembered that he had hugged him so firmly and hammered him twice, and suddenly felt extremely guilty, and his expression collapsed.

Seeing the worry on her face, Song Huai suddenly regretted that he should have washed up before coming here.

"It's just a small injury, it's okay."

Song Huai's voice was deep, and it was just a few simple words, but when they came out of his mouth, they always gave people a vague sense of solemnity that they were treated in their hearts.

Every single word is heart-pounding.

Shen Qianzhao bit her lower lip, she couldn't believe the little injury Song Huai said.

If it was a minor injury, how could he be so pale.

Shen Qianzhao got up immediately, habitually pulled Song Huaikuan's broad palm, and walked towards the hall, saying plausibly, "I'll show you."

Being forced down on the couch by Shen Qian, Song Huai was taken aback for a moment, until the scent was soft and seemed to be nothing in front of him, Song Huai's heart jumped violently, and his ears felt hot, "No need, before entering the palace The doctor has already seen it."

"No, I have to see it to be relieved." Shen Qianzhao frowned, with such a heavy blood, I am afraid that the wound is not ruptured, this is a world of ice and snow, what should I do if I get wind and cold again, and what if the wound is not treated properly.

Shen Qianzhao pulled Song Huai's belt with his soft little hands.
This kind of thing, the first time is born, the second time is familiar.

With the experience of last time, this time, she untied it without pulling a few times. She lowered her eyes to look at Song Huai, saw that he turned his face away and couldn't see his face clearly, but he seemed unmoved.

If it weren't for the hand that was clenched into fists against the waist, Shen Qianzhao would have been fooled by the calmness on his face.

Song Huai used to keep a straight face, making you think that he was just like that, with no ups and downs or superfluous emotions, as if he was no different from the Dongchang Fanzi next to him.

But if you get in touch with him for a long time, you will find that if you can't observe him carefully, you will never be able to guess what he thinks in his heart.

Even so, she still didn't know what Song Huai thought of herself in the end.

Shen Qianzhao's fingertips gently pinched Song Huaibai's rosy earlobe, watching it become more and more red, as if it could drip blood.

Shen Qianzhao raised her red lips slightly, "Master Song, why didn't I realize before that your ears are so red?"

With a mocking smile that couldn't be concealed, it rang in Song Huai's ears.

"It seems that the more you touch it, the more red it becomes."

Song Huai's face turned "hot", and he was about to burst into steam.

With a smile on Shen Qianzhao's face, he slowly opened Song Huai's skirt, and it was a shocking red.

As Song Huai said, the wound after the injury has been treated, but with his tossing all the way, the wound has already opened and repeated.

After removing the cloth that bound the wound, the shocking flesh and blood made Shen Qianzhao's nose tingle, "Is this still a minor injury?"

If the knife had been cut harder, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see him today.

The fear of losing Song Huai in the previous life once again swept his heart, Shen Qianzhao's eyes were red, hot tears slid down his white and soft cheeks, and hit the back of Song Huai's hand fiercely,

It burned his heart for a moment.

(End of this chapter)