Peerless Forensic Doctor: Leng Wang's Waste Chai Concubine

Chapter 138 Aunt Qiao hooked up with Song Hui
She wandered around the house for a long time, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and she felt more and more uncomfortable.

"Yun Xiran, Yun Xiran..." Aunt Qiao gritted her teeth, stopped with her hands on her waist, and called out several times in a vicious voice.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I immediately thought of a handsome and gentle face.

Qingheju.

Song Hui was sitting in the room, cleaning his guqin with a serious expression.

That guqin is a family heirloom of his Song family, and it has been through no less than a hundred years. Ever since he took it from his father, he has never let go of the guqin.

The body of the Guqin is a bit old, and although the mahogany used is no longer as bright and beautiful as before, but because he often wipes it, it looks elegant, clean and beautiful.

"Young Master Song, Aunt Qiao is here." The maid Xiao Xing stood at the door and reported in a delicate voice.

"Okay, let's come." Song Hui was slightly taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that this Aunt Qiao was the pregnant concubine he met in the garden when he was inviting a doctor for Princess Xiran.

Xiao Xing shrank back with a flushed face, only showing a small flushed face.A pair of big bright eyes, with a kind of enthusiasm similar to admiration, looked at the gentle man, and gently wrapped the guqin in the cloth.

Song Hui is handsome, and he is more attractive than ordinary men. What's more, he has a good temperament. When he smiles, he looks like the noble scholar described in the book, "Nah He is Mr. Pianpian, gentle and unparalleled."

Moreover, after spending these days in Prince Yun's Mansion, he didn't have the impetuous aura of the men doing rough work in the mansion's courtyard. on top.

He is like a warm spring, slowly soaking into people's hearts.

It makes people feel very comfortable.

Therefore, many of the little maids who served him in the middle of Qinghe were secretly in love with each other.

Naturally, Xiaoxing is no exception.

In this world, I'm afraid no one would reject a handsome, gentle and polite man, right?

When Song Hui came out of the inner room of Qingheju, Aunt Qiao was supporting her waist with one hand and covering her stomach with the other, her charming face was slightly frowned, as if she was tired. appearance.

"Song Hui pays homage to Aunt Qiao." Song Hui bowed his hands to her and saluted happily.

Aunt Qiao raised her eyebrows, and a charming smile appeared on her face. "Young Master Song, don't be too polite, get up quickly."

"Thank you."

Although Aunt Qiao said that, Song Hui didn't dare to sit down, and ordered the little girl who was following behind to bring out a soft stool from the side hall for Aunt Qiao to sit down on.

Xiao Xing went away in response, and Aunt Qiao raised her bright wrist casually, and gently brushed her long hair around her ear.

Qingying, who was following behind, took a few steps back in a clear way, putting a little distance between the two of them.

Aunt Qiao stared back at her.

Qingying was taken aback, and retreated to the outside of Qingheju with some hesitation. After such a retreat, she was basically out of sight.

The distance between them was even greater, so Aunt Qiao looked away in satisfaction.

She straightened her temples slightly, leaned slightly, and softly called out: "Young Master Song..."

These three words can be said to be called softly, softly and flatteringly, and a small, leisurely sound can almost hook people's minds.

Right now, only he and Aunt Qiao were left in the courtyard in the middle of Qinghe. Aunt Qiao deliberately leaned very close to him. Song Hui was taken aback for a moment, and then retreated a little bit embarrassed.

"Aunt Qiao, you...what can I do?"

The smile on Aunt Qiao Furong's face became more and more beautiful, Song Hui didn't even dare to look at it this time, and kept avoiding her eyes, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Aunt Qiao found that Xiao Xing, who was going to move the bench, hadn't come back, and Qing Ying, who was standing at the door, obediently didn't raise her head to look this way, and when she looked again, Song Hui kept avoiding her, but her fair face, But a small blush rose up.

Aunt Qiao watched, feeling more and more at ease.

She is the third lady of Prince Yun's mansion, the male favorite brought back from outside, but now she is blushing because of her soft words, maybe...

Maybe you're still thinking about yourself?

Finally, there was something that was comparable to Yun Xiran, and Aunt Qiao almost burst out laughing so relieved.

Her watery eyes turned and fixed on Song Hui's handsome face.

Aunt Qiao laughed coquettishly, "Oh, Mr. Song, what are you hiding for?"

"Song Hui... Song Hui just feels a little hot."

"Young Master Song." Aunt Qiao suddenly covered her lips, her watery eyes squinted at him, and there was a mocking smile on her lips. "You and Princess Xiran...have consummated each other?"

When Song Hui heard it, he didn't react in a daze. When Aunt Qiao asked again, he jumped up as if his feet were burned by fire, and hurriedly argued: "How dare Song Hui have too much trouble with Princess Xiran?" Contact, that is nothing at all!"

The tone of his words was strong and convincing.But if you look closely at his face, hehe, the blush on his face is like the glow of the morning glow in summer, the same color as the fire.

The movement of arching hands still trembled slightly, as if shocked.

This……

It made people look suspicious, and there was a reason for him to refute so desperately.

Some people are like this, they insist on denying that there is no such thing even though they have already been seen by everyone.

Aunt Qiao was contemptuous in her heart, but the expression on her face became more sincere.

"Mr. Song, you should admit it truthfully. The rumors are crazy. Right now, Princess Xiran has a deep relationship with you, a male favorite. It's the time when the honey is mixed with oil, and the streets of the capital are all talking about it. this matter……"

Aunt Qiao covered her lips and smiled. "Why, do you still want to deny it?"

Song Hui was overwhelmed by what she said.

It's not that he is ignorant of the things that are spreading wildly outside, but they are all groundless rumors, not to mention that he really has nothing to do with Princess Xiran.

But right now, the rumors are getting more and more intense, but the one in Changning Pavilion didn't make any clear statement, nor did he say anything to himself.

he felt...

Princess Xiran doesn't care about these things, and the rumors will soon subside.

And the most fundamental thing is that he actually has no idea in his heart. When he returns to Qingheju every day, what he fears the most is to see that dainty red figure again.

but……

Over the past few days, even though the rumors were too miraculous to believe, the evil man never appeared again.

Only then did Song Hui quietly relieve himself, deliberately not to inquire about this matter much.

Who knew that he managed to live in peace for a few days, and after a few days of comfortable life, the person involved, Princess Xi Ran, did not come to see him, but Aunt Qiao came.

Of course Song Hui would not admit it, no matter how Aunt Qiao pressed him, he would just say a few words.

I don't know, I have nothing to do with her.

Aunt Qiao already had confidence in her heart. This time, she must dig out something from Song Hui's mouth. Who knows, this Song Hui looks gentle and gentle, but has a stubborn temper.

No matter how much I asked, his tone was tight, which made Aunt Qiao very anxious.

"Don't you...don't have the slightest thought of the beautiful Princess Xiran in our Prince Yun's Mansion?!" Aunt Qiao praised Yun Xiran's words against her will, and she almost vomited out the disgusting thing. Gritting his teeth, he asked Song Hui angrily.

Song Hui has always been very careful to hide his emotions, but now hearing Aunt Qiao's words, he felt a "thump" in his heart, feeling a sense of embarrassment and nervousness of being stripped of his worries and placed under the open air to watch.

He was so anxious that even Aunt Qiao felt repulsed when she approached him. With a push, Aunt Qiao's waist softened, and she took several steps back in an instant, almost being pushed to the ground.

Song Hui just woke up like a dream, realizing what he did in a hurry.

He hastily bowed his hands to Aunt Qiao. "Aunt Qiao, I'm sorry, it was Song Hui who overstepped."

Aunt Qiao was very angry, and when she raised her hand, she wanted to slap that fair and handsome face hard.

Song Hui lowered his head and cupped his hands, unable to see Aunt Qiao's movements clearly, seeing Aunt Qiao's hand was about to hit Song Hui's face, at this critical moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Young Master Song—— "

When Aunt Qiao was called, her hands froze.

Song Hui raised his head and looked at the source of the incident suspiciously.

"Xiao Xing?"

Xiao Xing, who was going to move the stool for Aunt Qiao, was holding the chair and stool brought from the inner hall in her hand, and stood at the gate of Qinghe Residence, blushing with anxiety, and looked up to this side.

Seeing that Aunt Qiao didn't succeed, she breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried over with a chair and stool to salute Aunt Qiao and Song Hui.

"Aunt Qiao, your stool..." Xiao Xing respectfully put the stool behind her.

Aunt Qiao didn't pay any attention, she stood with her hands on her waist.

Just now... I really pissed her off.

Aunt Qiao was originally provoked by Song Hui's action, and reaching out to hit someone was completely subconscious.

However, if this slap really greeted Song Hui's handsome face, if Yun Xiran counted it, Aunt Qiao would still be at a disadvantage.

After all, Song Hui is Yun Xiran's favorite man brought back from the outside, and she can't take much advantage of Yun Xiran, let alone Song Hui who she still has a crush on in her heart.

Thinking about it this way, Aunt Qiao regretted getting up, and was also a little thankful that the slap didn't really hit her.

but……

Aunt Qiao glared at Xiao Xing who was standing beside her quietly.

There's no need for this dead girl to be meddlesome!
Xiao Xing trembled when she stared at her, and lowered her head even more.

"Humph—" With a cold snort, Aunt Qiao walked away in a smug manner.

This time, I originally wanted to buy Song Hui well and use it to deal with that little slut in Changning Pavilion, but who knew that Song Hui was actually timid and stubborn.

(End of this chapter)