The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 717 Prestige
Song Xieyu got out of the carriage, and when he saw Song Qingshan, he hesitated and dared not go forward, but it was Song Qingshan who strode over by himself, with a majestic and serious face on Fangzheng's face, but the words he spoke were pampering Intimacy, incompatible with his looks.

"What? Yu'er doesn't know Daddy anymore?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Xieyu's heart calmed down: "Daddy... I thought you were still angry with Yu'er."

What she said, Song Qingshan finally understood why she was so abnormal, sighed, and patted her on the shoulder: "That day, Daddy's words were a bit serious, you did a good job, if you touch me again Now, I remember that it was just like that day, your brother and sister-in-law have already entered the prison, if something happens to you again, your mother may not be able to make it through."

When he said this, there was a faint gleam in his eyes, and before Song Xieyu took a closer look, he had returned to normal, and pushed Song Xieyu in: "Your mother has been talking about you for a long time, and I have to force my father to come out Welcome, go in quickly, and offer tea to your aunt to make amends."

Song Qingshan didn't stay with Song Xieyu for a long time, he was hurriedly invited away by the servants around him after he said something, today is Song Qingshan's fortieth birthday, the crown prince died suddenly, the status of Huaiyin Palace has risen, the guests who came to celebrate the birthday Almost included most of Dayu's senior officials and dignitaries.

"Princess be careful!"

After Song Qingshan left, Song Xieyu didn't speak again, she kept her head down, her eyes straightened, and she knew that her thoughts had drifted elsewhere.

She didn't wake up until Yushu's exclamation, but it was too late. She tripped over the stone in front of her and threw herself forward.

Song Xieyu closed her eyes subconsciously, and didn't feel any pain for a long time, then opened her eyes with a pale face, looked at her wrist, Xie Chu's hand was firmly supporting her, her face was as black as the bottom of a pot .

Seeing that Song Xieyu could stand still, he let go of his hand, and said in a bad tone, "Will it hurt if you close your eyes?"

After Song Qingshan left, he noticed that Song Xieyu's soul had flown to some unknown place, so he forbeared and didn't have an attack until she almost fell while walking without looking at the road, Xie Chu finally couldn't help his temper.

Heh, if he wasn't by her side, I'm afraid he'd be hurt all over again, he's protecting her in the palm of his hand, raising precious treasures, that's why she doesn't care about her body so much?
Seeing that Xie Chu really had a temper, Song Xieyu felt a little guilty, looked around, there was no one else but them, Song Xieyu looked around, the two maidservants were very discerning, quickly lowered their heads and pretended to be deaf and dumb, Yuxian also quietly waved her hand to signal to the maidservant behind her, telling them not to look at the princess and the prince stupidly, so that the princess could not come down from the stage.

Seeing that the people below understood their expressions, they immediately grabbed Xie Chu's sleeve and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Third brother, I was wrong, there are so many people, please save me some face..."

Xie Chu was shaken by her, his face was a little loose, but the blackness between his brows still lingered, and he couldn't get rid of it: "Every time I admit my mistakes quickly, I just don't have a long memory!"

Song Xieyu was not afraid of his stern words, with crooked smiles, stretched out three fingers, and repeatedly assured: "Don't worry, Changle will definitely engrave the words of the third brother on my heart next time, remember it firmly, even Meng Potang will never forget it." the kind!"

Xie Chu was annoyed by her words, and his face couldn't hold back for a while, so he scolded her angrily: "What Mengpo soup? What nonsense!"

Seeing him smile, Song Xieyu heaved a sigh of relief, and regained her momentum, looking at the two maidservants who were holding back their laughter, feeling a little offended for a moment.

He glanced at Yu Xian and Yu Shu several times, and finally his eyes fell on Yu Shu, who was the most rampant who was holding back her laughter.

"Yu Shu~"

Hearing her princess's tone that was several times gentler than usual, Yushu felt goosebumps all over her body instantly, her facial features were all wrinkled, and she answered in embarrassment.

"Princess, are you thirsty? Is this servant going to get you good cinnamon tea?"

Song Xieyu pinched the handkerchief, deliberately made a stern face, and turned a blind eye to Yushu's flattery: "Yushu, you are so bold that you dare to make fun of your master, but you think my prestige is gone?"

Seeing that Yu Shu was implicated, the rest of the people dared not show a half smile, but they could not conceal their gloating in their eyes when they looked at Yu Shu.

Sensing those gazes behind her, Yu Shu was extremely tired. She really liked these little girls in vain. At the critical moment, there was no one who dared to say good things to her.

Happiness belongs to others, she Yushu has nothing.

With a bitter face, Yushu said pitifully: "Your servant is wrong, why don't the princess spare your servant this time?"

Song Xieyu snorted coldly, his face was covered with a layer of frost, and his face was impartial and selfless: "Well, capital crimes can be avoided, and life crimes cannot be escaped, so I will punish you..."

When she said this, her face was still serious and orderly, but her light-colored pupils flashed a trace of evil taste: "Copy the book of military art ten times?"

A smile flashed in Xie Chu's eyes, and he had figured out what kind of idea she was planning.

There is no specific book on the art of war, but in the entire palace, there are only his study and Yang Jin’s bedroom. Yushu is most afraid of copying books. If she goes out to buy books, she will naturally not be able to find out which book of war is the best to copy. least.

Yushu wanted to be lazy, so naturally she wouldn't come to him, the prince, for advice, and Yang Jin was the only one left.

As a princess, is he planning to be a matchmaker in the dark?
Xie Chu and Yu Xian saw Song Xieyu's idea, and only Yushu was a fan of the authorities, who didn't know it at all, and thought that Song Xieyu was really angry and wanted to punish her.

Feeling for a moment the sense of urgency that she might fall out of favor, Yushu decisively figured out a countermeasure in her little head, and put a doggy smile on her face: "Princess, what do you say?" But you misunderstood the slave? How could you have no prestige?"

She approached Song Xieyu exaggeratedly: "In the hearts of slaves, you are the most prestigious person in Prince Yong's Mansion, who would dare not listen to you..."

When Yushu threw out these words decisively, the speed was so fast that Yuxian didn't even have time to cover her mouth. Anxious, she pulled Yushu and knelt down.

"My lord, my concubine, Yushu has always been outspoken, and she has absolutely no bad intentions."

Yu Shu was dragged down to her knees by Yu Xian, she was stunned for a second before realizing what she said, and her face turned pale immediately.

In order to win Song Xieyu's favor, she deliberately exaggerated her words, and she lost her temper for a while. The most prestigious person in Yongwang's mansion is the concubine, so where is the face of His Royal Highness?

(End of this chapter)