The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 879
On the second day, Song Xieyu felt an inexplicable headache and couldn't even eat the food, so he propped his forehead and closed his eyes to rest.

Yushu was playing a fan beside her, and Yuxian came in lightly from the outside. Seeing this scene, she hesitated to speak.

"speak."

Just when I met Yushu's eyes, I heard Song Xieyu speak suddenly, her eyes still closed.

Seeing that someone woke up, Yuxian said slowly, "Princess, the Cheng family is here."

Song Xieyu slowly opened his eyes, a pair of long and narrow peach blossom eyes filled with water vapor: "The Cheng family? Cheng Li, the Cheng family?"

Yuxian nodded and added another sentence: "It's Mrs. Cheng."

Song Xieyu rolled her eyes, and soon realized that she and Hong Meiyu were tired of seeing each other, and they didn't have much friendship at ordinary times. It is self-evident that she was ordered by someone to come to Prince Yong's Mansion this time.

Sitting up straight, Song Xieyu picked up the brocade cloud-patterned sleeve in his hand, and sneered: "It seems that the person Xie An gave me has arrived."

Yuxian got Song Xieyu's words and went to invite people in. Hong Meiyu obviously came unwillingly, even though she pretended to be respectful, she still showed some disdain on her face.

Song Xieyu lowered his eyes halfway, and didn't have the mind to argue with her, so he went straight to the point: "When the person brings it, just pull it out."

Hong Meiyu originally planned to exchange pleasantries unwillingly, but was blocked by her. Although this result was what she wanted in her heart, it was inexplicably unsatisfactory.

She was almost suffocated by one breath, Hong Meiyu sat down on her own, and greeted outside in a low voice: "Come in!"

Soon, a man dressed as a thin servant came in. This man seemed to have painted something on his face, but even so, his complexion was fairer and more delicate than that of ordinary men.

Song Xieyu half-closed his eyes and took a look at the person in front of him. Seeing that the person was kneeling on the ground, his emaciated figure hunched into a ball, he suddenly said, "Xiao Shunzi?"

The body of the kneeling person on the ground shook, and he couldn't even control it. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Xieyu with shock in his eyes.

Although he lowered his head again after realizing the reaction, the reaction was already self-evident.

"My concubine still remembers the servant, the servant is really... so grateful, beyond words!"

As Xiao Shunzi was talking, he choked up for a while, no longer trying to hide his high-pitched voice, the voice was thin and sharp, which made Song Xieyu's already uncomfortable head hurt even more.

"I didn't expect that when the first emperor passed away and your godfather retired from the palace, you came to work as a servant in Prince Qi's mansion." Song Xieyu's cold glazed eyes fixed on Xiao Shunzi's body, and his words were extraordinarily cold.

Xiao Shunzi was really suffering. He was about to make a mistake and got involved with the deposed prince Xie Yang. Xie Yang conspired to be executed. He couldn't hide the secret relationship between him and the former prince. He Cheng didn't want to miss it. Regardless of his life and death, if King Qi hadn't thrown an olive branch at him, he would have starved to death completely by now.

But how can King Qi be easy to get along with?Although he solved the problem of food and clothing, he sold himself to King Qi, and he had to be at his disposal for the rest of his life, and became a knife in his hand.

But these words naturally cannot be said to Song Xieyu, and he only summed it up in four words: "Time is destiny..."

With just these four words, the heartache of the past few years overflowed.

Song Xieyu didn't ask any more questions, and left the man behind. Hong Meiyu sent him there, and left the mansion without staying any longer.

Yu Xian settled down Xiao Shunzi, raised him with good food and drink, and intentionally controlled him within her controllable range.

Only two days later, Song Xieyu received Xie An's letter. When Yuxian brought it over, Song Xieyu was practicing calligraphy.

Didn't even glance at it, just asked Yuxian to read it again, there was nothing else in the letter, just as Song Xieyu expected, it was all questioning, asking her why she hadn't acted yet.

After Yuxian finished reading, she looked worried: "Master, do you need to answer this letter? The sender hasn't left yet, just wait."

King Qi must be in a hurry, he really lost his patience, otherwise he wouldn't be so eager to wait for his master's reply.

Song Xieyu didn't even raise her eyelids, her voice was light and casual, "You don't need to go back, that person has to wait, so let him wait."

Anyway, compared to her, Xie An was more afraid of being found out that he was involved with her.

Yushu was studying ink next to her, and after hearing this, she nodded vigorously: "That's right, let King Qi get angry in a hurry, let's just wait and see how things change."

Yushu and Song Xieyu stood at one end. Although Yuxian was a little worried, she still stood with them.

Another day passed, and Song Xieyu stayed in the house for a few days and never went out. He practiced calligraphy or embroidered every day, and occasionally took out the three-stringed violin to pass the time.

The night was getting dark, and when Yushu came in with a candlestick, she saw that Song Xieyu was still wearing her daytime clothes, not even taking off her hair accessories, neatly dressed, leaning against the beauty's couch to read a book.

Putting down the candlestick, Yushu stepped forward to persuade her: "Princess, it's late at night, and it's time to rest. I can't finish reading this book. Let's read it tomorrow."

Song Xieyu flipped the page casually, and opened her thin lips lightly: "Your Highness has entered the palace?"

This was the first time that Song Xieyu and Xie Chu asked about Xie Chu after the cold war. Although Yushu didn't know why, she was still happy: "Two hours ago, someone came from the palace and called His Highness into the palace. "

After Yushu finished speaking, Song Xieyu didn't speak again, her expression was focused, and she still didn't intend to wash up.

Just at this time, Yuxian came in, looked at Song Xieyu's expression, exchanged glances with Yushu, and stopped talking, Yuxian took the scissors and brightened the candle.

After another half an hour, Song Xieyu finally put down the book in his hand, his eyelids drooped, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was tired.

Yushu was overjoyed and thought that Song Xieyu was finally going to rest. These days, whether it was due to the weather or something else, Song Xieyu couldn't eat a few mouthfuls of food every day. Seeing that she was worried, she could only let her go. Changing the dishes in the small kitchen, I wanted Song Xieyu to eat a few more bites, but unfortunately the effect was minimal.

"Yu Shu, go make tea."

Song Xieyu's sudden opening made Yushu stunned on the spot. How about making tea at this hour?
It was Yuxian who reacted quickly, glanced at Yushu, and signaled her to follow suit. After Yushu went out, she put the book that Song Xieyu had just put down back into the stack, and asked tentatively: "Master, what will happen later?" Is there a guest?"

Yu Xian was not sure about asking this question, at this time.Where could a guest be so rude and come to visit at this time?Unless it is a very intimate relationship, there is such a beautiful thing as a candlelight night.

But those who are close to the concubine can be counted on one hand. She has been following the master, but she has not received any news...

But if there are no guests, what are you doing to make tea at this time?
(End of this chapter)