Favorite Princess

Chapter 7 Let my cousin taste the taste of falling into the water (1)
"The 33rd year of Qianyuan." Qing Ke also felt that the fourth girl was a little sick and confused, so she said hastily.

Song Yi'an was startled, and said in a low voice, "Then, Da Zheng..."

"What is Da Zheng?" Qing Ke asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Song Yi'an only felt that a certain part of his heart had completely disappeared, and he closed his eyes slightly, and only asked Qing Ke to help him change and get out of bed. Although he was still a little dizzy, he asked Qing Ke to hold him up.

Under Qing Ke's strong opinion, he wrapped himself in a long silver fox cloak, and Song Yi'an ordered Qing Ke to order several strong maids and women, and walked across the huge garden to the old lady of the Song family. It’s snowing outside now, but Song Yi’an’s heart is a little hot, and he doesn’t feel cold, so he just let a powerful girl named Hongxiu beside him whisper in his ear, “The girl is not healthy yet. Okay, what are you running around for? You must be sick again!" After finishing speaking, he turned around angrily and did not speak.

"When you look back, I'll stay in the house every day." Amidst Qing Ke's scolding, Song Yi'an said in a good mood.

When she was a princess, she was quite pampering to the girls around her. Now, seeing Hongxiu holding an umbrella to shield herself from the wind and snow while being angry, she smiled with Qing Ke who was supporting her, "She is just outspoken." , What are you scolding her for?"

"Her mouth invites trouble." Qing Ke was a different kind of gentle and cautious.

"In this house, no one dares to convict me." Song Yian saw Hongxiu pursed her lips and smiled, and then continued walking, passing the lake where she fell before, and she stood there for a long time.

Now, she seems to still be able to remember the death pain of that helpless little girl desperately struggling in the icy cold lake, fearful and cold, and finally drowned by the surrounding lake water.

"Girl." Seeing Song Yi'an looking at the lake with dark eyes, Qing Ke's heart skipped a beat.

"The water in this lake is good, we should ask all the sisters to come and enjoy it." Song Yi'an withdrew his gaze, and went straight to the old lady this time.

Rongshou Hall is the largest courtyard in the Song Mansion. The outside is exquisite and gorgeous, and the inside is decorated with carved railings and painted buildings. There are countless birdcages hanging under the corridors on both sides. Even in winter, there are chirping sounds.As soon as Song Yi'an entered the yard, he saw that most of the girls in the yard had contempt and arrogance on their faces. When they saw her, they didn't say hello when they came in.

Song Yi'an didn't have any thoughts about the servants, he just held down the hand of the unhappy Hongxiu and went to the old lady's main hall.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard the mournful cry of a woman and the scolding of a man.

Song Yi'an felt that the excitement was invigorating, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, so he went inside and turned around a huge twelve-panel screen with a hundred birds facing the phoenix, and saw that inside the huge flower hall, there were several personal dispute.Sitting on the top is a silver-haired old woman who looks kind and friendly. This old woman is now wearing a white fox fur brocade jacket with a blessing pattern and a forehead on her head. Didn't Qingke say that this old lady With a vicious mind, he really seems to be an old Fengjun who enjoys his old age.

Below the old lady, there were two women in their thirties, one had a handsome face with calculation and anger on it, the other was holding a baby in her arms, with a bit of sarcasm in the corners of her eyes, and they were surprised by each other. The face does not match the heart.

In the middle, there is a woman with a weak face and picturesque eyebrows, a moon-white body, a graceful figure, a pair of water-like eyes, and a softness all over her body.This woman was holding a girl who was about the same age as Song Yi'an, and was crying with her face covered.

(End of this chapter)