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Su Si Ning was slightly startled and clenched his fist tightly. He lowered his head in embarrassment and spoke softly, "I know that there was something wrong with my words just now, but Song Qingyu is such a person. I didn't say anything wrong. "

"Immediately apologize. Do I need to repeat myself again? "

Su Sining's face was green and purple. He didn't know that Zuo Linyi would do whatever he wanted for Song Qingyu. Even if he heard what Song Qingyu said, he would still be indifferent.

In order to maintain a good image in front of Zuo Linyi, he clenched his teeth and bowed slightly. "Miss Song, I'm sorry."

Song Qingyu bowed in return.

Zuo Linyi then warned Sussining, "You're not allowed to say such slanderous things in the future. If you do it again, I won't let you off so easily. "

Defamation?

"You're scolding me for her sake! She will be the future Imperial Concubine Yu, and she will publicly say words that she's happy for you! " Su Si Ning was infuriated. She turned around and angrily left, "Cousin, I think you're completely and utterly bewitched by her!"

Hearing this, Song Qingyu felt a little awkward. She did not know that Zuo Linyi would appear so suddenly, "My apologies, explain it properly to Miss Su later. Miss Song will forgive you." As for what I said just now, it was a complete misunderstanding. "

Zuo Linyi looked back at her and asked in confusion, "What did you say before?"

Song Qingyu was overjoyed. So he did not hear anything. He waved his hand casually, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I just praised the Ninth Prince a little."

"Oh." Zuo Linyu nodded in realization, and then muttered to herself, "You can't help it?" Is it a compliment? It's because this prince has such shallow knowledge that I thought Miss Song liked this prince. "

Song Qingyu was stunned for a moment. This person had clearly heard everything, and was purposely toying with her.

"I purposely provoked Miss Su just now, you don't have to take it seriously."

Song Qingyu quickly left after saying that.

Zuo Linyi looked at her leaving figure and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

Song Qingyu's mind went blank. He waited until he was far away before reacting. He looked around and actually arrived at a strange place. It was a yard with a tree in it. The trees were covered with red ropes.

Several people were kneeling under the tree.

It wasn't hard to speculate that Song Qingyu was looking for a marriage alliance. He couldn't help but shake his head and actually ran over here. He was about to turn around and leave.

"My little girl Murong Ling, I pray for his safety."

Murong Ling?

Song Qingyu stopped in his tracks, turned around, and saw a woman in red robes kneeling in worship.

Mu Rong Ling closed her eyes, her eyelashes quivering. Her face was filled with sincerity, and a smile was hanging on the corner of her mouth. She slowly opened her eyes and coincidentally turned around to see Song Qingyu looking at her. Her face was slightly flushed.

Like a child caught stealing food.

Her clothes were thicker than normal, but her face was devoid of any other people's good looks. Although she couldn't see any clues in front of ordinary people, in the eyes of someone like Song Qingyu, who knew a lot about medicine, Murong Ling's health wasn't good.

"Miss Mu Rong."

When Murong Ling saw Song Qingyu staring at her, she felt a bit embarrassed. With two maidservants helping her get up, she slightly bowed and said with a gentle smile, "How do you know who I am?"

Song Qingyu politely replied, "Years ago, you helped me out at the Imperial Palace. I haven't really thanked you for coming. "

Song Qingyu remembered that something had happened to her before she suddenly left.

Hearing that, Murong Ling suddenly thought of something and her face relaxed. She smiled and said, "So it's the Song Family's little sister." No wonder he looked so friendly. The meeting today was fated to take place, and the Puhe Temple was very big. This place is very remote, and people rarely come here. "

Song Qingyu smiled. "Thank you for your help last time, Miss Mu Rong. I am very grateful to you, Miss Mu Rong. "

Mu Rong Ling shook her head and slowly stepped forward. She gently held Song Qingyu's hand and said, "That day, I saw how nice you looked. So many lanterns. However, the two of us chose one. It was also fate. I don't like people targeting Miss Song out of thin air. Originally, I wanted to become friends with Sister Song, but I didn't expect that I would suddenly feel unwell and had no choice but to leave. "

Her hands were slightly cold. As he spoke, he drew closer to himself.

The servant girl at the side was on guard as she gently tugged on Murong Ling's sleeve, reminding her, "Miss, the wind is strong here, we should head back now."

Hearing that, Murong Ling lowered her eyes in disappointment. She couldn't help but continue, "Sister from the Song Family, I'm not in good health. That day, I found Miss Song's words very interesting. If there's a chance in the future, we can have a chat."

Song Qingyu nodded and casually said, "You don't need to call me Qingyu, just call me Qingyu. If you don't, mother will call me Qingqing when I'm little."

Murong Ling's eyes were clear. She held Song Qingyu's hand and looked at him seriously, "My name is A'Ling." My mother often called me by my breast name. My breast name sounds bad, so I like others to call me Aling. I rarely go out, so if you have the chance, you can come to my house as a guest. "

"Alright, I was just about to go pay a visit."

She suddenly pulled his hand, and before Song Qingyu could react, they both knelt down in front of the tree. She clasped her hands together and looked at Song Qingyu with a twisted expression.

"Qing, Pu He Temple has always been very effective."

Song Qingyu was distracted by her pulling him away. She seriously looked at the ancient tree in front of her with red ropes fluttering above. She thought for a moment and said, "I don't have a wish."

Murong Ling gently closed her eyes as she said, "I was also present on the day of the New Year's Eve banquet. I can see that Qing is not happy. Qing, you should be a beautiful person, but every time I see you, I feel unhappy. "

Song Qing Yu was shocked and looked at her. She didn't have the slightest bit of malice in her heart, she only told him how she felt.

He closed his eyes devoutly, as if he was infected by her.

Mu Rong Ling was an excellent person, slightly older than Song Qingyu. The Mu Rong family took good care of her, and she was very smart. She was smart, but more importantly, she was clear and clean. From the Mu Rong family, there was an aura of calligraphy and ink coming from her, making people feel comfortable.

The more they chatted, the more they liked each other. Song Qingyu liked her cleanliness. Mu Rong Ling liked the way Song Qingyu dared to do things and went forward bravely.

Under the ancient tree, the red rope was floating. There were more and more tourists coming and going, bustling with activity. The two walked back to the central hall.

The silent Puhe Temple rose with the sound of the bell, filled with the hopes and desires of the people for the future.

In this car, Song Yiyan was following not too far away from King Yu. Her eyes were filled with adoration.

The servant girl next to her reported, "Miss, it's a success. The person on the other side reported that he had been pushed off the cliff. The imprint of the carriage was forged by sliding down the hill. I guarantee that there will be no mistakes. "

The corner of Song Yiyan's mouth raised, her eyes were vicious, "Song Qingyu is finally dead!"

As she spoke, she straightened her clothes and wiped away the malicious look from her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked around for someone and raised her voice, "Excuse me, have you seen my elder sister? "Such a tall figure …"