C171 Song yiyan's coma

The maidservants supported Song Yiyan and carried her back to Song Qingyu's room. The old mistress' heart was in pain, but she did not notice anything amiss. She followed behind the crowd, anxious to speak. "What is going on?" "In any case, I'll just fall over."

The old mistress liked Song Yiyan.

No matter how intelligent Song Qingyu was, she had not been in the house for more than ten years. The madame's guilt and love for her were still separated by a slight gap.

Song Yunjiu stood up from the ground and saw the crowd of people heading out of the courtyard. With a frown, he got up and patted off the dust on his body. "Big sister, let me follow them. It's most likely an act. "

Song Qingyu watched calmly as the crowd left one by one, like a receding tide. The ruckus from before was gone, replaced by faint lights and the occasional sound of wind.

The leaves rustled in the spring breeze.

The sound of the wind was extremely cold.

"No need, the Shen family has long prepared for this. Grandmother hates the fighting between the sisters, so you go and make Grandmother unhappy. "Now that everyone knows that it is because of Song Yiyan, even if she is terminally ill, they would still avoid her."

Song Qingyu recalled what Lady Shen had said to Song Yiyan.

This backup plan should be well-prepared.

He wanted to see what they were up to. "Magpie, you go and have a look."

"Yes." The magpie replied. He immediately followed.

Song Yunjiu stomped his foot in frustration, "How hateful. This act of feigning illness is so easy to deal with. I really can't accept it. "

"You." Song Qing Yu looked at her and said coldly, "Follow me into the house."

Song Yungong felt a pang in his heart. He grabbed his clothes and followed her in.

Nannan closed the door as several lamps were lit in the room. For a moment it was as bright as day, as if the lights could illuminate the heart. Song Yunjiu followed Song Qingyu into the inner room and saw her sitting at the dressing table, rummaging through the drawers.

Song Yunji did not know why Song Qingyu did not say anything. He was so nervous that he did not know what to say.

"Big sister, did I do something wrong?" Song Yunji cautiously glanced at Song Qingyu. Song Qingyu's eyes were always calm, as if nothing could hurt his feelings. However, the calmness in his eyes was profound and nobody knew what Song Qingyu was thinking.

"I told you to lie to Song Yiyan, did you come back for tricking me like this?"

Song Qingyu looked at her lightly and then no longer looked at her. He held a small spoon in his hand and was fiddling with a few jade bottles. There were various coloured ointments and powders in it, and they were being fiddled with by Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu was as calm as the moon.

When Song Yunji heard this, he covered his right cheek and said, "It's her …"

"You angered her." Song Qingyu interrupted coldly, "Yesterday, I purposely brought her face up. I told you, as long as you tell her that I still have some ointment, she would treat her face. Even if she suspects it repeatedly, she would still fall for it. "

When Song Yunjiu heard this, he kneeled down and said, "Big Sis, I can't accept this. Madam Shen has monstrous authority. If I hadn't suffered a little bit, I would have inevitably been turned black and white."

"But what happened to you? Your face is ruined. And she will be right in front of you. Do you think that in the future, she will still mock you while holding your face? "

"I didn't think so much. I thought my father would deal with her. As long as I can topple the Shen mother and daughter, so what if I ruin my face! "

"Foolish!" "The bottle in Song Qingyu's hand was placed on the table, letting out a deep sound." Have you ever thought that because of this, your life will be over? "

When Nannan saw that Song Qingyu was angry, she quickly tried to persuade him, "Miss, it has already happened. "Third Miss also …" Poor thing.

Nannan did not continue.

"I have my own ways of dealing with the Shen Clan, in the future you are not allowed to make decisions without permission. Here are the two bottles of medicine I concocted. This white bottle is used to heal wounds. This blue bottle is used to remove scars. The base material is Yun Hengshan Manor's medicine. Whether or not you manage to cure it will depend on your wounds and your good fortune. "

Song Yunji blinked his eyes and looked at Song Qingyu, "Big sis, I was confused. But I can't take Big Sis's medicine for nothing. Yesterday in the main courtyard, I secretly picked up all of the broken medicine. It's enough. "

"Take it." Medicine is a dead thing, and man is a living thing. "You can heal the wound on your face, or else you won't have to come and see me."

Song Yunfeng knew that Song Qingyu had made up his mind. He caught the two bottles of medicine and kowtowed, "Many thanks, Big Sis."

When she saw that Song Qingyu was still awake, she guessed that Song Qingyu was waiting for the magpie to reply. Although she said she didn't mind, she was still worried about what kind of medicine Song Yiyan had in her gourd.

Nannan carefully brought a cup of tea over.

"Miss, there is a matter that I wish to discuss with you."

Song QIngyu looked at Nannan strangely, feeling that Nannan was suddenly unusually attentive, "What is it?"

"I knew a person named Zhang Wu previously, and you've met him as well Miss. He's the timid one that I mocked last time. Today, he helped me greatly. Now that there's Wu Zheng guarding the Wangqing Courtyard, Miss can be at ease. "Although he is useless, but his family background is pretty pitiful. I would like to ask, could the young miss transfer him to the Wangqing Courtyard as a servant?"

Song Qingyu's gaze froze, "Is it the one that was guarding the entrance to the mansion?"

"Yes, yes, that's him."

Song Qingyu's eyebrows drooped. "My task for Wu Zheng is to find the person who assassinated me in the Long Lantern Hall. Furthermore, this person might be in the Song Manor. It is more likely that he is a gatekeeper who is in contact with the outside world."

"Miss, you misunderstand, Zhang Wu is a gatekeeper, how could he be an assassin? Miss, he doesn't look like a bad person to me. "

Song Qingyu's gaze turned slightly as he looked at Nannan, "How did he help you?"

Nannan guiltily lowered her head as she did not dare to say that she had secretly left Zuo Linyi's things behind. "If Miss does not agree, then I will go and reply to him tomorrow and dispel his thoughts."

"Nannan, what did you hide from me?"

Song Qingyu's gaze fell upon Nannan.

Nannan nervously held onto her clothes, hesitating.

"Nannan."

Song Qing and Yu murmured.

Nannan felt Song Qingyu's burning gaze and immediately knelt down, "I'm sorry little miss, I shouldn't have left behind the letter and hairpin that the Ninth Prince sent to little miss. Minghe found it while we were searching the house today. Fortunately, Zhang Wu appeared and stopped him. We didn't let Minghe find out the problem. "

Song Qingyu's gaze shifted. "Did she see the contents of the letter?"

"Don't worry Miss, she thought it was a letter between me and Zhang Wu, but she just warned me not to take it to heart."

"What do you want me to say to you? I clearly want you to destroy the letter. You actually kept them all. " Song Qingyu rubbed her head. If anyone found out about this, with Lady Shen's character, she would definitely be in a lot of trouble. With a sharp gaze, she solemnly said, "Bring the letter and hairpin over."

"Miss …"