Song Zhirou's lips were covered by a big palm, and she was suddenly shocked. She felt the cold dagger on her neck and did not dare to move.
"I'm sorry, this is a stopgap measure, and I have wronged the girl."
A low, cold voice came from behind, something familiar.
Song Zhirou's brain was running wildly, and she finally thought about where she had heard this person's voice, and her eyes suddenly widened.
His body struggled slightly and slowly raised his hands, indicating that she would cooperate obediently.
The visitor thought for a moment, but still chose to believe Song Zhirou, and slowly released his hand covering her, but still stared at her with a pair of dark eyes, as if if Song Zhirou made any change, he would definitely knock her out immediately.
Song Zhirou took a deep breath and slowly turned around.
The person who came was wearing a black outfit, with a mask on his face, revealing only a pair of cold and gloomy narrow eyes like a wolf.
"My daughter is attending His Highness the First Prince."
Song Zhirou bowed politely to the visitor.
The visitor was stunned for a moment, and his narrow eyes slowly passed over Song Zhirou's body, looking at her a little.
The two were in a stalemate for a while, but Su Yunqing pulled off the mask on his face, revealing a face that was very similar to Su Yijun, "How did Miss Song recognize me?"
"On that day, foreign envoys came to visit, and I had the honor to say a few words to His Highness, and she remembered His Highness's voice." Song Zhirou explained in a gentle voice.
Su Yunqing nodded.
It was the first time for Su Yunqing to encounter this embarrassing situation of sneaking in and being caught. Looking at Song Zhirou, who looked as usual, she admired this woman's courage.
If she were an ordinary boudoir woman, after the battle just now, even if she had not fainted from fright, she would have been so frightened that her face turned pale. However, Song Zhirou was so calm, and her courage was completely inconsistent with her name.
When Song Zhirou saw that Su Yunqing had stopped talking, she guessed something in her mind and asked proactively: "Is it for Crown Prince Gu that His Highness appears in Xue Yue's room this time?"
Su Yunqing glanced at Song Zhirou in surprise, pursed her lips and nodded.
Song Zhirou also knew that Su Yunqing didn't like to talk, so she smiled quietly and elegantly, "What a coincidence, my daughter is the same."
"You too?" Su Yunqing was really surprised now.
Song Zhirou nodded and told everything about the abnormalities in the previous summer and what she found in the room.
"I wonder if Your Highness has seen this handwriting." Song Zhirou raised her hand and pointed to the portrait in the room.
Seeing that Song Zhirou was so natural, Su Yunqing put aside the doubts in her heart. She took a few steps forward and took a closer look. She frowned slightly and shook her head, "Never."
Song Zhirou was a little disappointed.
Seeing Song Zhirou like this, Su Yunqing became even more doubtful, "Miss Song, I have something that I'm very confused about. Please answer it."
"Your Highness, it's okay for you to ask."
"Although I have heard about your life experience, the Song Mansion is one with you after all. If something is really discovered this time, as the saying goes, if something happens to the Song Mansion, you will not be able to escape it, Miss Song, so why are you still involved?
Why do you want to find out the truth so much?"
After all, the crime of deceiving the emperor is a serious crime, and if it is a serious crime, it will implicate the nine clans.
Song Zhirou smiled bitterly when she heard this, "Your Highness, since you know my life experience, you know that I have no feelings for the Song family.
What's more, the fact that you came here in person today shows that His Majesty may have known Song Xueyue's little plan for a long time, but it is a fact that Song Xueyue saved Gu Shizi after all. I'm afraid that the execution of the Nine Clan will not lead to Song Yi being dismissed from his post.
But……"
Song Zhirou said, paused slightly, and then a flash of disbelief flashed in her eyes, and she looked at Su Yunqing in surprise.
Seeing Song Zhirou's appearance, Su Yunqing's face softened a bit, "Miss Song is just a woman, but she is really subverting her talents."
"So what about women? Women can achieve great things if they want to!" When she said this, Song Zhirou's eyes flashed with an indescribable tenacity.
It was obvious that he had been suppressed and suppressed in the dye vat of Song Mansion since childhood, but his thoughts were not limited to this mansion.
Su Yunqing couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
"Your Highness, Song Yi's courtyard is to the southeast of here, and it is the most heavily guarded one."
Song Zhirou said calmly: "There seems to be a master in his courtyard with superb martial arts skills. Your Highness needs to be more careful."
Su Yunqing listened to Song Zhirou speaking to Song Yi. For some reason, she wanted to laugh. She covered her lips and coughed lightly, "Thank you, Miss Song, for reminding me. Miss Song should be more careful herself and don't put herself in danger."
Although the words were still as emotionless as before, Song Zhirou suddenly felt warm in her heart, "Thank you, Your Highness, for reminding me."
Su Yunqing nodded, said no more, and left the room invisibly.
**
Qinzheng Hall.
As soon as Su Bihua finished speaking, Zhou Fu walked in with several people.
There are three men and one woman in total.
When she saw one of them, Song Xueyue's little face suddenly turned white, and she subconsciously clenched the square handkerchief in her hand.
Su Bihua glanced at Song Xueyue calmly, with a smile still on her face.
Although Song Yi didn't know what kind of medicine Su Bihua was selling in the gourd, he always felt that it was not a good thing. He glanced at Song Xueyue subconsciously, but at this time, Song Xueyue seemed to be afraid of something and lowered her head.
Before several people could salute, Gu Shenghui jumped up first.
"Okay! You Jia Qing, how dare you appear in front of me!" Gu Shenghui looked at Jia Qing and immediately remembered the slap in the private cell. Growing up, he had at most eaten fried pork with bamboo shoots.
, if he hadn't been unconscious when he was rescued, I would have wanted to return the slap to him.
Gu Shenghui rolled up his sleeves and started to walk towards Jia Qing, but before he took a few steps, Su Bihua grabbed him by the collar.
"Mom, let go of me. I must teach that grandson a lesson today!"
Gu Shenghui waved several times at Jia Qing from afar, with a bit of gritted teeth in his voice.
"What a lesson."
Su Bihua pushed Gu Shenghui onto the chair again with a gentle exertion of one hand.
"You just sit here honestly. If you want to marry Song Xueyue, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Su Bihua leaned over and said this to Gu Shenghui.
The movements in Gu Shenghui's hands froze and wilted.
"All right."
Gu Shenghui showed a cute smile. In order not to marry Song Xueyue, he should try to restrain himself.
However, Gu Shenghui's sizing eyes passed over Jia Qing, who was standing at the edge, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Why did he feel that this Jia Qing seemed to be much gentler, unlike when he was in the private prison with a sinister and sinister spirit?
Is it because he was in front of the emperor that he restrained himself?
Gu Shenghui glanced quietly at Su Yijun, who was sitting in the seat, and shrank his neck. Well, Uncle Huang was indeed more terrifying.