The carriage was spacious, with exquisite palace lanterns hanging on all corners of the roof. Tang Yu bent over and saw that there was only a short couch on the north side, and there was not even a small wooden bench for people to sit on both sides. She knelt on the left, lowering her eyes and slugging her eyes.

Song Qin followed closely behind, raised the curtain, saw her maid kneeling there, frowned slightly, put down the curtain, and sat directly in the middle of the short couch, "Go back to Beijing."

Chu Feng responded softly and drove the carriage forward steadily. The night was long, and he pricked his ears to listen to the movement.

Song Qin leaned against the car board and closed his eyes to rest.

Tang Yu stared at the burden on his knees, as if there were many things worth remembering and pitying. Father, brother, and aunt, but at this moment, her mind was in a daze. Even if she tried to think about Wei Zhao, she would not have the pain and bitterness of sitting alone in the afternoon. It was probably because she had too much pain and numbness.

The carriage was stable, and the night was quiet. She stared at the bag blankly, her heart was empty, but her body was still alive. After kneeling for a long time, her legs were numb. Her body was more coquettish, and she could survive no matter how much pain she felt, but her body was not good. If she didn't eat when she was hungry, her stomach would rumble hard to remind you, you would forget your heartache. Now that your legs were numb, Tang Yu endured it, and his legs were tempered up. Tang Yu couldn't control it, frowned, raised his left knee slightly, and tilted his body to the right.

Just a little movement, the man sitting in the main seat suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold, and he was not sleepy at all?

Tang Yu didn't look at him, not knowing that he was "wake up", but Song Qin saw her raised knee lightly.

He reached out to her.

This time, Tang Yu saw it, his body froze. Seeing that the slender and fair hand was steadily stopped in front of him, his simple movement also had a kind of indifference and majesty that could not be refused, Tang Yu pursed his lips and put his hands on it. He clenched her hand tightly, and he used the force to support him. His legs were numb and he barely bent down to stand, unable to move.

Song Qin used both hands, hugged her waist, and placed the person on his legs.

"Prince..."

"Shut up."

After interrupting her coldly, Song Qin put his left hand on her waist and forced her to lean completely into his arms. He slowly took off her gauze hat that was in the way of her brain with his right hand. Tang Yu was shocked and thought of disgusting him with a rash. Now he took the initiative to see it. He did not give her time to prepare. Tang Yu felt ashamed, instinctively lowered his head, buried it in his shoulder, and covered his face with his hands.

Song Qin didn't want to see her rash. She took off her hat and felt uncomfortable with her leaning on her like that. Seeing her nervously covering up her ugly face, he understood the little girl's love of beauty and continued to lean on the car board. When his eyes closed, his big hand fell on her left knee to help her press and rub her to relieve the soreness of her legs. After pinching it for a moment, a faint "Yeah" came from her arms, which was completely a sound from her nose, and she couldn't help but feel weak. Song Qin paused and then put on light force. After rubbing her knees, she continued to rub her calf.

He had practiced martial arts and was proficient in human acupoints. He seemed to be no different from the maids' legs. Tang Yu enjoyed it, but he quickly felt the difference. It seemed that the gurgling soup spring water spread along the knees of the calf. Her legs were no longer numb, and her body couldn't help relaxing. Even her dead heart was satisfied with the undeniable comfort and regained her beating again.

Through the fingers, Tang Yu quietly looked at the hand, feeling the gentleness, and his movements were also gentle. After pinching his left leg, he moved to his right leg.

Tang Yu was in a complicated mood. The trip to hell she had expected was not like this. What exactly did Song Qin want to do? Is he trying to give her some sweetness first, conquer her heart, and make her serve him willingly?

Just as he was guessing that something was strange coming from his feet, Tang Yu's eyes closed, and the man's fingers reached into the upper of her embroidered shoes. With a light curl, the embroidered shoes loosened, leaving only the toes on her toes, hanging there and swaying gently. Song Qin's hand was pressed against the soles of her feet and slowly moved up, trying to disconnect the last connection between the embroidered shoes and her.

It's obvious that I can just take it away, but I have to do this.

Tang Yu finally understood that he was not kind enough to pinch her legs for her, he was playing with her, using the way he liked.

Close your eyes, Tang Yu stopped looking.

The embroidered shoes were gone, and he pulled her white silk socks again, and then held her feet. Tang Yu thought of the last punishment. Her body was stiff and she couldn't help but hold on to his front, "Prince..."

"Do you want the guards to hear it?" Song Qin lowered his head.

Tang Yu covered his face again and begged him like a mosquito, "Can you not do that?"

"Why? I thought you were smiling happily." Song Qin leaned over to her thin white ears and breathed outlines the outline of her earlobe.

Tang Yu's petite body turned into a weeping willow by the lake, blown by the wind, trembling. She couldn't see her ears red, nor could she see the novelty and fascination in the eyes of a man. She was afraid of the itch that life was worse than death, and she held a trace of hope to tell him the truth, "It's uncomfortable..."

Anyone who is tickled or tickled will laugh, but it is definitely not a happy smile. How can he think that is happiness?

"It's so uncomfortable..." Song Qin pulled his voice and his lips fell on the back of her hand. "I have never been scratched. I don't know if it's going to be uncomfortable. Since you don't like it, I won't do this in the future."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of confusing tenderness that made people fall into it. His lips slowly moved on the back of her hand, like a snake winding in the grass. Tang Yu's body was trembling, he hurried to avoid him, and suddenly retracted his hand.

He moved his hand away, revealing half of her face, and it was fine. On her tender little face, a few rashes were very dazzling. The distance was so close that she could see more clearly. Song Qin almost immediately looked away, stared at the door curtain and looked at her feet, and squeezed her feet with her right hand, "Did you deliberately disgusted me?"

I don't want him to kiss him, so I disgusted him.

Chu Feng was pricking his ears outside for a long time, and then he heard such an angry words. His heart pounded twice, worrying for the little girl inside. He was so beautiful, why did he have such a strong temper? Isn’t it okay to coax the prince with a gentle temper? He really made the prince angry, and in the end he still asked for trouble?

But he doesn't understand the feeling of a girl being disgusted.

If you like your face, if your face is hurt, he will not like it. He will dislike it and call you disgusted it, such as Song Qin. If you like your face, he will still like it, care about it, and ask if it hurts, such as Wei Zhao.

Tang Yu likes Wei Zhao. Wei Zhao said she was disgusting. She might cry secretly in disappointment and grievance. If it were Song Qin, Tang Yu felt sarcastic. He pretended to be gentle and considerate. She was just a plaything in his heart. His face ruined his interest. Of course he was angry.

She covered her face again and whispered: "My daughter is guilty. Please allow me to wear a gauze hat."

She spoke coldly, as if she was sarcastic about him being disgusted. Song Qin put the person next to him with a calm face and closed his eyes again. The only difference from when he first got in the car was that his face looked very ugly now and he might get furious at any time.

Tang Yu did not dare to offend him again, so he silently put on his gauze hat, put on his shoes and socks, and sat beside him.

Song Qin never touched her again the next journey.

Tang Yu lowered his head, not knowing where the car was, until the carriage stopped and heard the sound of the city gate opening. The regent's carriage, who dared to orchid, entered the city gate without any obstacles, passed through various curfew checkpoints, and then drove into the palace, and stopped steadily outside the gate of Song Qin's Linjiang Hall.

Chu Feng jumped out of the carriage, "Your Majesty, I'm here."

Song Qin picked out the curtain, looked at the car, and then looked at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was almost frozen by this glance and hurriedly placed the wooden bench he was stepping on. The prince's face really means that the sky will change.

Song Qinhan got out of the car with a neat face and walked forward two steps before stopping.

Tang Yu came out and saw his cold back. She lowered her head and was about to get off the car. A big hand flashed in front of her eyes. She looked over in confusion. Chu Feng stared at her with his eyes and gestured to wipe her neck. Then he looked at the prince, hinting that she was careful to serve her. Tang Yu got off the car calmly without expression.

The kindness was ignored again, Chu Feng glared at her and took the carriage away.

"Follow me."

Song Qin didn't look back and said coldly.

Tang Yu followed him silently. There were lanterns hanging in the yard, and the road could be seen clearly even when the dimness was dark. Song Qin went up the corridor and took her to the backyard. "You have lived here this month. I will come to find you at any time. The people in the palace have given instructions. As long as you are willing, except for my study and Guiyun Tower, the palace will follow you everywhere."

Tang Yu had never heard of it and came to be his ban. She wanted to leave the room without a single step, and no one wanted to see him.

"Prince." Two maids in green clothes stood in the yard. When they saw their master, they knelt down from a distance.

Song Qin stopped in front of the main hall, turned to Tang Yu and said, "Starting today, they will be with you to serve you. If you have any questions, please use them. If you don't like them, you can change people at any time. You can rest tonight. Our agreement will start tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Song Qin stared at her gauze hat and turned around and left.

Tang Yu was a little surprised, but thinking about the rash on his face, if she was a man, she might not be able to do anything.

Looking at the two maids still kneeling there, Tang Yu whispered to get up, and she stepped into the main hall with a bag. The main hall was spacious, with the best tables and chairs in it. The teapots, porcelain and vases on the table were all from the official kilns, and famous calligraphy and paintings were hung on the walls. Tang Yu loved the original works of the ancients, but he was not in the mood to appreciate them at this time.

"Girl, the hot water is ready. Please serve you in the shower first?" a maid asked in a low voice.

Tang Yu put the bag on the table, looked at the two girls, and asked, "What are your names?"

The maid who had just made a sound looked at her quickly and said first: "My maid is Mingxi, she is seventeen years old this year."

She was two years older than Tang Yu, but not taller than Tang Yu. Her cheeks were round and she looked very friendly. Her almond eyes were bright and clear. When Tang Yu looked at Mingxi, Mingxi looked up at her curiously, looking like a lively person. Tang Yu nodded, and did not ask about Mingxi's origin. He turned to another one.

"My servant is called Minghu, this year's 16th." Minghu said respectfully, with a medium appearance, silent and restrained.

Tang Yu remembered it, looked at the two of them, and said self-deprecatingly: "Why am I here? I believe you all know that in this palace, my status is not as good as you. I will not really treat you as maids, and I also know what instructions you received before you were sent here. I will cooperate obediently and only ask you to do one thing. I am a quiet person. If I want to stay by myself, you will just guard outside, okay?"

"I listen to the girl." The two girls knelt down and promised solemnly.

Tang Yu was tired and said to the bag on the table: "This is the personal item I brought from my home. Minghu, please put it in the inner room and put it in Mingxi with me to take a bath." She exposed the things openly so that it would not arouse people's suspicion. She was sneaky. Tang Yu did not think she could hide it from Song Qin's careful selection to monitor her maid.

She lives in the east, and the bathtub is placed in the western room. The clothes she has already hung on the screen, all of which are in silk, the middle clothes are white, and the pants inside are pink. Tang Yu's brows frowned slightly, but people are under the eaves. Song Qin likes to see her wearing this kind of clothes. What can she do?

I'll admit it.

"Girl, you actually misunderstood the prince." Mingxi stepped forward and took off her gauze hat. When she saw Tang Yu's face, her expression remained unchanged. She lowered her head and put on her loose clothes and explained in a low voice: "I and Minghu are both prince's villas that have only entered the spring of this year. They are secret guards to serve us yesterday and asked us to serve the girl carefully and meet all the requirements of the girl, and nothing else was said."

"Well, that's why I misunderstood you." Tang Yuyan said insincerely.

Mingxi didn't expect her to believe it. Seeing the little girl's graceful figure and jade-like skin in front of her, she blushed and didn't dare to look at it.

It's so beautiful, no wonder the prince is so lonely.

Her face turned red and Tang Yu felt as if she was so sad. After a while, she changed into the middle clothes she had already prepared and went to the east room.

Minghu put her close-fitting clothes into the closet, putting rouge and water into the dressing table cabinet, Tang Yu casually glanced and sat on the bed and said, "It's getting late, you can go to bed early too." He turned around and lay on his side, motionless.

The two maids put down the gauze tent, blew the lights, and quietly retreated out.

Tang Yu was exhausted and lay quietly. When he was not sure when he was sleepy, he suddenly felt sleepy and closed his eyes in a drowsy manner.

A quarter of an hour later, the inner room door was pushed open. Mingxi carried the lamp, and Minghu took care of it and took out the rouge powder she had put in her hands before and sent it to the front yard. There was no problem with her close-fitting clothes, and there was no sucking stuff in the book. Only these rouge powder could easily be mixed with poisons and medicines that harmed people.

Of course, Song Qin was not asleep yet. She leaned against the couch in black robe. She watched Shen Ji calmly take out the undetectable portion from each small porcelain box and the porcelain bottle, and slowly smoothed the surface. Tang Yu left the palace that night and entered the palace the next day. She was sick and the queen mother also gave medicinal materials. Song Qin did not believe that Tang Yu had the courage to murder him, but he did not trust the queen mother.

“How long will it take to get the results?”

Shen Ji lowered his head and said, "The latest tomorrow will be dusk."

Song Qin nodded.

Minghu stepped forward, picked up the rouge powder and returned, and the things returned to their original position. Shen Ji studied under the miracle doctor, and his medical skills were superb. He hid in Song Qin's mansion as a guard. No one in the capital knew about it. He also left with the rouge powder he had just searched. There was only Song Qin in the room, and Chu Feng who had been guarding him.

"Your Majesty, it's really found to be poisonous. What are you going to..." Looking at the direction of the backyard, Chu Feng asked tentatively.
Chapter completed!