Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

"What did you say? Say it again?" Song Baoling turned around and asked, his eyes fixed on him.

Zhang Qinghe repeated it softly, "I said I can marry you in after you mend your body..."

"Stop, stop!" Song Baoling couldn't help interrupting him, "Marry what, who agreed?"

"Didn't you already agree?" Zhang Qinghe felt that her reaction was very strange, and reached out to touch her head, "Could it be that you have a fever again?"

Song Baoling brushed his hand away and kept a distance from him, "When did I agree?"

"Just a few days ago, grandma and uncle were listening." Zhang Qinghe said it with confidence, with a calm expression, which had to be convincing.

Gutana's quirky little face appeared in Song Baoling's mind, and his heart skipped a beat.

She questioned Mrs. Song and Song Mochuan with her gaze, only to see the other party nodded slowly and unspeakably.

Song Baoling only felt that the taste of the soup in her throat had turned into an indescribable taste at this moment.

Zhang Qinghe seemed to see her reluctance, so he rushed to speak before her, "This marriage is settled, the parents ordered the matchmaker's words, Baoling will not want to go back on his word."

He blocked all Song Baoling's words with one sentence, Mrs. Song and Song Mochuan looked at each other, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

After that, Song Baoling found an excuse and left, his head was in a daze, and he didn't know how to get back into the room.

"Miss..." Lian Jiao was very worried, and moved closer to Song Baoling.

Song Baoling covered her face with her hands, she understood what Gutana's sympathetic and guilty eyes meant when she left the Shizifu.

"What's going on?" Song Baoling asked sullenly.

Lianjiao lowered her head and said, "Mr. Zhang will come to bring you tonic soup every day. The princess almost vomited from drinking it. I really can't take it anymore."

"It just so happened that the princess was clamoring for a drink that day, and when Mr. Zhang was delivering the tonic soup, Mr. Zhang made her a hangover soup."

"The princess really didn't want to drink it, so she grabbed Mr. Zhang's collar and asked him if he wouldn't need to drink tonic soup after marrying him."

"Then the marriage was settled."

The old lady thought it was Zhang Qinghe's sincerity that moved Song Baoling, but at that time, Jun Tingsheng and Song Baoling's pretended princess were having a hot fight, so she didn't think much about it.

Now that the two have changed their identities, there is nothing left but embarrassment.

"When can this marriage be withdrawn?" Song Baoling forcibly calmed down, "It should only be verbal."

Lianjiao fiddled with her fingers, "There will be criticisms about the withdrawal now, and the token has already been exchanged."

That cunning Zhang Qinghe coaxed Gutana into exchanging tokens before he woke up, fearing that she would repent.

Song Baoling covered his head irritably, "Okay, I'll leave after a while!"

"But the fourth day of next month is the wedding day." Lianjiao's words were like a thunderbolt, which fell into the lake and exploded with huge splashes.

Song Baoling jumped up from the bed suddenly, "What did you say? The fourth day of next month?"

Lianjiao nodded weakly. There was less than a month left. She originally wanted to tell Song Baoling earlier, but due to various factors, it was delayed until now.

Song Baoling's eyes were momentarily distracted, and Lian Jiao made up the knife silently, "The news has spread in the past few days, and everyone in the capital should know about it soon."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Song Baoling fell back on the bed, and then there was a knock on the door, and Zhang Qinghe's voice came from outside.

"Bao Ling, are you not feeling well? Do you want to go out for a walk?"

The originally gentle voice was like a reminder at this moment, Song Baoling covered his head.

Lianjiao walked to the door helplessly and replied, "Master Zhang, it's inconvenient for our lady to see you right now, you should come back another day...please come back."

Zhang Qinghe's hand knocking on the door dropped, with disappointment visible on his face, "That's it, then I won't bother you, I'll come back another day."

He also felt Song Baoling's rejection just now, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He didn't want to push Song Baoling too quickly, so he had to leave first.

When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he turned his head and took a deep look, his eyes were full of determination.

He will definitely make Song Baoling fall in love with him. The future will be long, and he doesn't believe that he can't move her.

Song Baoling lay down for a while, propped himself up, and said listlessly: "Lianjiao, you can accompany me to Ji Ren Tang."

"Yes." Lianjiao replied.

The two changed into simple clothes and set off. Song Baoling did not choose to take a carriage, but drove with Lianjiao.

Yu Zikong saw her playfully, "Princess is willing to come here too? Don't you like the bitter taste of herbs?"

Song Baoling took away the fan in his hand without a word, "Princess, princess, you can mistake someone every time."

Yu Zikong was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted, "You two changed your identities back?"

"Yes, she also caused me a lot of trouble." Song Baoling sighed and walked straight to the inner room.

Yu Zikong followed her, "Is it because of your engagement with that son of the Zhang family?"

"You know?" Song Baoling raised his eyebrows and paused.

Yu Zikong licked the corner of his lips, "I found out yesterday, have you figured out how to solve it?"

Song Baoling was a little annoyed, "I don't know, just take a step at a time, what about the thing I asked you last time?"

She stood in the middle of the inner room, looking around, Yu Zikong smiled, "Don't worry, everything is well arranged."

He walked to the side, groped on the wall, touched a special wall and pressed it down, and the floor of the inner room suddenly sank.

Song Baoling was unprepared, and almost fell like a dog eating shit. The ground only sank a little, and a secret door popped open beside him.

She walked in slowly, the inside was pitch black, and she couldn't see her fingers. She hit her head not long after walking, and it was a dead end.

When Yu Zikong heard the sound, he immediately reminded, "The channel has not been opened yet, how could it be built so quickly."

"Oh~" Song Baoling covered his head and groped for the wall to come out.

Yu Zikong pressed it again, and everything returned to the original state.

"Okay, it's all right now." Yu Zikong took the fan back from her hand, "But what do you want me to do here with a dark room and a tunnel?"

"Could it be... silently doing something important?"

Yu Zikong winked, Song Baoling shook his head in disgust, and said, "I have a hunch that within a year, there will be a bloody storm in the capital."

Yu Zikong nodded half-understanding, and something quickly flashed through Song Baoling's mind.

"When will your master come back?"

The fan in Yu Zikong's hand almost fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it firmly. He became alert, "You ask my master what to do?"

"Just asking casually."

"My master should be back soon, do you need to find him?"

"Not now, maybe we will need his help in the future." Song Baoling frowned, knowing at a glance that it was not a good thing.

After being tapped on the head, Song Baoling raised his head, and Yu Zikong coughed twice, "What's wrong, Yaya?"

"Yaya...it's pretty good, Jun Tingsheng gave it to Chai Liang." Song Baoling replied.

Yu Zikong nodded thoughtfully.