Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 3 Unclear with the boss

"Nonsense, of course you are alive and she is dead." Xu Yingrong's words were stinging, and she rolled her eyes after she finished speaking: "White Lotus, what are you pretending to be?"

After leaving the words, she left without any intention of waiting for them to be together. Song Yuan stared at her, feeling extremely displeased.

This Xu Yingrong was too hostile to her.

"Let's go." Zhou Ye looked at the entrance of the alley: "The soldiers of the Tingwei Mansion should have discovered that you have escaped from prison. If you don't hurry up, you will run into it later, and it will be difficult to leave."

He spread his palms to Song Yuan, completely ignoring Xu Yingrong's warning just now.

"Hmm." Song Yuan avoided his hand instinctively. Although Zhou Ye took care of her, she was not familiar with this person. Besides, this was Guan Yan's accomplice. All his goodwill was because of Guan Yan. If he finds out his identity, he must turn his face into an enemy.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Ye didn't care, and withdrew his hand to lead the way.

Song Yuan followed him, but he was preoccupied.

She can play Guan Yan to gain the trust of these people, but she can't play Guan Yan for the rest of her life.

Following Zhou Ye and turning a few alleys, a flower building brightly lit by candles suddenly appeared in front of him. At this hour, there was still a lot of music.

This kind of place is a good place to hide.

After entering the flower building, avoiding the pleasure-seeking guests and coming to the top floor, Zhou Ye took off his scarf. The lights were bright here, and Song Yuan could see his appearance clearly. He had copper-colored skin, tough facial features, deep eyebrows and eyes, and sharp edges and corners. There are traces of wind and sand on his face, and he looks like a steady and reliable man.

"He's inside." Zhou Ye casually pointed with his chin and left.

he?Song Yuan guessed that it was the 'employee', and felt nervous all of a sudden.

The relationship between Dongjia and Guan Yan is unusual, and she must be careful.

After standing outside the door for a long time, Song Yuan pushed the door open and walked in. A warm fragrance came over his face, the curtains in the room were drooping, and there was only a low couch and a four-sea folding screen in sight, empty and lifeless.

"Goose."

Just as Song Yuan was about to go around to the back of the folding screen, he was stopped by someone. He looked for the sound and saw a tall and straight young man coming out of the room. Tanzang puts all his heart and soul into it, draping a crane cloak over his shoulders and wearing brocade clothes, standing in front of the door coldly and arrogantly, unattainable.

Song Yuan recognized him as the heir of Wei Ting Hou Mansion, Liang He.

Back then when she followed her father and brother to Jingzhao, she was embarrassed by several cousins ​​in the East Palace, but it was Liang He who helped her out.

He turned out to be that owner.

Song Yuan was really taken aback. During the two years she was in a coma, Guan Yan actually had a lot of interactions with Liang He. Seeing him walking towards her quickly, Song Yuan subconsciously took half a step back, but was caught by Liang He. Pulling her into her arms: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, and pushed him away with all his strength, and he also took a few steps back to distance himself, with a face full of resistance.

WTF?Hugging and hugging when we first met, it's really a bad day.

"Yan'er?" Liang He, who was pushed away, was stunned for a while, and still stepped forward to hug her, lowered his head and approached her patiently: "Sorry, you have so many injuries on your body, I was careless, blame me."

He took the fault all on himself, ignored Song Yuan's resistance, and found a reason for her by himself.

This kind of Liang He is really unfamiliar. In Song Yuan's memory, Liang He was cold and aloof, cold like a piece of heartless old iron, who would not allow women to get close at all, but today's Liang He is full of possessiveness in his eyes. , greasy crookedly hugged her and remained motionless.

Was he also possessed by a ghost?
"You've never turned your face on me." Liang He lowered his brows and looked pitiful, "This time it must be my fault."

Song Yuan felt a 'thump' in his heart. Thinking of Xu Yingrong's words, he probably guessed that Guan Yan's temper must be a gentle and obedient soft dough. Wouldn't his own performance be revealing?
Thinking about the consequences, Song Yuan immediately changed his face, squeezed his throat pitifully: "I almost died in prison, can't I blame you?"

When she said these words, Song Yuan felt uncomfortable. Even though she had already perfected her acting skills, she was brought up as a man since she was a child, and she also learned the rules of a man. It was the first time she spoke in this tone when she was so old. It was really awkward. .

The lost Liang He felt extremely distressed in an instant, and lightly hugged her to blame himself: "If I had come back earlier, I would have rescued you earlier, blame me, all blame me."

He gently rubbed the hair on the back of Song Yuan's head, Song Yuan's whole body was numb from this intimate movement, resisting the urge to push him away.

"Go and ask for a doctor." Under the warm robe and hood, the clear fragrance of tea lingered in his breath, Song Yuan felt the warmth slowly, and the wound on his body began to ache.

Someone outside responded, Liang He sat down with her arms around her, carefully closed the robe for her, and brought Mrs. Tang next to her for Song Yuan to hold in his arms. He patiently pinned it behind her ear.

This movement was gentle and meticulous, Song Yuan could almost guess how Guan Yan got along with him in the past, he couldn't help frowning, fidgeting as if there were ants crawling on his body.

But Liang He put his hand into her ear: "In front of me, you don't need to wear this thing anymore."

Song Yuan wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, this mask was given by Liang He. Among these people, Liang He was the only one who had seen his true face. Just as he wanted, he tore off the human skin mask and held it in his hand, so that Song Yuan was able to see the true face of the mask.

It's not a national beauty, but it's also beautiful and beautiful. Xu Yingrong said that this looks like a bad street, and I'm afraid it's jealousy.

Liang He, who was holding her in his arms, stared at her without saying a word. The person in his arms was as radiant as snow, with delicate eyebrows and eyes. His good looks made even a well-known man feel a little ashamed. match.

Liang He still remembered that when the king of Zhongshan arrived in Jingzhao two years ago, it was the Ninth Prince, Song Yuan, who was the first to spread among the distinguished families. Shang Xiantong was going to be a bit of a duster. He didn't believe it at the time until he saw it with his own eyes.

"Huo Ying is known as King Huo Yan. The method of torture to extract a confession is cruel. If you are still alive in his hands, he must investigate your origin." Liang He held her dirty hand and glanced at her ragged The clothes, pierced by the blood on them, made her eyes hurt and her heart ached, and she wished she could suffer this pain for her.

Seeing his eyes filled with real distress, Song Yuan lamented that Guan Yan could make the unfeminine Wei Ting Hou Fu's son really move his heart, there are really two brushes.

"Huo Ying knew I was a time traveler?" Song Yuan was surprised again: "How did he know?"

If she hadn't experienced such a nagging thing, she would never have believed it.

But it happened that Huo Yingxin believed it and was still investigating, which is strange.

(End of this chapter)