Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 63 So You Are Going To Follow Me

King Zhongshan nodded, and as soon as he stood up, he noticed Hou's sisters beside him.

He took a second look and left. Chunyang didn't move, and the grandma who followed King Zhongshan immediately stepped forward to make arrangements: "Both of you, go and wait for the prince to take a bath."

The grandma is in charge of King Zhongshan's clothing, food, housing, and transportation. She has a very high status. All the concubines and aunts should be polite in front of her, and they have the right to reprimand and teach the girls. Many times, what she means is King Zhongshan's mean.

"Mommy." Chunyang hurriedly stopped her, with a troubled look on her face: "The two of them were sent by the concubine to serve in our young master's house, and Hou is here to wait for my aunt to come back to explain."

The eldest mother didn't expect this to be the case, she frowned slightly, and made up her mind: "Young master is still young, no female relatives are allowed in the house, this is the rule, don't mention it again in the future."

Chunyang pretended to be afraid for a while, and lowered his head, he could only respond.

The eldest mother signaled the two maids to follow her, Chunyang looked at it carefully, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

In Song Yuan's room, she was practicing handwriting, while Xiao Shen looked at the handwriting she had written carefully, circled it if it was not good, and stared at the tip of her pen after reading it, reminding her of the strength of every stroke .

Chunyang came in hurriedly: "Auntie, the prince is already taking a bath."

"En." Xiao Shen was not in a hurry, she had nothing to do tonight, and she didn't need to prepare anything.

Song Yuan looked up, and she tapped the table with the bamboo pen, and immediately buried her head and continued to practice calligraphy.

"The eldest mother said that the son is still young, so there should be no female relatives in the house to serve him. This is a rule. Don't mention it again in the future. The eldest mother has already arranged for the two of them to serve the prince to take a bath."

Song Yuan was breathless when he heard it, and glanced at his mother's face quietly. She looked flat and was not interested in Chunyang's words at all. Yes, too much grace is not a good thing."

Over the years, she has been in constant favor, and she has secured the position for the two sons-in-law, and firmly suppressed the other concubines, which reassured Princess Shen, but now that Song Yuan is grown up, if she continues to be favored, the princess should be In a hurry.

Chunyang nodded and said nothing, glanced at the soup cup on the table, went over to touch it and said, "It's a bit cold, servant girl, let's warm it up."

"Auntie, let's cook some other filling meals." Song Yuan stopped writing, and pitifully touched his stomach and looked at Xiao Shen: "The food at home is too light, and I always get hungry in the middle of the night. "

Chunyang laughed: "The prince and concubine are both old, and the diet is indeed a bit lighter. The young master is still growing up, and he practices martial arts every day. He is indeed not hungry."

Xiao Shen glanced at her, and told Chunyang: "Let's prepare some steamed buns."

Chunyang responded and went out with the soup cup, leaving the mother and daughter in the room.

"Be careful when you go out, come back sooner, I'll wait for you here, lest Wei Yan and the others break in again." Xiao Shen got up, touched the clothes she was going to wear later, took them and put them on the side of the charcoal basin Bake it for her.

Chunyang soon came with something, and Xiaoshen made a gesture with her eyes, Chunyang hurriedly found a clean cloth, packed all the buns and steamed buns, Song Yuan quickly drank a bowl of soup, put on his clothes and hurried Walk.

"Let's put the soup cup in the charcoal basin to warm it up." Xiao Shen tidied up the desk for Song Yuan, threw the papers she practiced calligraphy into the charcoal basin one by one, and watched it burn to ashes.

On the other side, Song Yuan left the palace smoothly. She realized that she was being followed before she had gone far. She touched her waist and found that she was not carrying a weapon, so she couldn't help becoming more careful.

After walking for a while, the follower became bolder, their footsteps were fast and anxious, and when they saw no one in front of them, they rushed towards Song Yuan quickly. Song Yuan was about to turn around and fight back, when behind him there was a cry of pain, and a fist-to-flesh beating The sound can be heard very clearly in the quiet night.

The man following him hadn't been beaten at all, and he was unconscious after several punches, and he collapsed to death on the ground like mud. If it wasn't for the blood bubbles bubbling from the corner of his mouth, he would be no different from a dead person.

"If you hit him again, you'll die." Song Yuan stopped Zhou Ye, and he just stood aside holding the bun and watched quietly: "He's not an assassin."

Zhou Ye stopped his fists, threw the man on the ground hard, and wiped his hands with disgust when he got up.

"You've been following me." Song Yuan smiled shyly and reservedly, like a girl who expects her sweetheart to appear at any time.

Zhou Ye looked over, and his fierce face turned gentle in an instant: "I'm worried that I won't be here when you need me."

So follow me anytime, if you don't have this person following you, you still don't plan to come out, right?

The smile on Song Yuan's face deepened: "To tell you the truth, even though I know some punches now, I still feel guilty."

"It's so late, where are you going?" Zhou Ye came to her and looked down at her.

Song Yuan raised the burden in his hand: "I rescued the man from Song Shu's mansion, and quietly placed him outside. I'm going to deliver food to him now."

"You brought the man out?" Zhou Ye was startled, the king of Zhongshan was heavily guarded, and he didn't dare to approach.

Song Yuan nodded and motioned him to come with him, "I asked before, he is a farming scholar An Zhoushi, ten of them, and now their identities are confirmed, they are Xu Yingrong, An Zhoushi and you and me, as for Yan Yan, I think she The identity is too mysterious, An Zhoushi said that the reason why we feel that the people who participated in the experiment are patched up is that we have not come into contact with the real strong."

"A real strong man?" Zhou Ye was also confused: "Hunter?"

"It doesn't seem to be a hunter, but he said that it is a paradox not to change history, just to shift the responsibility to us." Song Yuan said with a sad expression: "I regret participating in this experiment now, I thought it was just It's a simple survival experience game, I didn't expect it to be so labor-intensive, I have moved more in the Zhongshan Prince's Mansion than I have in the past ten years."

Zhou Ye remained silent. He carefully recalled the content of the contract, thinking about the saying that not going against history is a paradox.

While pondering, they also arrived at Tingwei's Mansion. Zhou Ye was surprised again when he saw the place, but he didn't say anything. He followed Song Yuan into the attic and climbed up layer by layer.

"Mr. An." Song Yuan called softly.

An Zhoushi immediately said: "Yes, yes."

He came out from behind a row of bookshelves, was taken aback when he saw Zhou Ye, and then laughed: "I remember you, you are from Liang He."

"Just relying on him temporarily." Zhou Ye explained quickly, fearing that he would have too much to do with Liang He: "Now I plan to leave."

An Zhoushi nodded and didn't say much.

Everyone here has their own eyes, and talking too much is not a good thing for me.

"Let's eat first." Song Yuan put down the bag, the steamed stuffed bun inside was still warm, An Zhoushi was already starving, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth without caring about anything else.

(End of this chapter)