After wearing the book, I became Shoufu's favorite

Chapter 448 Your Majesty Is Not At Home, Madam Became King

Lin Qing came and went in a hurry, and soon disappeared from Song Mianmian's sight.

Song Mianmian sat on the spot, stunned for a long time, and confirmed one thing: that jade pendant indeed belonged to Lin Qing.

And, it seems, it seems...

It was not accidentally dropped.

But did she know this young master before?

Well done, why did you leave the jade pendant with her?
Song Mianmian couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think about it for the time being, but now there was a more difficult thing: what to do with that jade pendant.

It's not good for her to keep other men's jade pendants.

or……

When A Yu comes back to her?
Song Mianmian made this decision for the time being and no longer considered the matter.

As soon as he returned to Xie's house, the housekeeper stepped forward to deliver the envelope, "Ma'am, a letter from Yingzhou."

It's parents.

Xiaolu took it, then turned around and handed it to Song Mianmian.

Sure enough, it was a letter from Xie Kang and Zhu Yuzhi, and the corners of Song Mianmian's lips curled up slightly. In the letter she sent last time, she asked if the two elders would come to the capital for the New Year.

And he tried his best to invite, and talked about the daily life of Xie Siqi and Xie Zhenzhen in detail.

After all, the youngest son and grandson are the lifeblood of the old lady.

Song Mianmian believes that this is definitely very attractive.

She opened the letter expectantly, but got a negative answer. Zhu Yuzhi said in the letter that she would not come during the New Year.

Xie Furong is about to get married at the end of the year, and they will come to the capital after the new year.

Although Song Mianmian was a little disappointed, she could understand.

It can be said that Zhu Yuzhi hated the old lady Xie very much, and gritted her teeth in hatred when she mentioned the old lady.But for the sake of Xie Kang, everything about her face was fine.

In Qingshan Village, only the old lady Xie was bad, but Zhu Yuzhi was not filial.

Song Mianmian went to Yang Lixia's yard first, told all the news and content in the letter, and played with the little guy for a while before returning to her yard.

For some reason, even though Xie Yuan was not at home, she felt that the house was much deserted.

She was sitting on the recliner, the chair was shaking slightly, making a little creaking sound, and at some point, it began to rain.

The rain was heavy, and soon strings of water fell from the eaves, and fine droplets of mist poured in from the windows.

Song Mianmian lay on the rocking chair and had no intention of getting up to close the window at all.

Xiao Lu came in with tea, put it on the small table beside Song Mianmian, and was about to close the window.

"Don't turn it off, just turn it on."

Song Mianmian finally spoke out, her voice was a little tired.

During this period of time, she was like a spinning top, spinning continuously.

It's okay when you are busy, but when you are free for a while, you will inevitably feel tired.

"girl."

Xiao Lu stopped, with a concerned voice, walked up to Song Mianmian and knelt down, stretched out his hand to massage her head.

Xiaolu learned it specially, and the strength is appropriate, which relieved Song Mianmian's fatigue just right.

"Girl." Xiao Lu said softly, "I just received the news that Yun Lian is ill."

Song Mianmian opened her eyes, "What's wrong?"

"I heard from the doctor that it's just a headache and vomiting. The people in the Anping Hou's Mansion guessed that Yun Lian didn't take care of herself during her confinement."

Didn't take care of it during the confinement period?

Song Mianmian frowned, Yun Lian's children are all born, will they be raised well?
He fell ill just half a month after he arrived in Anping Houfu.

Is it really a coincidence?
Although there was no evidence, Song Mianmian was still a little suspicious.

After thinking about it, she asked, "Yun Lian brought the child back to the Hou Mansion, what's Mu Qinglang's attitude?"

Compared with Mrs. Linlang's long-sleeved and good at dancing, Mu Qinglang is much more immature, and some things can be confirmed from the side of Mu Qinglang's attitude.

Xiao Lu was stunned for a moment, and said with some guilt: "Girl, I'll ask now."

Before the girl said she was staring at Yun Lian, she was staring at Yun Lian with all her heart, but now hearing this question, she was a little at a loss.

"It's okay." Song Mianmian smiled lightly, "It's because I haven't told you about this before."

Xiaolu massaged Song Mianmian for a while, then got up and left to ask about this matter.When she reached the door, she paused again, then turned to look at Song Mianmian, "Girl, why are we focusing on the Mu family's affairs?"

Although Yun Lian used to be Chunlan, that was also in the past.

Moreover, Chunlan and the girl have no relationship at all.

Song Mianmian explained softly, "I'm a person who holds grudges."

"I haven't forgotten what the Mu family did to me before."

Although more than a year has passed, she can remember such a thing for a lifetime.

She was holding Mu Qinglang's evidence in her hand, and Lin Qing also had it. The nature of the crime was bad, but the crime was really not that big, so it hasn't been exposed yet.

If given the opportunity, she would of course be happy to get more evidence of the crimes committed by the Mu family in order to take revenge in the future.

Fawn suddenly realized.

Thinking of what happened before, I immediately understood. I also became angry and waved my fist, "Girl, I understand."

Song Mianmian laughed.

The little deer was about to leave again, so she hurriedly said, "Don't worry, it's raining outside."

The heavy rain continued, and the sky darkened. Xiaolu didn't go out again, but turned on the lamp inside the house.

Then he said: "Girl, this tea is sweet-scented osmanthus tea sent by Prince Chen's mansion a few days ago, don't you want to try it?"

Song Mianmian, who was originally worried that drinking tea at this time would not be able to sleep at night, suddenly became interested, sat up straight, and picked up the teacup.

After leaving the osmanthus tea for a while, the temperature was just right, and the rich fragrance of osmanthus permeated her nasal cavity along the water mist.

"It smells so good." Song Mianmian took a sip, narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and gave a thumbs up.

Zhimei said not to be outdone, "Ma'am, this servant even made you a sachet out of dried sweet-scented osmanthus and hung it in front of your bed, so that you can sleep fragrantly at night."

Song Mianmian gave her a complimenting look, "Thank you Zhimei, Zhimei, you are so kind."

Zhimei blushed when she was praised, and her voice was quite charming, "Madam, as long as you like it."

"Zhimei sent it, how could I not like it?" Song Mianmian retorted softly, "I like it the most."

She drank a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea and felt her mouth full of sweetness, then looked at Zhimei and Xiaolu, "Have you tried it? It's really good!"

"Then I'll try it later." Xiaolu's brows and eyes curved.

"Yeah." Song Mianmian nodded, "How much did Prince Chen's Mansion send? Give some to sister-in-law and Zhenzhen too."

"The palace sent quite a few." Xiao Lu said with a smile, "Princess Chen must have known that you like it, so she specially ordered someone to send you three jars."

Zhimei also teased her wife, "Ma'am, the people in the palace also said that if you finish drinking, you can go to the palace to get it."

Song Mianmian didn't feel embarrassed at all, but said flatteredly, "Lingling is so kind."

"By the way, do you have any other ingredients at home? Do you have pork belly and short ribs?" Song Mianmian suddenly asked.

Zhimei and Xiaolu looked at each other, and they didn't quite understand why Mrs. Duanduan asked this.

But he still answered obediently, "There is still some meat at home, but not much."

The weather is still very hot, and it is already dinner time.

"Let's go and have a look!" Song Mianmian got up directly and walked to the kitchen. She was no longer tired from just now, and her whole body seemed to be revived with blood.

"It's so beautiful to eat barbecue and drink some wine in this rainy day." Song Mianmian sighed and made meat on bamboo sticks herself.

There were not many ingredients, so she only got a piece of lean meat, cut it into small pieces, tasted it, fried it twice with a bamboo stick, and then fried it with dried chili and Chinese prickly ash.

Appropriate for drinking.

Song Mianmian made a comment.

Zhimei hurriedly said: "Madam, my lord said you can't drink alcohol."

"Really?" Song Mianmian blinked her eyes, as if she didn't know about it at all.

She quickly said confidently: "Then you don't tell him, can't you?"

Zhimei: ...

Your Excellency is not at home, Madam is the king.

(End of this chapter)