Chapter 882 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 24

Everyone raised their heads one after another. The woman was dressed in red, and her appearance was bright and majestic.

Her condescending gaze fell on Miss Lian: "Do you know who this young master is?"

Miss Lian was refuted in public, and she was angry and ashamed for a while, at this moment, no matter who she is, she said directly: "The clothes are so shabby, I think I'm just a villager in the mountains."

Looking at her suspiciously: "Why, do you know each other?"

Moving today, Song Yu wore the short shirt she used to wear for convenience. She has a tall figure and awe-inspiring eyes. Although she is not too shabby, she does not look like a pampered son in the city.

The woman shook her head and looked at Song Yu: "This son is none other than Song Yu, the second son of the Song family."

"Mr. Song is kind-hearted. For the sake of the Jiang family's upbringing, not only did he not blame Miss Jiang for using his identity to enjoy the blessings for more than ten years, but he also gave gifts back and maintained it in many places. The relationship between the two couldn't be more innocent. .”

Everyone in the hall was in an uproar.

"At the same time, Young Master Song is also my Shen Piao Piao's lifesaver."

The woman looked at the dumbfounded Miss Lian again and said, "Miss Lian, I know you don't mean anything malicious, but it's better to explain clearly before speaking."

Miss Lian blushed instantly, Shen Piaopiao stopped looking at her, went downstairs, walked up to Song Yu,

She pursed her lips and smiled, her face was so delicate and beautiful: "Young Master Song, don't come here without any problems."

Song Yu looked at Ms. Lian expressionlessly, avoiding people's eyes and daring not to look directly at her, then turned her head to Shen Piaopiao and said, "Thank you for today's matter, Ms. Shen, Song is very grateful to see you tomorrow." I will definitely come to visit, now please let me take Yue'er to go first."

After finishing speaking, he nodded and led Xihe to the shop.

Xihe was stunned, and turned back while walking: "So, did you just leave like this? You don't want to talk anymore? Ms. Shen has helped so much, why don't we buy her a cup of tea?"

With a solemn face, Song Yu walked forward without saying a word, and turned in at the entrance of the alley.

He let go of his hand and turned to look at her.

Xihe blinked and stumbled, "Why, what's wrong?"

Song Yu said in a deep voice: "In the future, you don't need to endure this kind of thing, you should pay back, and I will take care of what happens. And..."

Raising his hand, he stroked her hair tentatively: "I know you don't want to rely on the Song family, it doesn't matter, I will work hard to get a job as soon as possible, and become you... and Grandpa's reliance."

Xihe stared blankly at Song Yu, and was surprised to find that his ears were blushing.

She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, turned her face away: "Yeah."

Back in the small courtyard, Mr. Jiang had already returned, wandering around the yard, touching here and there, his eyes full of love, seeing the two of them coming back empty-handed, with a strange expression on his face: "Didn't you go shopping? Didn't you buy anything?"

Song Yu said calmly, "Well, we'll go tomorrow."

Xihe glanced at him, said goodbye to her sideburns, and went back to the house.

Mr. Jiang looked at her back, rubbed his chin, thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, this girl is quite pretty, and Mrs. Liu next door has a grandson. I heard that she is a good person and has passed the examination of scholar. You said that you should kill this girl." What did the girl say in the past?"

Song Yu: "...Grandfather, Yue'er is still young."

Mr. Jiang glared immediately: "What's so small, I'll be an old lady in two years, who will want her then? No, I'll inquire again."

With his hands behind his back, he slipped out of the door again.

Moving, the happiest thing is Mr. Jiang, teahouses and opera gardens are his favorites.

I get up early every day, go out for a stroll and come back early, and stroll out after the lunch break in the afternoon, as if I have returned to the time when the Jiang family was not defeated.

Song Yu was completely busy, but would come over whenever she was free.

The Song family also knew about the news that Xihe and Mr. Jiang had moved to the city. They had ordered someone to bring things over, and even called Xihe to sit down. After being rejected several times in a row, they stopped asking.

Time flies, and it is March in Yangchun.

There was a temple fair held outside the city that day, and many people attended it. Xihe and Mr. Jiang also went out after saying so.

It was an excellent day, with gurgling streams, a gentle breeze in the forest, and the fragrance of flowers. At the temple fair, men, women, old and young were laughing and laughing, and various small stalls were placed on the side of the road.

Xihe said to Mrs. Xu: "Aunt Xu, go shopping, I'll go over there and have a look."

Mrs. Xu stared in shock, before she could speak, Xihe's figure disappeared into the crowd in a flash. The crowd was bustling, she was in a hurry, stomped her feet, and hurried to catch up.

On this side, Xihe turned left and right, and turned into a secluded path.

The dog's chin was resting on its front paws, and its shiny black tail was wagging boredly: "Are you going to the Spring Terrace?"

Xihe walked quickly: "Yes."

Gouzi turned over and yawned loudly: "In the spring of the thirteenth year, the crown prince was assassinated and died on the Spring Terrace. The courtiers were shocked, and they all petitioned His Majesty for a thorough investigation, but the emperor hastily closed the case and established the five-year-old Eighth Prince For the prince... well, you want to save him?"

The faint sound of drum music came from behind the dense forest, and Xihe stopped.

She looked around and said, "It's too troublesome to subvert Chao Gang. Since the crown prince is ready to save, why not? With a qualified master, it is easy for Song Yu to do things."

Anyway, no matter what, the person on the throne can't take it.

It was winter, and the trees in the forest had sprouted, and weeds grew on the ground. Xihe got into the dense forest, pushed aside the grass, and found that the spring terrace had become a mess.

The officials screamed in panic, the imperial guards searched for the assassin, there was blood on the stage, and the emperor had long since disappeared.

Xihe: "..."

It turned out to be too late.

Seeing that the imperial guards were about to search him, Xihe quickly slipped away.

The temple fair was held outside the city, not far from the Spring Terrace where the emperor worshiped heaven, and not far from the Xiangguo Temple.

Xihe went straight to Xiangguo Temple without saying a word.

Sure enough, when she arrived, Xiangguo Temple had already been heavily guarded.

The thousand-year-old temple was silent at this time, and the imperial guards were patrolling back and forth, and Xihe circled around, but finally had no choice but to wait until dark before sneaking in.

crunch——

The silent wooden door was opened.

An embroidered shoe stepped in, the room was full of candles, and several waiters had fallen into a coma.

Xihe walked to the side of the bed, looked down, and there was a man lying silently on the bed, with handsome features, elegant appearance, and no blood on his pale face.

She frowned, reached out to touch his wrist, and raised her eyebrows suddenly: "Huh?"

At this moment, a fist wind hit behind him, Xihe quickly avoided it without thinking, and kicked him backwards——

boom,

The slender embroidered shoes carried tremendous force, and the man in black slammed into the chair hard.

With a bang, the tables and chairs broke instantly.

Xihe's face became serious, and she stepped forward quickly, and was about to step on it when she suddenly heard a familiar 'wait', which made her stunned.

I'm sorry, I've been sick again and again, and I've been hospitalized again.