Chapter 265 Spring Palace (7)

The girls in the banquet covered their eyes and did not dare to look at it, while Mrs. Lin hugged her frightened daughter, looked at Su Qingping angrily, and said coldly, "Cousin Ping, what does this mean?"

"I, I..." Su Qingping looked suspicious, her face turned white and red, red and white, and Hua Rong said with a pale expression, "I don't know... I didn't give it to me!"

"Isn't this what you gave?" Lin Shi's face did not see Su Ri's gentleness, and he said sternly, "Isn't this from "Chunsheng Ji"? What kind of heart do you have to send this kind of thing to, Give……"

If Sister Yue did not look at it during the banquet, but brought it back to the room, once these erotic pictures in the poetry book were found in the house of a girl who had not left her boudoir, it would not give her daughter a chance to survive!

Su Qingping hurriedly defended: "Second cousin, this really has nothing to do with me, and I don't know why..."

"It has nothing to do with you?" Lin Shi said with an angry smile, "You gave this thing to Sister Yue in front of so many people, and Sister Yue opened it up in front of us. You said it has nothing to do with you, Did it just appear out of thin air?"

"I……"

When he thought that his daughter had just seen such dirty things, Mrs. Zhao became angry, and said with a needle hidden in the cotton, "Cousin Ping, you are a girl who hasn't left the cabinet yet, so you actually like this kind of thing."

Su Qingping was choked up, which lady would like "Erotic Palace Tu"? ! Zhao's remarks not only confirmed that the erotic pictures belonged to her, but also ruined her reputation.

"Cousin Ping." Nangong Yue raised her head from Lin's arms, her eyes were still filled with tears, and her eyes were blurred, "Yue'er knows that you are still blaming Yueer for what happened last time, but , that day Dad had already promised Yue'er to teach Yue'er to play the piano..."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present showed strange expressions, and their scrutiny eyes fell on Su Qingping.

Su Qingping never imagined that Nangong Yue would tell the story of that night in front of so many people, she got angry and blurted out: "Sister Yue, you are too presumptuous in front of your elders! Today I... …”

"Cousin Ping." Lin's cold words interrupted her and said, "My sister Yue's grandmother, parents and brothers are both, so there is no room for your cousin to teach her a lesson!"

"Enough!" Su Shi, who had been sitting silently at the top, finally spoke up, looking at Nangong Yue with heavy eyes, without the slightest fluctuation in her voice, "Sister Yue, tell me, what happened last time? "

"grandmother……"

"Mother, let's talk about the son." Nangong Mu stood up. At this time, as a man, how could he let his daughter and wife come forward. Seeing that he didn't even look at Su Qingping, he said bluntly, "After dinner that day, I took Sister Yue to the garden to learn the piano, and I happened to meet Cousin Ping reciting poetry in the small bamboo forest. Cousin Ping wanted to learn to write poetry, I asked my son to point out one or two of them, but after all, there are differences between men and women, and at night, it was inconvenient, so my son did not agree."

These remarks are much clearer than those vague remarks by Nangong Yue just now, but they are also more thought-provoking.

night……

chance encounter...

recite poetry...

"Lonely Men and Widows"...

These few words alone are enough to make people think.

Su Qingping's shameless anger made Lin shi's face red, her chest heaving up and down, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Su Shi's face was also not good-looking, and he shouted with a sullen face, "Sister Ping!"

"Aunt..." Su Qingping had no idea how things would turn out like this. For a while, she didn't even know how to react, so she could only murmur, "Pinger didn't know that second cousin would go to the garden that day. Cousin is outstanding in learning, so Piner had the idea of ​​asking her second cousin to give some advice, but she didn’t think much about it…”