Chapter 114 Do you want to hear what is being said? Please hurry up

Jiang Zhiyu was worried that Jiang Sulan would be sad after hearing this, so he looked at her worriedly, but Jiang Sulan's face showed no sadness at all, and Jiang Zhiyu saw excitement in her eyes.

It was the kind of excited look that comes from eating a big melon.

Jiang Zhiyu was silent for a rare time.

[Fine, I was too suspicious, it turns out that my sister just wants to eat melon. ]

[It doesn't matter, there are too many smart people, I must fight for the fool! 】

Jiang Sulan: "..."

Seeing the people in the room eating melons together again, Jiang Sulan moved to her side and said in a low voice: "I was really a little sad just now, but, those two," Jiang Sulan pointed down: "It was too shocking, so shocking that I even forgot the sadness."

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

【So, it was the melon-eating spirit that won everything? 】

【Sister loves eating melons so much? Should I take my sister to the palace more often? 】

She was thinking, and didn't see Jiang Sulan on the other side, nodding almost out of sight.

The two people in the room ate for a while and then separated. Xiao Qingwu sat on Xiao Siyuan's legs with his arms around his neck.

Xiao Siyuan's hands wandered over her body: "You were in the palace, didn't you notice anything unusual about Xiao Yanli?"

Xiao Qingwu raised her head slightly: "Brother knows that this fool is just like his mother and doesn't like to see people. He hides in the deep palace, how can I see him?"

She loved calling him brother the most in private. This sense of taboo that transcends the world made her tremble and unable to extricate herself.

As long as it was private, Xiao Siyuan let her do what she wanted. Hearing her say this, he sighed.

Xiao Qingwu was not feeling well last night, and went back home early to rest after attending the palace banquet. Xiao Siyuan did not intend to mention the Zuiyuelong to her, but just said softly: "Xiao Yanli has recovered his mind now. If you meet him, remember to treat him with courtesy and control your coquettish temper."

Xiao Qingwu did not take it to heart at all: "He has just recovered his mind. He has been stupid for so many years and may not even recognize all the words. Why do you worry so much, brother?"

Xiao Siyuan Xiao Qingwu looked at Han Sulan with a serious expression. She looked at him for a moment and finally admitted defeat: "Okay, I understand."

She changed the subject and stopped talking about Xiao Yanli, and said: "Is Jiang Zhiyu really that powerful? Can she cure any disease? I heard that she even promised Han Qiao in front of many noble ladies at the palace banquet that she would help her with her face."

Xiao Qingwu's tone was somewhat yearning. Although she hated Jiang Sulan, it did not prevent her from wanting Jiang Zhiyu to help her with her treatment.

This was the first time Xiao Siyuan heard of it. He remembered the previous time when the wind blew up Han Qiao's veil and he saw her face, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"She does have some ability," he stroked Xiao Qingwu's hair, "but Qingwu is naturally beautiful, she doesn't need to be like them."

Xiao Qingwu's lips curled up, and Xiao Siyuan said seriously: "I don't know what Prince Bol's plan is this time. If you run into him, stay away from him."

Speaking of Bol, Xiao Qingwu also put away his casual nature, a little worried: "What if it's a marriage..."

"No," Xiao Siyuan interrupted her: "Mobei suffered an earthquake and was ambushed by Jiang Wenjing. This time, the vitality was greatly damaged. Father will definitely not agree to the marriage."

Xiao Qingwu nodded, and Xiao Siyuan kissed her lips as a reward: "By the way, you should pay attention to Xiao Yanli in private. If you find anything unusual, tell me as soon as possible."

Xiao Qingwu responded obediently, and then the two of them flirted.

On the way back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Sulan ate the melon with great satisfaction.

The corners of her mouth were harder to suppress than AK.

When she arrived at the gate of the mansion, she ran into Song Shiwei who had packed her things and was about to get on the carriage.

Jiang Zhaorong was not there. There were only two servants beside her, and she looked particularly miserable.

Jiang Sulan now only felt disgust towards her.

Song Shiwei bowed: "Second Miss, Third Miss."

Her eyes were slightly red, and she looked like she had been crying.

Jiang Sulan was very puzzled. Why did the enthusiastic and bright Song Shiwei in her memory become so crying and wanting to hurt others?

She didn't want to pay attention to Song Shiwei, so she pretended not to see it and walked into the mansion.

Jiang Zhiyu followed closely behind, and when he passed by Song Shiwei, he heard her suddenly say: "What are you so proud of? They have always favored me since I was a child. No matter what you do, they will favor me. Now they like you only because you have medical skills. When you are no longer useful, you will see whether they will favor you again!"

Jiang Zhiyu raised his hand and slapped her, making Song Shiwei turn around twice.

"I have seen people with bound feet, but I have never seen people with bound heads. You have only two words for being touched by the scene. Do you know which two words they are?"

Perhaps confused by her slap, Song Shiwei looked at her blankly.

"Forget it," Jiang Zhiyu looked at her with contempt: "You look like an illiterate, I guess you don't know either."

Song Shiwei's teeth itched with hatred.

"You are just a beast, an ungrateful person. You know they are on your side and pamper you, but what about you? What have you done?"

"What do you know!" Song Shiwei bit her lip: "They are just pretending to compensate me! If it weren't for you, this prime minister's mansion would be mine alone!"

Talking to such a person is simply lowering one's own status. Jiang Zhiyu looked at Song Shiwei with a ferocious face, and slapped her again with a "slap".

This time she did not stop and walked straight into the mansion.

For someone like Song Shiwei, only by clearly placing the evidence in front of her can her psychological defense be broken.

...

Jiang Zhaorong chose a small courtyard in the alley on the corner of the street for Song Shiwei. Although it is not as good as Wanxiangyuan in the prime minister's mansion, it is also considered above average compared to ordinary people.

The servants in the Xiangfu were all managed by Xu Youran. Except Chunxiu, all the servants in this courtyard were newly bought by Jiang Zhaorong.

He sat at the table, listening to Song Shiwei's crying, feeling annoyed in his heart, but not showing it on his face.

After hearing her crying and saying that she was just paying respects to Zhiyu, and being slapped twice by her, Jiang Zhaorong sneered in his heart.

Was he really a fool in her eyes? She dared to confuse right and wrong for what happened at the gate of the Xiangfu? !

"That's enough!" He interrupted sharply, "You were wrong in the first place, so what if you got beaten a few times! Besides, with Zhiyu's temper, she showed mercy by not killing you."

Song Shiwei was stunned on the spot, with his mouth slightly open, almost unable to believe his ears.

Did he want to hear what he said? !

Jiang Zhaorong looked at her with annoyance. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't have the heart to do so. He stood up and said stiffly, "You should reflect on yourself here recently. When you have reflected on yourself, you can return to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

If you still have such thoughts...