The prince's favorite concubine is flirtatious and wild

Song Jiu glanced at Song Yan and sighed: "Du Beiyuan is Xiao Qinghan's man, do you dare to believe it?"

Since Xiao Qinghan didn't hide anything from her, he naturally believed in the character of the Song family. However, let's not mention the Xiao family's army for the time being. Since there was only half a military talisman, Xiao Qinghan might not be able to give orders once he got it.

Secondly, it also involves the truth about the death of King Lao Yan in battle eight years ago.

There's no point in talking about it until the matter comes to light.

Song Jiu responded with a violent gasp of cold air.

Song Yan: "I can't believe it."

From the moment Xiao Qinghan hired him, they knew that King Yan was not as incompetent as he appeared on the surface, but it was still shocking that the dignified commander turned out to be his.

"But this is not the reason why he is not clear with other women." After the shock, Song Yanhu said with a face: "Why, does he still want to enjoy the blessings of others?"

Song Jiu: "That's not true. Qingqing said that I am the only one his childhood sweetheart grew up with. Du Wanhe is just wishful thinking. I will never give her a chance to get close to her again."

Song Yan: "..."

Please don't spread the word, thank you!

He held the brocade box tightly with his hands. Well, he could hold it now with peace of mind.

The two returned to the Song family. Shangguan You had not left yet and was sitting in the agarwood courtyard drinking tea and eating snacks.

Seeing Song Jiu, she hurriedly asked: "How is it? Have you beaten someone so hard that your parents can't recognize him?"

Song Jiu: "No."

Shangguan You glanced at her with disappointment: "Ah... why?"

"Because I pinched her neck and let her truly feel the pleasure before death."

Shangguan You was stunned: "..."

She silently gave Song Jiu a thumbs up, thank you for being so cool.

The two sat down in the yard, and Liangchen served Song Jiu tea.

"So what is her relationship with King Yan?" Shangguan You asked curiously.

Song Jiu said seriously: "You don't even think about how evil Xiao Qinghan's appearance is. Can you find a second man more handsome than him in the entire capital? Du Wanhe first arrived in the capital, and somehow he fell in love with him. She fell in love with his beauty and took the opportunity to seduce him."

The marriage between the Song family and the Xiao family means they will be in the same boat from now on, so there is no need to avoid taboos.

Shangguan You was born in the royal family, so there were some things that were difficult to explain clearly.

Listening to Song Jiu's shameless words, Shangguan You felt bad: "Can you be more exaggerated?"

Song Jiu blinked innocently: "Can you find it out?"

I dare not praise anything else, but Xiao Qinghan's appearance is absolutely as stunning as an immortal.

Any one of her three brothers would be the best among them, but none of them could compare to Xiao Qinghan.

Shangguan You choked violently and gave her a slight glare.

No!

"By the way, while you were away, a maid came to you and said that the old lady wanted to invite you." Shangguan You changed the topic and said.

Song Jiu paused while holding the tea cup: "Didn't you say anything?"

"She left when she saw you weren't here." Shangguan You said, "Maybe it's because it's inconvenient for me, an outsider, to say it."

Thinking about it, before Song Jiu could speak, she patted the pastry crumbs on her skirt and stood up: "Since you haven't been cheated on, I'll go back first."

Song Jiu: "..."

After Shangguan You left, Song Jiu thought about it and took Hua Chao to Ning'an Hall to see the old lady.

As soon as I entered the yard, I heard bursts of laughter coming from the house. The one who laughed the loudest was the old lady.

When the maids saw Song Jiu, they saluted her respectfully.

Song Jiu stepped into the flower hall with a graceful figure, and found that Jiang and others from the second room were also there. The old lady was sitting at the top, wearing a Baoxiang flower-breasted long-sleeved jacket with a warm smile on her face, but when she saw Song Jiu In an instant, his face suddenly became elongated.

But there was a strange woman sitting next to the old lady.

She held the woman's hand and seemed very close to her at first glance.

The woman has a delicate face, a high and delicate nose, and delicate lips like peach blossoms in March. The most outstanding thing is her eyes, which are like a pool of autumn water, which is endearing.

"I've met my grandmother." Song Jiu looked at the woman and said hello to the old lady.

The old lady responded calmly: "Where have you been? The girl is running out all the time. What are you talking about?" She opened her mouth and scolded her.

Song Jiu rolled her eyes secretly, turned to Hua Chao and said, "I don't know some bastard who spread rumors that grandma is in a hurry to find me. It's clear that grandma is not in a hurry."

The implication is, is there really an emergency and I have the time to teach her a lesson?

Hua Chao rolled her eyes slightly and immediately apologized in cooperation: "Miss, please calm down. It's all your fault that the slaves don't distinguish between right and wrong. Now I understand that I was wrong. I will definitely not do it again in the future."

This was said in front of the old lady. From now on, if anyone comes to Ning'an Hall to send a message, they, the slaves, will pretend that they have not heard it.

The old lady gritted her teeth in anger, this was a slap in her face.

This damn girl Song Jiu did it on purpose.

"Fifth sister, grandma did have something to ask you for. Now that the matter has been resolved, there is no need to worry." Song Yuanqi smiled and explained for the old lady.

"Oh." Song Jiu responded expressionlessly, then his eyes fell on the woman beside the old lady and asked: "This girl is a bit unfamiliar. Is she the new maid here?"

When the woman heard this, her face suddenly stiffened and she looked humiliated.

How does she look like a slave in her dress?

"Presumptuous." The old lady slapped the table and said angrily.

Song Jiu glanced at her lips aggrievedly, looked at the old lady innocently and said, "My granddaughter just asked a question, how could I be so presumptuous? Could it be that this girl has another background? Is she a member of the royal family?"

In this capital, except for the emperor's relatives, there was no one whom Song Jiu did not dare to offend.

Although this woman does not dress like a slave, she is definitely not the daughter of a wealthy family.

But the old lady was as kind to her as her own granddaughter, and she was not allowed to tell her. This was thought-provoking.

The old lady seemed to have realized that her behavior was a bit too much. She pursed her lips and said to Song Jiu: "Don't talk nonsense. We can talk about the royal family as we please."

"Since she is not a relative of the emperor, who is the daughter of a wealthy family?" Song Jiu tilted her head and asked curiously.

The woman was so embarrassed that she just wanted to find a crack to get in.

Miss Song Wu said this deliberately to ridicule her background.

Naturally, the old lady saw Song Jiu's intention. She was so angry that her brain hurt, and she wanted to slap her to death.

"Stop guessing. She is my distant niece. Her parents died and she came to me."

Song Jiu said "Oh" clearly: "So grandma wants to keep her by her side as a maid?"

The old lady: "..."

The subject of maids is difficult to deal with, right?

"How can she be my niece and work as a slave in the Song family?" the old lady said with a dark face.

Song Jiu showed the right amount of innocence and looked at the old lady ignorantly: "She is a relative of my grandmother, and not a relative of our Song family. We don't support outsiders."

"What kind of outsider? I am the master of the Song family, why can't I make the decision to keep her?" the old lady said angrily.

Song Jiu: "The head mistress of the Song family is my mother, and my father is filial, so he supports my grandmother. But if there is another outsider, he will not support me."

The implication is that the old lady is another outsider.

"Song Jiu, the old lady is your grandmother after all. Do you talk to your elders like this?" Mrs. Jiang sat aside, relying on her elders and preaching to Song Jiu from the moral side, but she didn't If you dare to be too aggressive, you are afraid of being beaten out by Song Xun.

Song Jiu glanced at Mrs. Jiang, as if she suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Although my father is not born to my grandmother, my second uncle is. Since he is a relative of my grandmother, why not send him to my second uncle's house?" Anyway, it is my grandmother who raises her, and she is responsible for her food and clothing."

When Mrs. Jiang heard this, her eyelids jumped a few times, and she subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she suppressed the words when they came to her lips.

Since the old lady brought the person into Ningxiang Hall, she must keep the person here. Song Jiu wanted to send the person away, and the old lady must be more anxious than she was, so the old lady said in a calm voice: "This It’s not your child’s business.”

"Yes." Song Jiu didn't refute, and nodded obediently: "My mother has the final say in the house, so grandma, does my mother agree to her staying as a slave?"

After a mouthful of slaves, the woman felt a burning pain on her face, and there was a surge of resentment in her eyes when she looked at Song Jiu.

The old lady was so angry that she almost vomited blood. She suppressed the anger in her heart and gritted her teeth and said, "Your mother has not returned from a social gathering."

I get angry when I mention this.

The Fang family in the house caught her, and her Ningxiang Hall was no different. Except for a few close confidants, everyone else obeyed the Fang family. She couldn't have people keep an eye on the Fang family's movements.

The old lady would never admit that she hated Mr. Fang, so she was never willing to pay attention to Mr. Fang in small matters.

As a general's wife, Mrs. Fang naturally has to socialize and socialize everywhere. It is so common for her to go out for banquets for ten and a half months, so that when the old lady tried to find her today, she was in vain.

If I had known earlier, I would have brought him back while Fang was at home.