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Mrs. Hou looked at the maid who was standing respectfully in front of her and asked lightly, "Really? Do you really think so?"

The maid standing in front of her was clearly Qinglan. She was sent to Situ Jun's yard to take care of the affairs in Situ Jun's yard, and to be Mrs. Hou's eyes and ears, carefully observe Situ Jun's life, and report on time.

"In response to Madam's words, the slave servant observed this period of time and confirmed that Liu Ying was distracting the little Marquis by talking non-stop, so that he would not have time to be sad. Therefore, the slave servant thought to invite some drama troupes and storytellers to come to the mansion, for the sake of the young master. It will be even better if Lord Hou relieves his boredom." Qing Lan lowered her head and replied respectfully.

Ambition flashed in his eyes.

After seeing Ning Xinhe yesterday, the little Marquis was obviously so sad, but Song Yingying just babbled, and the little Marquis's mood was soothed. So, what's so difficult? Are the troupes and storytellers inferior to that vulgar maid?

When the troupe and the storyteller coaxed the little Marquis, what qualifications would that vulgar and stupid Song Yingying have to stay by the little Marquis and be the servant girl? Qinglan is very confident, she will definitely be able to squeeze Song Yingying down and become a well-deserved servant girl.

This time, Mrs. Hou reported in front of her, and she offered her own strategy.

Madam Hou thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay."

A few days later, a famous opera troupe and storyteller in Beijing was invited to the Hou residence, and Mrs. Hou asked someone to invite Situ Jun to listen.

Situ Jun respected his mother very much, so he went to listen.

However, Yiyi Ya Ya's opera could not attract his attention. He sat under the stage, his eyes looked at the stage, but his mind was in a daze.

Yes, in a daze.

He didn't think about anything, his mind was emptying by itself. After being appeased by Song Yingying yesterday, he became like this. It seems that something has collapsed in my heart and is being re-established.

There was nothing he could do during this rebuilding process. He didn't want to do anything either, he just wanted to wait quietly, waiting for the moment it was built.

After it was built, he was a brand new him.

He didn't understand why he felt this way, but he was sure it must be.

Mrs. Hou is very concerned about her son. After she invited the troupe and storyteller, she didn't just ignore everything, but sent people to pay attention to him, and she herself observed him from time to time. Then she found that her son was very absent-minded.

She called Situ Jun to her side and asked him, "Jun'er, what's going on recently? I looked at you absent-mindedly, did you encounter trouble?"

Situ Jun shook his head: "Nothing, mother."

Madam Hou asked again, "Do you like the troupe and storyteller I hired for you?"

Situ Jun still shook his head: "I don't like it very much."

He hadn't liked this much before. Now not only do I not like it, but I am not in the mood.

Mrs. Hou scrutinized him carefully and found that he was really not interested, instead of saying no when she rejected Song Yingying, but it was just angry words.

"Okay, mother will invite them back tomorrow." Mrs. Hou said.

The mother and son said a few more words, and Situ Jun went back.

Qinglan was still imagining the scenery of her being a maid in charge, and she was shocked when she saw that the theater troupe and storyteller in the mansion were suddenly sent away.

She went to inquire about the familiar little sisters in Mrs. Hou's yard, and when she learned that Little Hou didn't like theater troupes and storytellers, she suddenly felt a loud slap on the face, which was painful.

She was unwilling, but she was helpless. When she saw Song Yingying again, the jealousy in her eyes could hardly be concealed.

On this day, the sky was still bright.

It looks no different than usual. Even the slightest strands of light penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, and the angle of the light in the room was no different.

However, Situ Jun just felt that something was different.

It's him who is different. It seemed that something heavy had disappeared from his body.

When he woke up, he felt very relaxed in his body, very relaxed in his mind, and very relaxed in his heart. The things that entangled him, fell on him, and pulled him in the past disappeared.

He really climbed out of that abyss, and even the mud on his body was gone.

He is very happy.

He didn't get up immediately, but lay quietly on the bed, combing through his seventeen years of life from start to finish.

Before meeting Ning Xinhe, there was nothing surprising, he was just an ordinary nobleman.

Meeting Ning Xinhe... that was one of the things in his life that was extremely difficult to describe in words.

He used to like her so much. I like it so much, I like it so much. She likes to forget herself and is willing to give everything for her.

Those once sweet, anticipating, anxious moods. Lonely Yong who once wanted to elope with her. Sadness and sadness after being rejected by her. Hearing about her grief after getting married... All kinds of things, which were originally accumulated in his heart, suddenly disappeared when he woke up this morning.

It's like an eternity. Thinking of her again, he just felt like a lifetime away. There was no more ups and downs in the mood, no waves in the slightest. Even, he didn't want to think of her very much - she was married, married to the powerful prince, and loved. She has nothing to do with him.

He wished her happiness.

Situ Jun smiled slightly.

After breakfast, Qing Lan pushed Situ Jun and planned to go for a walk in the garden.

Situ Jun stopped her: "Where's Liu Ying? Ask her to serve me."

For a while, Song Yingying didn't approach him very much. If you don't call her, you can't see her figure. How does this work? She is his servant girl! Mother personally ordered her to serve him, to please him!

Qinglan was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say something, but her mouth moved, and she turned to call for someone: "Liu Ying! Little Marquis asked you to serve!"

Song Yingying was chatting in the room. While playing, I silently review English knowledge. It's boring to memorize words. She is now reviewing the plots of the movies she has seen in her mind, trying to restore the characters' lines.

Hearing Qinglan calling her, she was a little surprised. She put down the net in her hand and went out and said, "Why did you think of me today?"

He always disliked her for being noisy and didn't ask her to come close to him.

"Why, the master asked you to serve, do you have any comments?" Qing Lan said in a high voice.

Song Yingying frowned and looked at her.

Suddenly, she tilted her head, turned her ears in the direction of Qinglan, and said loudly, "What did you say? I can't hear you!"

Everyone in the yard: "..."

What to play? One was louder than the other, and Song Yingying's voice would reach Madam Hou's yard.

Qing Lan didn't expect her to do this trick, she was ashamed and angry.

However, before she could speak, Song Yingying shouted again, "Why don't you speak? Can't you hear? Oh my God! What's wrong? Why can't we hear?"

"Okay!" Outside, Situ Jun sounded with a smile, "Liu Ying, come here!"

"Yes, Little Marquis." After speaking, Song Yingying looked at Qinglan again, put her hands around her mouth, and shouted at her face: "My ears are good! I heard Little Marquis talking! If you If you still can't hear it, go see the doctor! I'm leaving!"

After he finished speaking, he ran out.

The people in the yard burst into laughter.

They are all served by the Hou Mansion. Who is a little careful, who can hide it? I saw Qinglan, a maid from Mrs. Hou's yard, actually shriveled in the hands of a savage like Song Yingying, and couldn't help laughing.

Song Yingying pushed Situ Jun out.

She is different from Qing Lan. Qinglan pushed Situ Jun with a carefully planned route, where to go first, what to see, and then where to go to enjoy the scenery. Song Yingying followed her instincts and suddenly wanted to go where she wanted to go, so she said, "Little Marquis, let's go there and have a look!"

Then, without waiting for Situ Jun to answer, he pushed him over there.

Situ Jun thought, she is so courageous that she still dares to be his master.

"What happened just now?" he asked, "Why did you quarrel with Qinglan?"

Song Yingying said, "She bullies people, I'll give her some color."

Although she didn't plan to play a house fight, Renshan was bullied by others. If she was good-natured and bullied, Qinglan still didn't know what to do. Therefore, Qing Lan had to be told that she could not be bullied casually.

Seeing that she was very straightforward, Situ Jun thought to himself that it was her temper.

He was pushed by her, looking here and there. It's obviously the same scenery, but when she points at it, it always looks better.

It was as if he was always more at ease when she was behind him.

Could it be her defense that day that made him trust her so much? Otherwise, she is obviously such an unruly maid, how could she give him a sense of security that no one else can give him?

"Don't you think I'm annoyed?" Song Yingying asked from behind.

Situ Jun said lightly, "Oh? You know I find you annoying?"

"I'm not stupid." Song Yingying said, "I can't tell if other people don't like me?"

Situ Jun nodded: "Well, you are not stupid."

It's a very common sentence, I don't know if Song Yingying is too sensitive, she always feels that something is not right.

Just thinking about it, Situ Jun suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed at the rose bush not far away, and said, "Go and break the branches and flowers."

"Okay." Song Yingying released her wheelchair and ran to fold the flowers.

After a while, she came back.

Situ Jun took it, lowered his head and looked at it, then pointed in another direction: "Break two more branches."

Song Yingying ran to Zhe again.

"The flower over there is also folded in two."

"And over there."

After running in four directions, Situ Jun's legs were full of flowers. Before he was finished, he pointed to the flowers farther away and asked Song Yingying to fold them.

Song Yingying felt wrong and suspected that Situ Jun deliberately tossed her. But after thinking about it, she didn't offend him, why did he toss her? So he asked, "Little Marquis, why are you folding so many flowers? These few branches are enough."

Situ Jun pinched the flower branches with his slender and beautiful fingers. The delicate flowers complemented his extremely fair skin. He lowered his head and sniffed the flowers, and said, "Enough is enough for my room. But there are none in my mother's room."

Then, looking up at her: "Aren't you going?"

Song Yingying had to run away.

Another seven or eight branches were folded, and Situ Jun's legs were full of flowers. Bright yellow, pink, lavender, flowers of various colors are piled together, and they are rich and warm.

Song Yingying has a slight face control, although she was so tired that she was panting, but she still didn't complain when she looked at the beautiful young man holding the flower.

The beautiful boy holding the flower can't be seen all the time.

Holding her knees, she panted and asked, "Is there anything else, little marquis?"

Situ Jun lowered his gaze slightly and looked at Song Yingying, who was a little shorter than him because of her bending over.

After a period of vigorous running, her face was flushed and she looked healthy and energetic. A pair of eyes are shining, as if sprinkled with stars. There was a slight perspiration on the tip of her nose, which made her even more delicate.

The flowers in the yard were all overshadowed by her, and she was the only bright color in his vision at the moment.

Situ Jun suddenly smiled slightly: "You just said, you are not stupid?"

"I'm not stupid." Song Yingying nodded. She has an excellent IQ, she is sure.

Situ Jun hooked his lips again: "I just tossed you on purpose, but you didn't realize it, and you said you're not stupid?"

Song Yingying was stunned.

The expression became-

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The author has something to say: Yingying: Σ(°△°|||)︴What happened? Did you change actors? The style is completely different!