Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

"why?"

Lu Zhizhi pursed his lips, stroked her hair lightly, but didn't explain anymore, just smiled.

"Hey, this Le'er just needs to follow suit."

Song Le was stunned, and hesitantly hummed.

……

In the evening, Song Le got into the carriage and returned home.

The little servant girl who was close to her was already waiting at the gate of the mansion, she welcomed her in with a look of hopelessness, and said: "Miss, you are back."

The two grew up together and had a very good relationship. Song Le was drowsy, and she helped her in to greet her parents before returning to the house.

"A Bao." After returning to the room, Song Le called her.

A Bao Pi Dian Pi Dian poured her a cup of tea, and replied: "What's wrong, Miss?"

"Let the kitchen cook porridge later, I have no appetite." Song Le said sadly.

I just came back from the carriage, and it seems that the wind blows and I catch a cold.

"Okay!" Ah Bao hurriedly nodded in agreement. Seeing her sleepy and uncomfortable face, he couldn't help but ask, "Miss, are you feeling well?"

"Well, I have a headache."

……

The next day, another person from the palace came to pick her up.

Song Lelai was lying on the bed, dizzy, and pulled Abao to let her resign due to illness.

After a while, Ah Bao came back and said in a low voice, and then she fell asleep again. She didn't know how long she had been asleep. She seemed to hear a doctor's movement while half dreaming and half awake. She didn't care much, turned over and was still asleep.

When the woman woke her up to feed her medicine, Song Le lazily opened her eyes, and saw that it was already dusk outside the window, and she was surprised that she had slept for so long.

"Le'er, what did you go to play in the palace, why did you catch the cold?"

The woman was gentle and generous, and at this moment her brows were slightly frowned in worry, she was lifted up, leaning against the bed, and asked in a soft voice like a gentle breeze.

Song Le shook his head, bent his eyes and called out: "Mother."

Then he explained: "When I came back, I took a carriage and slept by the small window for a while, probably because of the wind blowing my head."

The woman straightened her forehead hair, fed her medicine, and told her, "You can't do this next time."

"Okay, I see, mother."

"How have you been getting along with His Highness the Crown Prince recently?"

"Prince..." Song Le dully realized that he was talking about Lu Zhizhi, thought for a while and said, "It's okay."

"Does His Royal Highness still treat you the same as before?"

"Well, the same."

"That's good." The woman heaved a sigh of relief.

And softly taught:

"Le'er, in the palace, you have to learn to be good. Learn to look at people's eyes. You are what His Royal Highness says, you can't be willful, you can't play your temper, and more importantly, you must never make His Royal Highness unhappy.

He cares about you, and today he heard that you were suffering from a cold, and even sent someone to give you precious medicine and supplements... Do you know? "

Song Le licked his lips, the Chinese medicine in his mouth was still bitter, so he murmured.

After a while, he nodded, indicating that he knew.

In fact, I heard one head and two big ones, and muttered in my heart: Why learn to be good, isn't this the same reason as learning how to please the prince since childhood.

Inappropriate. Inappropriate.

But no matter how wrong it is, he can only continue to enter the palace the next day.

But this time, while Lu Zhizhi was busy with her studies, she secretly found the burly maid from last time.

The maid was startled when she saw her, Song Le coughed, led her to a quiet place, and asked, "What happened to that boy last time?"

She was so small that she couldn't be serious. Song Le frowned. In order to put some pressure on her, she simply sat on a rock and looked down at the kneeling person more and more.

Hearing the words, the maid became nervous for a moment, and said in a low voice: "This, I don't know... I don't know anything..."

"do not know?"

"Yes, really nothing."

Before it was over, he was interrupted by a soft voice: "Then I will go to His Royal Highness later to punish you for the crime of abuse."