Reborn, after dressing up as a vicious female supporting character

I heard that my grandmother made a big fuss in the General's Mansion. She invited Mrs. Song to write a letter of renunciation, and even burned down the villa where she lived. Then she threw a stack of banknotes in Mrs. Liu's face, which shocked Song Lianhe. I can’t close my mouth from ear to ear!

"Grandma, you are so amazing!"

Song Lianhe really worshiped her so much that he came over to squeeze her shoulders and then beat her legs.

Mrs. Xuanchang Hou smiled lovingly: "Your grandfather and I have been holding back this tone for a long time. We have long wanted to let it out so happily, but you just..."

Song Lianhe understood.

Previously, she had only wanted to marry Zhou Junlin, and since Zhou Junlin frequently moved around with his father, she also wanted to use this relationship to get closer to him.

How could he cut off contact with the General's Mansion? Even because Song Xingfeng didn't like to mention Xuanchang Mansion, she even quietly alienated her maternal grandparents.

Song Lianhe said quickly: "Grandma, let the past be past! The Song Wenyin now is a brand new Song Wenyin! From now on, she will have nothing to do with the General's Mansion!"

"Okay! Be ambitious!"

Neither the Marquis of Xuanchang nor his wife were pedantic people, and they insisted on abiding by personal ethics. Since Song Xingfeng could not fulfill his responsibilities as a father, he didn't want to be the father!

It was already late at night after chatting with my grandmother.

After Mrs. Xuanchang Hou rested, Song Lianhe immediately called Shuangye and whispered: "First send someone to deliver a letter to Uncle Liang, and then go to the medical clinic."

Medical practice.

Song Lianhe came in through the back door. When she was in the Hou Mansion, the scene of Zhou Cangyan's torture was in her mind. It would be fine if it was an ordinary whip injury, but there were barbs on the whip. Who knows if there was any medicine on it? Coupled with Emperor Xiaocheng's attitude, he may not be willing to have the imperial doctor diagnose and treat him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't sit still any longer, so he took Futaba and returned to the medical clinic.

"Second miss!"

Yanwen hurried to the backyard. When he saw her, he asked anxiously: "I heard from Wan Zhang that something happened to you in the palace! How are you now? Are you being embarrassed?"

"I'm very well!" Song Lianhe smiled at him and directed Futaba to take medicine. "It's hard to describe what happened in the past few days... In short, I have nothing to do with the General's Mansion now. I will stay here temporarily for the past few days. Hou Mansion."

"Haha, Lin Hou broke into the Chongzheng Palace at night, Mrs. Lin Hou made a fuss in the General's Mansion, and the two old people just returned to Ling'an City and made such a big fuss. Now that Miss Song has someone to support her, she should be proud and proud."

As the joking voice suddenly sounded, Su Huaqing, dressed in white, also rushed from the front hall.

Song Lianhe was in a good mood tonight, and he was able to speak calmly to this guy, "It's true that I support you, but I can't talk about being proud. After all, if something happens, I can go into battle myself."

"I heard that even Wuwei Sanren from Daoyuan Temple was invited. The letter of severance written by him was taken to the Ministry of Finance, and no one dared to stop it!"

Song Lianhe looked at him with a smile: "Master Su is really well-informed. As soon as there was some movement on my grandmother's side, you got the news. Those who knew it were because you were inquisitive, but those who didn't knew thought you had planted a secret stake around me~"

Su Huaqing smiled bitterly: "How dare you! The second young lady is holding the king's hood now. I wouldn't dare to borrow Su's courage!"

Yanwen raised his eyes to look at her: "You and King Qing..."

"what?"

Song Lianhe was still staring at Shuangye taking the medicine and didn't hear clearly what he was asking.

"……nothing."

Yanwen's expression was a little gloomy, and he turned around and said, "It's good to see that you're fine. I'll go upstairs and read some books."

"go Go!"

Song Lianhe thought of something and said, "Make more soup during this period and give it to our shopkeeper Yan."

Su Huaqing came over, "What about me? Shopkeeper Su has been working hard these days!"

Song Lianhe pouted, unable to connect the person in front of him with the sinister smiling tiger in the book.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask Futaba to make you some turtle soup later." She smiled and said, "It's good for your kidneys."

Futaba was covering her mouth and snickering.

Su Huaqing actually didn't care, "That's because the second young lady doesn't know. This body is so strong that I can be a groom every night." After saying that, he nodded to her very seriously.

Song Lianhe: "..."

When Futaba heard this, he was so embarrassed that he ran in with his face covered in shame.

Song Lianhe glanced at him and said, "You scared my little girl away, then you are the only one who will do the job of getting the medicine."

Su Huaqing had no choice but to be arrested. He took the medicine according to her instructions and asked without leaving any trace: "These are for treating trauma. Are you preparing them for His Highness King Qing?"

"Yeah." Song Lianhe didn't hide it from him. He knew that he was Zhou Junlin's man, so he could use his words to make Zhou Junlin give up as soon as possible.

So, while biting the winter dates, she said with emotion: "His Royal Highness, King Qing, offended the Holy Lord because he wanted to save me. Naturally, I feel bad for him. Alas, he was so seriously injured. I don't know if anyone would do anything for him." He bandaged it~ Now, I wish I could have wings and fly to him to take good care of His Highness~"

"really?"

The sudden sound behind her shocked her so much that she didn't even catch the winter dates in her mouth and rolled them directly to the ground.

"Qing, His Highness King Qing?!"

She turned around sharply and saw the tall man appearing there. She forgot everything and ran over from the yard, "Are you okay? Did the Holy One let you out? Or...my grandfather was in Jietian Prison. ?!”

Seeing her shocked expression, Zhou Cangyan raised his hand and closed her chin, "Marquis Lin is not that arrogant, and I am not that stupid either."

"oh oh!"

Knowing that he was injured, she carefully supported him.

Behind him are Shadow Guard and Xuanmei.

The two quietly exited, closing the back door at the same time and guarding the outside.

Su Huaqing stood on the eaves of the corridor and smiled slightly at Zhou Cangyan: "I have met His Highness King Qing."

Zhou Cangyan just said "hmm".

"Um... Master Su, please go and boil the medicine."

"my pleasure."

After Su Huaqing left, Song Lianhe whispered in Zhou Cangyan's ear: "Your Majesty, be careful about this person, he is from King Ling!"

Zhou Cangyan was startled and looked at her with a somewhat strange look.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

Helping him sit down, Song Lianhe immediately put his hand on his wrist, "Fortunately, luckily Wu Nei was not hurt."

Before she could withdraw her hand, her backhand was held.

She was startled and looked up at him.

Her cold and indifferent eyes were no longer covered, and all the disguises were peeled off the moment she rushed into the palace and stood in front of him.

The man's clear and handsome side face is quite seductive, especially since he is still injured at the moment and his face is very pale. Just looking at him can arouse the other person's desire for protection and... destructiveness.

Song Lianhe looked at him blankly, becoming increasingly unable to resist him!

The man didn't say anything, he just opened her hand and looked at it. His rough fingertips ran over her scarred palm, and she couldn't help but wince.

He raised his eyebrows: "Does it hurt?"

She immediately shook her head.

The injury on her hand didn't hurt much, it was within the range of what she could bear, but if he touched it like this, it was like flirting, so who could bear it?